Our president is stupid and rich

Chapter 11

Finally, the day came to join the group.

Fang Zhiyi got up early in the morning to catch the plane, and the temporary assistant assigned to him by the company was getting sleepy in the seat.

Fang Zhiyi saw him waking himself up for the third time, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay, just go to sleep when it's time to sleep, don't worry about me, it's still a long time."

The little assistant seemed very embarrassed, and rubbed his face: "I'm sorry, Brother Fang, I was so excited yesterday that I couldn't fall asleep."

Only then did Yi Le know: "This is the first time you joined the group?"

The little assistant shook his head: "No, I have a lot of experience."

"Oh?" Fang Zhiyi became more interested, "Then why are you excited?"

The little assistant hesitated for a while: "It's just... I think it's good to join this group with you."

Fang Zhiyi didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his hand to pull down the shade: "Go to sleep."

The little assistant declined a few more words, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

There were quite a few people waiting for people with signs at the exit of the airport, but the little assistant's eyes were very useful, and the two of them quickly boarded the car to the film crew.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived, and he had to meet with the director and screenwriter first, then try on the costumes tomorrow, and follow the crew for a few days, and it's time for him to get ready to go on stage for filming.Because it is in the film and television city now, I have to finish filming the scenes in Miyagi first, and then film the martial arts in the mountains and the rival scenes between him and his "senior brother" when we go to the mountains for real scenes.

When he arrived at the set, a scene had just been filmed, and several actors were drinking water from cups to prepare for the next scene.Director Wang looked up and saw him coming, and waved: "Zhiyi is here?"

Fang Zhiyi walked over with a smile: "Here we are."

The director pointed to the people around him: "Go to the side to chat with the screenwriter teacher first, and I'll watch the next scene."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, and the mild-looking woman in the seat next to her stood up: "Let's talk over there."

The two walked to the place where the props were piled up in the back, and Fang Zhiyi brought over the script and character biography that he had drawn from his assistant: "I read the entire script at home during this time, and my understanding of this character is probably Such……"

The screenwriter patiently listened to his explanation, his eyes were full of approval, and occasionally made some corrections to his understanding. When the two of them chatted about the same, another filming on the set had already been finished.

The director walked towards them and said with a smile, "How is it?"

The screenwriter smiled gently: "Very good. Although I'm still a newcomer and my acting skills may need further polishing, I'm really hardworking and I don't have any major problems understanding the characters."

The director nodded: "This child has aura, God rewards him with food." Then he looked at Fang Zhiyi with a straight face: "Then you have to pay more attention to yourself, and don't waste your talent, understand?"

Fang Zhiyi quickly responded, "I understand."

"Okay," the director patted him on the shoulder, "Come over and watch this play. Now it's Mr. Cheng's path, and the supporting actors are pretty good. Take a good look."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, and followed the director and screenwriter to the monitor.

After all, the bones of the old drama are different. The seemingly calm demeanor of several actors in the field can bring people into the turbulent court in an instant.Although there are some modern products such as light board cameras and a lot of staff around the scene, it does not affect the performance status of the actors on the stage at all.

Whether it's Cheng Yao, who plays the role of the prince as the main driver, or the ministers who acted with him, all of them are in the most perfect state.

A scene is over, and he still hasn't gotten out of the state of that scene.

Cheng Yao got off the show and walked towards the monitor: "Is this the one playing the sixth brother?"

Fang Zhiyi quickly stood up and stretched out his hand with a smile: "It's me."

Cheng Yao gave him an empty handshake: "Director Wang told us before that there is a very good newcomer this time."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and shook his head: "I still have a lot to learn."

"If you are talented, you will have much less detours." Cheng Yao retracted the sleeves of his costume later, "Communicate more in the future."

Cheng Yao seemed to come here specially to see him, and after finishing a sentence, he went to take another one.

Director Wang glanced at Fang Zhiyi: "How do you feel?"

Fang Zhiyi sat on his small stool: "It's hard to describe... I think he is probably worthy of the word actor. From the moment Mr. Cheng started filming, he didn't even speak his lines, which made people feel like The aura of the whole person is very different. This change is not the kind of dramatic performance that suddenly comes up, but the kind that naturally enters the plot. I can figure it out, but I may still do it for a while Not like him."

Director Wang paused for a while: "Ah... so." Then he couldn't help laughing again: "Actually, I want to ask, don't you find it strange that he suddenly ran to the sidelines to talk to you?"

"Ah?" Fang Zhiyi was taken aback, "There are a few. But after all, the first scene I entered the group was with him, maybe he is more curious about his partner in the scene."

Director Wang smiled and shook his head: "It's not bad for you to think so, but I'm just afraid you'll misunderstand. After all, you're a newcomer, and a protagonist like him came to talk to you, basically to draw everyone's attention to you... ..."

