Chapter 8 Sometimes lame people come too...

"Okay, let's do it again. Everyone performed very well. Just follow the state of the show!"

Jiang Peian operated the camera, and in front of him were the extras hired from the village.

This is a "big show" with more than ten actors in the extravaganza alone.

Everyone nodded in cooperation. When Jiang Peian shouted "start", they immediately entered the state...

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

Just when Jiang Peian was about to press the record button, a rough voice suddenly interrupted the filming.

The person who came was about fifty years old, with a beard and a menacing appearance.

Jiang Peian frowned. He didn't like the feeling of being suddenly interrupted.

"Captain Zhao, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Fusheng was obviously taken aback when he saw Li Shouguo:

"Lao Li, you, why are you here today?"

"good!"

There was no filming for him today, but he still stayed on the set to help.

When they heard the word "call the police", the nearby villagers began to panic.

Some people also say that he is ambitious and wants to be in a TV series and become a big star.

But now that Anzi has given me a way to survive, are you going to cut me off like you did back then?"

In his eyes, Zhao Fusheng, the head of the rural opera troupe, is really not good enough!

"I have been working hard on filming for half a month, and if you say stop filming, I will stop filming. You think this is your Bang Theater Troupe! Get out!"

According to the current progress, if all 500 yuan is spent, the filming should be completed.

Obviously, this guy is deliberately looking for trouble.

In his previous life, Jiang Pei'an spent two years in prison, and his shy temperament had long been worn away by it.

But the key is to do post-editing!

Nowadays, post-editing is not like that of later generations, where you can download an editing software on your computer and produce a film.

But this time the rumors seem to be a bit excessive...

"Why do you curse? Is this what your father taught you?"

In an instant, Zhao Fusheng's expression changed, his eyes were a little dodgey, and he hesitated and didn't speak for a long time.

In fact, Jiang Pei'an has also heard about the rumors in the village.

Today, the crew will give each person an extra egg for their ‘extra meal’!”

The rumors about Jiang Pei'an are even more endless.

Filmmaking is a costly business, although Jiang Peian saves money in every aspect.

What offended him?

Jiang Peian thought for a while and realized that he had never interacted with him. He shook his head and said:

"I don't have a filming permit, I'm just filming for fun.

Suddenly a voice came from the crowd, and Li Shouguo was seen dragging a lame leg out of the crowd.

"Well, then you are filming illegally. If you don't stop filming, I will go to the police station to report it!"

"I want to smoke."

It's like performing a skit in the Spring Festival Gala, bringing the villagers to play together.

"Come on, it's okay, let's continue shooting."

Hearing Jiang Peian's curse, Zhao Fu's face turned red with anger!

The person who came was none other than Zhao Fusheng’s wife, Wang Hong, who was nearly a decade younger than him!

There is much excitement to watch and there is much gossip.

Behind her stood the little brother covering his mouth and snickering.

"Anzi, Zhao Fusheng won't call the police, right?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned when he heard Jiang Peian's words.

It's fascinating.

Zhao Fusheng said with an iron head.

After a long time, Jiang Peian put down the pen in his hand and sighed at the ledger.

Jiang Peian pressed his hands and said loudly:

"Don't worry, everyone, he definitely won't dare anymore. It's my fault for making everyone worried.

Jiang Peian smiled and said:

Does this also require a filming permit, Captain Zhao?"

At night, Jiang Peian sat under the kerosene lamp and wrote and drew.

…

Jiang Pei'an's filming of a TV series was actually the first time a big girl got on a sedan chair in the village.

"Don't embarrass yourself again, I think you just owe it!"

Zhao Fusheng replied.

Things are about to get big!

"me……"

"Who is gossiping outside and what are they spreading?"

Li Shouguo emphasized the pronunciation of the word "duan", which seemed to hit Zhao Fusheng's heart all at once, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Zhao Fusheng, that old bastard, is just worried that people will watch your TV shows in the future instead of watching him act. He is jealous!"

"Zhao Fusheng!"

However, because of Zhao Fusheng's words, the villagers started to strike out.

Later, he traveled around with the crew, worked as a stuntman, and helped settle things for the crew.

Nowadays, most film and television post-production is still linear editing.

After Wang Hong scolded Zhao Fusheng and ran away, she walked up to Jiang Pei'an with an apologetic face and said:

"Director, I'm sorry, he was out for a business performance some time ago, and when he came back, he heard people in the village gossiping.

"You, what do you want to do?"

You are a fucking bully! Get back here quickly!"

Jiang Peian asked in a deep voice.

The person who came was none other than Zhao Fusheng, the leader of Zhenbangzi Drama Troupe.

The two often stayed in the same room for a long time before coming out.

"Yeah, if I go into the police station, I won't dare to act!"

He was 1.78 meters tall and looked like a ruffian with a cigarette in his mouth, which made Zhao Fusheng take a step back unconsciously.

I heard that sometimes lame people come too~

"No, it's nothing. I'm going back first, director. I'm sorry."

"The theater troupe is in a recession and what you promised back then has not been fulfilled. I can understand that.

There are few rumors about the affairs between men and women. Most of them say that he does not do his job properly and just fools around every day.

"Go to your mother!"

But now I have less than 300 yuan left, and only half of the film has been shot.’

Wang Hong's face turned slightly red and she turned around and left the set.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little brother quickly sneaked away from behind.

It is definitely not satisfying to say that Wang Hong married a bad old man in his fifties.

Some people even threw away the props made by Jiang Peian and considered quitting.

How does he know what a filming permit is?

Zhao Fusheng asked nervously.

Besides, he doesn’t plan to broadcast it on the TV station in the future, so what kind of filming permit does he need?
To be continued...