Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 120

How bad dramas are made

"What's wrong?" I asked cautiously.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Sister Yan smiled bitterly and waved at me, “There’s a TV show being filmed on the eighth floor… I don’t know why a gangster suddenly showed up and disrupted the show… It has nothing to do with you guys…”

No, no, no - I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead, thinking that this was 99% my fault...

So we followed Sister Yan to the eighth floor. As soon as we got off the elevator, we saw a huge notice hanging on the corridor:

The filming location of "Wang Damazi's War of Resistance".

Sister Yan explained to us that this TV series was a magical Republic of China love and anti-Japanese war drama funded and filmed by Mr. Wang himself at a cost of 300 million yuan. It tells the story of Mr. Wang’s own great-grandfather, Wang Damazi, who was elusive during the Anti-Japanese War to fight the devils and pick up girls. As a local gangster, he made the Japanese generals, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and even the people on the earth helpless. He finally succeeded in marrying 28 concubines and survived the end of the Anti-Japanese War, laying the foundation for the Wang family's business in troubled times. This is an inspirational story.

Once this drama is broadcast, it will surely ignite the declining film and television drama market, drive those psoriasis and infertility advertisements out of the provincial TV station, and once again remind the people of our province of the fear of being dominated by the Wang family culture, and the humiliation of having to watch Wang Erzu flirting with girls in various ways at 8 o'clock in the evening...

Listening to Sister Yan reciting the PR lines fluently, my head couldn't help but feel numb - from the tone of voice, it seems that this film has the potential to impact the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film. When this film was released, Cameron burst into tears and surrendered...

The question is how did Mr. Qiu cause trouble for others...

No, no, I held my forehead with my hand. If Uncle Qiu were to stand among the extras, eating melons and grinning foolishly, he would ruin the whole movie.

When we arrived, two security guards were standing and sitting obediently with the old man, being scolded harshly by a fat man with a mustache and long hair. I don't know why, but his appearance reminded me of Liu Huan in 1998.

The fat man seemed to be the director. He clapped his hands in pain and shouted, "You bunch of unruly people, do you know how expensive this tape is? Ten thousand dollars a minute was thrown in! I wasted more than ten minutes of your time for nothing. This is simply unforgivable!"

Seeing us coming, the old man and the fat man's eyes lit up, as if they had found their own troops and their own party, and they rushed over to complain to me and Sister Luo Yan. Listening to the two people's narration, I finally understood what had happened.

It turned out that this TV series was about Wang Damazi planning to marry his seventh young wife, and at the same time the Japanese wanted to recruit this hot-blooded hero who ate watermelon without spitting out the seeds. Wang Damazi, who was a little overwhelmed, invited a respected fortune teller to tell him his fortune.

The damn old man who played the fortune teller had his uncle show up at the last minute, and he slipped off to the bathroom just as the filming was about to start. At this time, Uncle Qiu was wandering around with interest, with his hands behind his back. When he heard the character in the play shouting, "Is the fortune teller here?", his good professional qualities were immediately aroused, and he rolled up his sleeves and swaggered into the room.

I looked at Uncle Qiu carefully a few times, and I have to admit that this guy looks no different from before the liberation. The blind man's sunglasses and goatee are a professional outfit that has never been inconvenient. It doesn't feel out of place for him to travel back to the Republic of China without blinking an eye. It's no wonder that the director made a mistake.

What is amazing is that the old man did not memorize the lines, and dared to travel through time and space to fool the ancestors of the Wang family. The actor who played Wang Damazi rubbed his hands and memorized the lines, asking whether he should marry a third concubine and whether he should agree to the Japanese's request. Uncle Qiu closed his eyes and said something about the Three Pure Ones of Heaven and Earth, which made everyone stunned.

Just when the screenwriter was suspiciously flipping through the script to check the lines, Uncle Qiu seemed to think that the time was almost right, so he took out two Song Dynasty's Fuwa "Beibei" from his pocket with a smile, slapped them on the table, and asked the rich man in front of him with spit flying whether he wanted them or not. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want them, I also have Monkey Sailei from the Han Dynasty and Calabash Brothers from the Cultural Revolution period at home, with many varieties and low prices. How about it, Boss Wang, you will definitely be satisfied.

The director was stunned for a long time before finally realizing that this guy was an ignorant person who barged in. His heart was immediately filled with blood. My movie film was more expensive than that of others, and it had built-in skin smoothing, highlighting and Meitu Xiuxiu effects. Even Feng Jie could use it to capture the charm of Guo Degang, but it was all wasted on an old man.

So there was the scene just now where the director cried and asked the security guard to call her Sister Yan.

At this moment, the director was crying and yelling, and he was holding on to Uncle Qiu, and he had to ask for an explanation. I looked at Liu Huan, who had turned into a fraudster, and I felt a little amused.

Damn it! Didn't they say that this movie cost hundreds of millions to produce? With hundreds of millions of dollars in capital, how could you be so stingy?