Fang Zhiyi nodded clearly, and said with a smile: "Our crew is different from others, so I naturally didn't think too much about it."

"You still need to pay more attention to these in the future." Director Wang sighed, "Cheng Yao's acting skills are good, but he is really simple-minded and thinks little. You can ask him if you don't understand anything. He is good and willing Bring new people."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, stayed on the sidelines and watched for a while, had dinner with the crew, and then went back to the hotel room early.

The conditions of the hotels around the film and television city are neither bad nor good. After all, the crew did not plan to spend their budget on this.The standard room has two beds, and the assistant lives with him.

Fang Zhiyi and his assistant squatted there to open the box, took out the clothes and hung them up, and the little assistant dragged out a humidifier from the corner of the box, put it in the corner of the room and opened it.

"Yo," Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, "Sure enough, it would be more convenient to have an assistant, I didn't think about it that much."

The little assistant touched his nose: "Hey, isn't the assistant just busy with these things?"

Fang Zhiyi took out something like a quilt from the box and seemed to want to change it, the little assistant immediately reached out to get it: "I'll do it."

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand: "I can change it myself, have you brought these things?"

The little assistant nodded hesitantly.

"Then just go and change your own, don't worry about me." Fang Zhiyi took off the hotel's bed sheet and quilt, and took his own to the upper bunk: "Everyone should work faster, go to bed early and get up early tomorrow."

10 minute later.

Assistant: "Brother Fang, do you need help?"

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Zhiyi wanted to throw the quilt.

At this time, the mobile phone rang at the right time to alleviate the awkward silence at this moment, Fang Zhiyi quickly picked up the mobile phone——

The world's first cutie called.

The assistant also said very politely: "Brother Fang, go and answer the phone first, and you can sleep right away when you come back."

Fang Zhiyi Qiang nodded his head on the air: "Yes, I will trouble you then."

Then he walked to the balcony, closed the balcony door, and pressed the switch.

The voice over there sounded, and it seemed that there was some uncertainty: "Hello?"

Fang Zhiyi laughed: "What's the matter?"

He didn't speak over there, Fang Zhiyi put the phone close to his ear, and only heard his breathing.

"Why don't you talk?" Fang Zhiyi turned his head and glanced into the room, where the assistant was struggling with the quilt.So he turned his head back quickly: "Is something wrong?"

The breathing over there was a little heavier, followed by an aggrieved voice: "I can't sleep..."

"Why can't I fall asleep?" Fang Zhiyi leaned against the glass door and shook lightly a few times, "Where is my baby now? Are you at home?"

"I'm here," Sheng Chang'an answered after a while, "I'm having a hard time in the bedroom."

"Why are you uncomfortable?" Fang Zhiyi lowered his voice, "Is it uncomfortable to sleep?"

There seemed to be a turning voice over there: "Yeah."

"I'll go back to accompany you in a while." Fang Zhiyi said with a smile in his voice, "Did you see the bear on the bed? If I'm not here, can you hug it and sleep first?"

Some voices came from Sheng Changan's side, followed by his voice full of grievances: "I feel very uneasy here."

"Why are you uneasy?" Fang Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, and quickly continued the line that was not in the original text, "Are you afraid?"

"No." Sheng Changan's breathing seemed to be a little short, "I feel like this shouldn't be mine."

"How could it not be yours?" Fang Zhiyi racked his brains and continued to make up, "These are the things I found and sent to you. If you catch them, they are yours."

"It's not mine even if I caught it." Sheng Changan sobbed a few times, "What I brought back by myself can't be..."

Help, where did this plot go?

Fang Zhiyi's toes were grinding on the ground, and he had an idea: "Then what do you think, those things can be yours?"

There was silence for a while, then hung up the phone.

Fang Zhiyi walked back to the room with a solemn expression, and the little assistant took off the earphones: "Brother Fang, the bed is ready... What's wrong with you?"

Fang Zhiyi glanced at the little assistant and waved his hand: "It's okay."

The little assistant walked out with the mobile phone: "Brother Fang, wash up first, I'll be back later."

Fang Zhiyi responded, put down his phone, took out a change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

The warm water from the overhead shower hit the floor in the direction of gravity, and he stood under the water and rubbed his face.

The last few words of Sheng Chang'an seemed to be a little out of place, but it was obvious that he was not changing the plot at will, and it was more likely that his emotions were a little out of control.

So—why would he feel uneasy?Why do you feel that it is not your own thing?Why did you hang up the phone suddenly when you asked that question yourself?

Fang Zhiyi stared at the white mist left by the vapor rising from the bathroom on the glass door, reached out and nodded.

What does he mean by "something"?