Chapter 978 The Busy Crew

Group B of "Heart Shadow Link" is busy again.

The grand nanny car drove into the parking lot outside the studio. Two assistants dragged an airline box, and one carried a large bag on his back, with a thin branded long coat on his hand. Shi Zhenbin was responsible for holding a parasol for Jing Xinghe. Although it was autumn in Beijing in mid-to-late September, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, but the protection was not from the sun, but from ultraviolet rays.

The crew came up and took Jing Xinghe into the dressing room. The rest of the group also rushed in. Whether it was crowded or not was another matter. It looked impressive. It was the size of the team that a big star should have.

Jing Xinghe was soon wearing a purple-black military uniform. Two or three costume assistants came up to take care of it. One of them said in a flattering and begging tone, "The hem of this dress is a bit short. I have to change it when I have time." Jing Xinghe said gently, "It's okay," and laughed coldly in his heart. Because he was 181cm tall, the original owner was naturally shorter in this comparison.

The costume assistant who received the response showed a proper smile, and made a vague comment from the shoulder to the waist. Jing Xinghe was surrounded by compliments such as "golden ratio" and felt happy.

After changing into costumes, two makeup assistants with good smells came to check his makeup. The makeup was naturally done by his own team in the nanny car. They knew how to make his appearance the best. Condescending to play a supporting role is a great sacrifice. Jing Xinghe will not let his face be messed up by the cheap makeup artist of Group B.

After nearly three hours of tossing around, Jing Xinghe, who was fully armed, walked out of the makeup room in the forced warm applause, bowed with his hands together with his shy smile, and nodded to Sun Guangshan obediently.

Sun Guangshan smiled, and he had to admit that this kind of working atmosphere was more familiar to him. Although it was uncomfortable, it was familiar. For a worker, this was enough.

"Teacher Xinghe, please stand over here. Yes, you can stand a little to the left... Yes, yes, very good! You are really talented!"

Skip all the steps, the actor in costume stands at the position designated by the executive director, and the lights and cameras are all focused on him.

Sun Guangshan raised the loudspeaker and spent more than ten minutes to get the various assistants in Jing Xinghe's team, who are too many, to stand in a position that is not in the way. When he spoke repeatedly, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness. This sadness has nothing to do with efficiency. He just couldn't help but miss the time when he still had authority.

He put on a smile again, and the wrinkles on his face looked more like a low-value banknote that was clenched into a small ball and then unfolded than an old chrysanthemum.

In this new credit society, paper money is almost gone, but there are plenty of human-shaped banknotes covered with shoe prints and mud.

The shooting finally began, shooting one shot after another, progressing rapidly. The director of photography's eyes fell on the monitor screen, which was filled with static facial close-ups, static close-ups, and static medium close-ups, like a full-color silent film. He looked at it for three seconds and said nothing. In his ears was the shouting of Sun Guangshan's dispatching cameraman.

The rails had been set up long ago. The cameraman sat on a versatile Apple box and was pushed by the stage worker to slide from left to right. The camera captured Jing Xinghe's 180-degree beauty, like a brand surrounded by a static human stand. He only needed to provide flashlights, and others would take care of the rest.

"Tilt your head to take off the mask, like this... Yes! Yes! Very good, very good!"

Sun Guangshan demonstrated on the side, and Jing Xinghe followed suit. He stood in the performance area for nearly 40 minutes today, and made considerable efforts.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the crew finished work. The whole crew was in harmony, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as if it were real. Jing Xinghe waved back and forth in the crowd, smiling, but he turned around and didn't look back, and his figure was quickly submerged behind layers of assistants.

"Huh!"

He sat in the nanny car, put on sunglasses, and relaxed, one leg resting on the other, shaking his feet from time to time, and skillfully opened a mobile game with his hands.

The car drove away, and the young prop master who was cleaning up the mess on the set in the moonlight squatted beside the storage box in a daze.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and go back." The prop leader urged.

The prop master opened his mouth and said after two seconds: "Team leader, what's going on, Qin——"

"You just do whatever the crew asks you to do, why are you so talkative!" The prop leader interrupted him and glared at him fiercely.

The prop master pulled the corner of his mouth: "Oh."

He worked hard, but on the way back, he couldn't help but deliberately moved closer to the other people who were chatting in a low voice.

"Today's meaning... is it what I thought?"

"That's right, isn't it obvious?"

"But didn't Qin... Didn't Na Shui finish filming the first two episodes? Tang Nuo has finished filming, too."

"Oh, you don't understand. Isn't it just right that they've finished filming?"

"Oh..."

"There's nothing new in the circle. Hey, it's all the same. Na Shui... Anyway, he's really not popular. I understand the current situation."

"What about Tang Nuo?"

"Let's talk about it later! Anyway, the first two episodes are over. Tang Nuo was not in the crew yesterday. Didn't Na Shui finish filming this morning and leave? When he left, he said he wouldn't be there for the next few days. I guess he was hinting at this, right? It's a pity. I really think he's handsome, much more handsome than Ke Ke Ke. They have completely different temperaments."

"Alas, this is the first time I've encountered this. Tsk, I really don't know what to say..."

"Oh! What are you talking about? Even if you go online to dig it up, don't they have a public relations person? Who doesn't have experience in dealing with such things? But don't tell me, I'm looking forward to filming the opposite scene with Tang Nuo - you know she has a bad temper on the set? Ha, I really want to see some fun."

"Do you think it's possible, Qin... that guy will come back? Isn't he and Tang Nuo very good friends?"

"It's hard to say, but Tang Nuo shouldn't have that much power, right? Unless she exposes the cough cough for that guy? Wow, then there will be a good show... But I still think there must be a team stopping her."

"Oh, really!"

"Looking at your expression, you don't want to leak the news, do you? I advise you not to, we can't get involved in this matter, just chat behind the scenes."

"Well, I know..."

The chatter gradually faded away, and the direction of the two people was not consistent with the prop master. He stopped in advance and waited for the figure in front of him to disappear from his sight before continuing to walk.

What is going on.

He scratched his head irritably, knowing that everything had nothing to do with him. But recalling the scene of Jing Xinghe smiling and posing for photos with his sword and gun, damn, why was he so angry.

Jing Xinghe couldn't even pick up the Tang sword, and he put it down after holding it for a few seconds at most. People who didn't know him would think he was very tired.

A hand suddenly rested on the prop master's shoulder, which scared him.

Looking back, a strange face, but it seemed a little familiar.

"You..." The prop master was puzzled.

"Uh, well, I'm the lighting guy, Zheng Xin."

The lighting assistant Zheng Xin gestured twice, "I remember you are a prop maker, right? Sometimes you chat with Qin Jue on the set."

"Ah. Um. What's the matter?" The prop master was still confused and a little alert.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Xin laughed dryly twice, his eyes obviously wandered around before he said awkwardly, "I just want to ask you, what's going on today?"

"..." The prop master almost laughed bitterly at this moment. He looked at Zheng Xin, who was just a replica of himself a few minutes ago. He didn't know why he lost his strength. He took the initiative to put his arm around Zheng Xin's shoulder and said, "The actor has changed! How can we know what's going on with the boss... Just do our job..."

Zheng Xin showed a regretful expression: "Really? I think Qin Jue is pretty good."

Jing Xinghe just stood there, without moving his mouth or legs, could he shoot such a handsome fight scene?

"I think so too." The prop master was a little absurd, "But you say, what's the use of us feeling good?"

"Well..." Zheng Xin stopped talking.

The two walked for a while with their arms around each other's shoulders and soon separated at the intersection.

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I'm missing "Entertainment Intern" again.