"Raise your hand a little higher...a little higher...good!"
With the spotlight flashing, Aiwen's heroic posture, wearing a cool white martial arts uniform, holding a silver sword and looking into the distance, was immediately captured by the camera.
"Perfect, this is what I want, this is art!"
Looking at the effect displayed on the screen, the director, who was obviously middle-aged and balding, couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
Especially the movements and postures were more perfect than he expected.
"He is indeed the youngest martial arts master in history. His standard is indeed high. It would be great if the other one could cooperate like this..."
While thinking about it, the director looked to the other side with a headache.
In the east corner of the indoor studio, a beautiful girl with excellent temperament was sitting on a set of mahogany chairs that was incompatible with the surrounding environment. She was elegantly drinking black tea, without any consciousness that she was about to participate in the shooting.
.
In fact, Mu Xueli-san really doesn’t know what she wants to do.
All related matters were taken over by her two female bodyguards who guest-starred as "temporary agents".
Not to mention the crew arbitrarily arranging scenes, even getting close had to get permission from the two female bodyguards.
Regarding this situation, the director's heart was undoubtedly broken.
To be honest, he thinks that he has met quite a few big-name celebrities in his life, and there are also some thorns among them that are difficult to deal with because there are big bosses behind them to support them.
But this is the first time in this life that I can only serve as a aunt and dare not offend any living ancestors.
If it were possible, he wished he could just yell, "I won't serve anyone you love!" and then turn around and leave, showing off the coolness and character of a literary artist.
However, the reality is...
Taking the picture sample that was taken in advance by a very smooth professional acting girl, the director, who felt that he could only be described as servile, bit the bullet and whispered to the serious-looking female bodyguard.
"Um...girl Weiyim, do you think our next step is to let Miss Sydney shoot such scenes and actions?"
Regarding his request, Ms. Weim, who was very reserved in front of outsiders, glanced at him first, and then took the photo with her leather-gloved hand expressionlessly.
"Okay, let me take a look first."
He took the photo and looked at it carefully, and then discussed it with his sister Venam. Finally, under the gaze of the director who almost burst into tears, the two "mu" finally nodded.
"If I take on this kind of job of serving a powerful young lady in this life, I will be a pig!"
The director swore fiercely in his heart, then turned around and began to scold the assistant director and other crew members unceremoniously, asking them to get ready quickly and vividly demonstrate what the biological chain between humans is.
Ivan, who had basically completed today's shooting task, didn't pay too much attention to these little episodes.
After all, it's nothing.
In Inuit, it has long been accustomed to the privileges enjoyed by young men and women from wealthy families.
Even except for the director who had to step forward, no other staff member made the slightest comment on Xue Li's behavior of not cooperating with the performance.
It can be said that as long as the two "mu" don't ask all the staff on site to run away collectively in the name of Miss Mu, the rest is pretty much whatever they say.
This is the most authentic look of Inuit society.
A society with strict hierarchy, solidified classes, and retaining a lot of the remnants of the feudal empire.
"So, it is not without reason that the overall combat effectiveness of the United States military is not good..."
After retracting his wandering thoughts, Ivan immediately projected his attention thousands of miles away.
At this time, the banshee Winnie, who may have to live as a little queen in the next few decades or even hundreds of years, is sitting quietly on the bed, sorting out the memories in her mind.
Her "uncle", the regent of the empire, had just arrived.
This man, who was in his prime and whose appearance clearly showed his kinship with Yekarina, just glanced at her and determined that the little queen would not die soon. He turned around and left without talking to Wen Wen at all.
Say a word.
Obviously, the regent didn't take his niece seriously at all...
(I will post one chapter first, I will revise the rest later)