This actor needs more money

Sitting under the tree, Ding Xiu quietly waited for the crew to arrive.

The day's plan begins in the morning. It's not that he doesn't want to do boxing or stand in a position to train himself, but his wallet really doesn't allow it.

After a set of punches, you will definitely be hungry and need to eat to supplement your nutrition. Where will the money come from?

Whether he will have lunch today depends on whether the crew will accept him or not.

To be honest, he regretted running here just now. How much energy was wasted?

The extras were bored waiting, and three or five acquaintances gathered together to brag and chat. If there was a woman in the small circle, the continuous swearing and dirty jokes would never stop.

The people around him did not join in because they were not familiar with him. They just cast envious glances and laughed together when they heard the stimulating topics.

Under the street lights, some people showed disdain, but occasionally turned to look at the gate of Beijing Film Studio behind them, as if they were looking at a holy place.

Beijing Film Studio is a studio and a state-owned enterprise. It has not produced many films since the reform and opening up. Even today, it does not necessarily recruit extras once every two months.

The reason why everyone gathers here to play is out of habit and the default rule in the circle.

There are many film crews in the city of Beiping, so when recruiting extras, you can't just search randomly on the street. There must be a place, and this place is the entrance to the Beijing Film Studio. This has been a habit for more than ten years.

As time goes by, there are more and more people at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio. It is already very lively at five o'clock, like a small vegetable market. It only gets quiet when vehicles pass by on the roadside. When the vehicles pass by, it starts again. Restore the excitement.

It was dark, and a van parked on the side of the road. A short, dark, fat, middle-aged man got out of the van, with a heart-shaped hairstyle and an iron chain hanging around his neck.

The man held a loudspeaker in one hand and tucked his notebook under his arm. He calmly shouted: "We are recruiting extras. On the twenty-first day, fifteen people will come."

The moment he got out of the car, the extras swarmed around him like hyenas smelling a fishy smell.

"me!"

"Director, I can break dance."

"The director chose me and I have acted in six plays."

"Director, don't look at my age. I have eight years of acting experience."

"Director, I am a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. I can fight and resist."

"Director, I am also a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple and have twenty years of martial arts skills."

Ding Xiu introduced himself as a Shaolin disciple and a martial arts master with twenty years of experience. Wang Baoqiang rolled his eyes.

As far as he knew, Ding Xiu was only twenty years old. Did he start practicing right from his mother's womb?

"You, you, you, get in the car."

"The old man is too old, please step back first."

"You come up too."

It was like counting ducks. Whoever the director pointed out got on the bus. Ding Xiu looked good and was one of the people who got on the bus.

Wang Baoqiang was stopped outside. He wanted to fish in troubled waters and get into the car, but was stopped by the director.

"Kid, are you an adult?"

"Director, I am eighteen years old. Even though I am young, I am a lay disciple of Shaolin. I am very good at fighting. I can do any dirty work."

"Don't talk about these useless things. It's only fifteen days for you. If you can do it, get on the bus."

"Thank you, director, I'll do it."

"Old man, do you want to do it in fifteen days?"

For the last few people, the director is not averse to meat and vegetables, but the price is much lower, with a five-yuan rebate for each person.

…

The van swayed for more than an hour to the suburbs. I got out and registered a name alone.

This is a small crew, filming a modern drama, so there is no need to change clothes, everyone just walks around according to the director's instructions.

Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang were in a group. The props they were assigned were a long hair hood and a book. Their job was to turn their backs to the hero and heroine, pretending to be a couple sitting on a chair not far away and chatting, without showing their faces, which was regarded as the background. plate.

"You can make money just by sitting down. These days are so comfortable." Ding Xiu held the book in his hand, looked up at the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Wang Baoqiang, wearing a wig, whispered: "Today's scene is indeed much more relaxed."

"Still sad about five yuan?" Ding Xiu asked.

Wang Baoqiang is short and has a tender face. He looks almost like a 16-year-old junior high school graduate at the age of 18. No wonder the director only gave him fifteen.

Wang Baoqiang was depressed: "You said everyone does the same job, why should I pay five yuan less?"

"You don't have to do it."

"I need money."

"Then don't force me to do anything." Ding Xiu said calmly: "Society is inherently unfair. It has been this way for thousands of years. If you think the money is too little, you don't have to do it, or you can put a knife on that brother's neck, let alone raise the price. , you can make him kneel down and call you daddy."

After being scolded, Wang Baoqiang was speechless. He did not have the courage to put a knife to someone's neck, so he could only accept this unequal exploitation.

In front of the two of them, a figure paused, turned around and said, "Brother, I don't think I could have offended you two. Why did you discuss cutting me off and ask me to call you daddy?"

Ding Xiu looked at him, wearing a peaked cap, big sunglasses, a floral shirt, and holding a briefcase, like a bad developer.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "I just led you two into the car at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, don't you remember?"

Wang Baoqiang laughed: "So it's the director, why are you here to act?"

"I'm not the director, I'm the leader."

A crew includes an executive director, a casting director, a martial arts director, and various assistant directors.

As the name suggests, the casting director selects the actors. Humanoid props such as extras are not actors. The director does not have the time to select them himself, and usually leaves them to the local group leader.

Qin Gang is such a person.

In addition to helping the crew to attract people to earn hard work fees and receive kickbacks for extra performances, he will also "guest" in easy scenes to earn a little money.

"Brother, we were joking." Wang Baoqiang apologized.

It doesn't matter if I really offend the director, the worst is not to film this movie, there are a lot of crews in Beiping.

The good days of offending the leaders of the group are over. These people are wild and have many resources, so they can't beat people. But if you exclude them and don't give them a chance...

Ignoring Wang Baoqiang, Qin Gang looked at Ding Xiu: "Grandson, do you know what misfortunes come from your mouth?"

"Let me kneel down and call you daddy, right? If you call me daddy today, I will let you go, otherwise you won't be able to film this scene."

"Okay." Ding Xiu nodded: "It's okay if you don't want to shoot, just pay the money."

Qin Gang was so angry that he laughed: "What the hell are you thinking? I just sat down and asked for money five minutes ago. I will paralyze you."

Ding Xiu stood up with a straight face, his eyes were hazy, and he walked towards Qin Gang step by step. He poked his chest with his finger and said coldly:

"Since you asked for it, I will give you money, whether you need it or not. If you lose a penny, I will chop you up."

"Also, keep your mouth clean. If you say another dirty word, I'll cut off your tongue first."

After so many years of wandering in the world, Ding Xiu has at least 80 lives in his hands. No matter how vicious people in modern society are, they are all younger brothers to him.

Qin Gang was enveloped in his murderous intention, as if someone were holding the tip of a knife against his throat. His heart was pounding with fear and he didn't dare to breathe.