The director looked at me with some pain in his teeth, as if he thought I was a relative of Mr. Qiu and a victim of the aftermath, and then he started to cry and complain. It turned out that this guy was not a real director, at best he was just a storyboard director who had just graduated from a film school, responsible for shooting some of Mr. Wang Damazi's rubbish shots in the play. The real director was probably playing mahjong with some big guys in the city, and 2.99 of the 300 million was in his hands. There was not much film now, and with this mess, it might not be possible to shoot the twenty-third concubine...

This guy cried to me while glancing at Sister Luo Yan from the corner of his eyes. As the saying goes, the real purpose is not to drink, but to cheat some funds for drinking tonight. I began to doubt whether this guy was from the directing department or the acting department. He hugged my waist and cried so hard that it seemed that I was the culprit who caused the old man to mess up the set and make everyone lose everything.

Sister Luo Yan looked at the director angrily: "Hu Erpang... I have already increased your funding three times this month! And you are still not satisfied. What do you want?"

“Oh my, Sister Yan, you really don’t know. We have recently added two new characters. It will cost a lot of money to hire actors!” Hu Erpang rubbed his swollen face, looked at her pitifully, and began to talk about the script with saliva splashing, “The two new characters are international friends who came to Wangjia Village as messengers of love and peace to stop the villagers from suffering from the Japanese devils... The screenwriter has already chosen their names. One is called Billy Herrington and the other is called Van…”

Stop, stop, stop... Sister Luo Yan was a little overwhelmed by what she said, and waved her hand quickly: "Okay, okay, how much funding do you want? Write a form and ask the finance department to reimburse you later..."

I watched in bewilderment as Fatty Hu suddenly changed his expression and put on a blooming smile. He crawled out of the window to get a pen and paper and wrote something quickly, nodding gratefully as he wrote. He was just short of shouting "Thank you, Lord" three times and kowtowed a few times...

Hey... I finally know where the domestic thunder dramas came from...

I saw this fat guy was about to run away after getting the benefit, so I couldn't help but grab him and said viciously, "Hey, you guy, you want to run away after cheating people? Do you really think the finance department and Sister Yan are fools?"

This guy looked at me, then looked at Sister Yan who was standing beside me with a half-smile on her face, and finally realized that I seemed to have a special identity. He couldn't help but put on a smile: "Brother, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

"You were so fierce just now that you scared my uncle. What do you have to say?" When Uncle Qiu saw the situation change, he immediately pretended to be a poor people oppressed by the landlords, covering his heart and wiping his tears. For a beautiful woman, this action is "Xi Shi holding her heart", but for the uncle, it is "fake wine burning the stomach".

I pretended to be vicious, "We came to the company to play with Sister Yan today. It's obviously your fault that the actors and security are not in place, but you still blame us..." I pointed at Liu Qingxu next to me, "Do you know who this is?"

Hu Erpang blinked and looked at the girl who was tightly protected by Sister Yan, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Hmm... This kid is so dirty, it looks like he just crawled out of a garbage dump... And the big shot who can be associated with a garbage dump here...

After eliminating all the impossibilities, what remains must be the truth!

"Could it be Master Wang's girlfriend?" Hu Erpang immediately smiled flatteringly, bent down and bowed 90 degrees, and handed over his business card with both hands, "Excuse me, I'm Director Hu Erpang... Are you interested in playing the role of Wang Damazi's concubine in the Twenty-Eight Lane and experiencing the life of marrying into the Wang family in advance..."

Liu Qingxu rolled her eyes and said viciously, "I'm his sister!"

Hu Erpang was obviously startled, but as a top student from the Department of Directing (Acting), he immediately stepped back and made a shocked expression: "Oh, I thought you were Mr. Wang Er's girlfriend... I didn't expect that you had the same aristocratic aura... You are actually his sister!"

Hey, you call being dirty "aristocratic"? Pah, when the sewer in the community was blocked a few days ago and Mr. Qiu went to clean it with a sad face, wouldn't you have cried bitterly when you saw it?

I didn't want to waste time on this guy, so I got straight to the point and said, "Since you're trying to cheat the company out of its budget by relying on my uncle, the company wants you to add me into the play... Do you think it's okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Hu Erpang had a sad face and had to nod repeatedly, succumbing to the power of capital.

Sister Yan looked at me and smiled - she must have been very angry with this unreasonable guy for a long time. Fortunately, the company has a lot of money and stupid people, and Director Wang also instructed that artists should not be made difficult, so this guy was able to succeed repeatedly and taste the sweetness again and again.

With the addition of the old man today, the difficulty of producing this crappy movie instantly soared to level 4 or 6 in the director industry. If it can be completed smoothly, I really admire this fat guy.

"What role should we add?" The old man stared at the director expectantly.

The director touched his head and gritted his teeth:

"I'll let you be Wang Damazi's uncle!"