Entertainment: Start with rent collection

what?

Why have the screening test questions changed?

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Please use "people" as the theme to shoot a martial arts work. There is no limit to the length of the work, it can be long or short, as long as the central idea expressed is clear.

As soon as the chief director Wang Fulin finished speaking, the expressions of Guan Shisan and the two directors changed.

During the brief exchange of glances, the message Guan Shisan got was "I don't know either." You don't know what you do?

He cursed those two in his heart for being unreliable.

But his face immediately returned to normal...

"Okay, I've finished what I want to say, and that's it..."

Chief director Wang Fulindao.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the three directors again, indicating with his eyes whether they had anything to say.

"Then let me say a few words..." one of the directors said.

……

...

The selection of the fifth director officially began. It lasted for a week. The directors stayed in hotels around Hengdian and began to prepare, shoot, and polish... their works.

Xiao Xiaoshan, on the other hand, was cooperating with the directors on the crew, shooting one scene after another...

afternoon.

Xiao Xiaoshan rarely had a chance to take a rest, so he chose to do nothing and just wander around the streets around Hengdian.

After all, he has to cooperate with several directors. The shooting intensity is not low, and fatigue is inevitable. No matter what he does, it is reasonable and necessary to relax and balance work and rest.

Of course, in order to avoid the "tragedy" of becoming a "shopping truck" last time, he did not bring Zhao Liying over, but walked slowly down the street alone.

There were not many pedestrians on the street in the afternoon, but the atmosphere close to life still came to face him. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Xiaoshan smiled and felt much more relaxed.

Sure enough, being immersed in the script world for a long time while filming, and being disconnected from real life, will still affect your mood.

while walking.

A gentle voice came back, making Xiao Xiaoshan pause, and then he followed the sound.

"Chaqin Xiaoyuan?"

After thinking about it, Xiao Xiaoshan did not hesitate, opened the wooden door in front of him, and walked in. Everywhere he entered were chairs and tables, all of which were antique wooden objects.

Looking again, there was a woman in white clothes and ancient costume on the stage, with long hair tied behind her shoulders. She was playing the piano with her bare hands, and the sound of the piano came...

There were seven or eight tables of guests under the stage, drinking tea, closing their eyes, or talking in low voices, which seemed particularly harmonious!

I found a seat and sat down. The waiter came slowly and asked in a low voice:

"What would you like to drink, sir?"

heard.

Xiao Xiaoshan smiled slightly. This teahouse is a bit interesting. Not only is the decoration retro, but the service is also retro.

"Come on chrysanthemum tea, I've been a little angry recently..."

Xiao Xiaoshan said.

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The waiter nodded and left. Xiao Xiaoshan's eyes followed the sound of the guzheng. After a moment, he looked back and leaned on the back of the seat. Just like this, he listened to the music lazily, which was quite good.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a small pile of A4 paper on the table caught his eye. There were printed ellipses on the cover. In addition, there were some traces of doodles and alterations. Turning to the second page, there was the text. , there are also many traces of graffiti.

I originally planned to take a casual glance to see if there was the owner's name and then return it, but when I opened the second page, Xiao Xiaoshan couldn't take his eyes away.

“At night.

Dark jungle.

There are buzzing sounds of insects and flies among the withered leaves, broken arrows, rotten bones, and stains of blood...

"Snoring..."

under the tree.

The old man was snoring. His messy hair, tattered clothes, and exposed skinny arms and legs showed that his condition at the moment was not very good, or even very bad, very miserable.

However, his hand was still very strong and he still held the knife steadily...

"Wheels--"

Something rolled out of the old man's chest, and at the same time, a pair of eyes lit up behind a tree not far away.

Then, he stared hard at the thing that rolled out. It was a piece of cake, a piece of cake that had been hidden for an unknown period of time and had dried out and was about to go bad...

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