Urban Hidden Dragon

Very loud sound.

It's not that big originally.

But after hearing what Jia Chi said, he deliberately raised his voice to the highest level.

It was as if he was deliberately antagonizing Jia Chi.

Jia Chi slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up, "Fuck you! Can you act? If you can't act, give it to me..."

The assistant director immediately hugged Jia Chi and asked him to sit down, "Director Jia, he is the person that Yixiang Media is currently promoting. Our new drama still needs him to drive traffic for us. Mr. Guan has spoken to us. Take care of me, you know Mr. Guan’s importance in the circle, calm down, you’ve been waiting for so long, it doesn’t matter if you wait a little longer.”

Jia Chi pointed to the watch on his wrist.

"Look what time it is now? Huh? What's your name?"

Jia Chi pointed at the young man.

The young man didn't care at all. He held his mobile phone and said into the microphone, "If you don't give the shooter a position, we will reopen!"

Jia Chi's face turned livid with anger.

When I was about to smash the script inside my hand.

The manager came over and said with a smile, "Director Jia, calm down, why are you so angry? You have been in this industry for so long, why do you still have such a bad temper? Our artists have enough positions. We Our artists are tired from this journey and need to rest for a while. Please let everyone rest. When our artists are rested, we can start shooting again.

Oh, by the way, our artist’s name is Zhou Han! Don’t forget it! "

The agent smiled at Jia Chi.

Jia Chi took a deep breath, and the assistant director and several crew members pulled Jia Chi.

Anyone who is in this circle knows that it is very realistic here. Whoever has a higher position will speak louder, and everyone else has to endure it when they act big.

The only sound on the set was the sound of Zhou Han playing games, and occasionally the sound of Zhou Han playing games and cursing.

Wang Han quietly tried to control his Qi body in the Vajra realm in his lounge.

If you want to control this thing, it will take at least half a month depending on the situation.

This was a bit beyond Wang Han's expectations.

time flies.

Wang Han suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the time.

I found that more than an hour had passed.

When I came here before, I heard that an actor was stuck in a traffic jam on the road, so Wang Han came to the lounge to wait.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for more than an hour, no one came to call.

Wang Han finished his work and walked outside.

After pushing the door in.

I found the set to be very quiet.

Jia Chi stood at the window smoking a cigarette with a livid face.

Everyone else lowered their heads and whispered.

the other side.

A person was surrounded by stars, some were holding water cups, some were holding snacks, and some were holding warm babies and squatting beside him to cover them.

There were a few people standing behind still cheering.

Wang Han glanced at him and said, "Director Jia, we won't be filming today?"

Jia Chi looked back at Wang Han and smiled helplessly, "I'll take the photo in a moment."

"It's almost nine o'clock at night, so we can't shoot early in the morning, right? What are you waiting for? Hasn't anyone arrived yet?" Wang Han asked again.

"People are coming."

Wang Han followed his gaze and looked at the young man surrounded by a group of people again.

I found it a bit familiar.

Taking a closer look, he turned out to be the same Zhou Han whom he met when he just returned to China.

Wang Han told Guan Sisi that he would come out after he became a good artist, but he didn't expect that he would do something bad again just a few days ago.

Let so many people wait for him alone.

"Wow! This operation is great! You are so good! This operation is no less than that of a professional player!" The assistant stood behind Zhou Han and flattered him.

As soon as Zhou Han turned his head, the assistant immediately gave Zhou Han water.

Wang Han walked towards Zhou Han.

Several people around Zhou Han took a look and found that Wang Han looked familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere.

Zhou Han, on the other hand, stared at his phone playing games from beginning to end, not looking up at Wang Han at all.

"Are you stupid? Do you know how to play support?" Zhou Han suddenly cursed into the microphone.

As soon as he finished cursing, Wang Han took the phone away.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Han raised his head and glared at Wang Han.

Wang Han glanced at the screen of his phone and said, "1-12-0! Are you playing crazy! Which professional player is so cool?"

After speaking, Wang Han smashed the phone directly.

Zhou Han stood up on the spot and pushed Wang Han.

Unexpectedly, instead of pushing Wang Han, he was bounced back to the chair.

The bodyguards of the assistant manager behind Zhou Han gathered around Wang Han.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Do you know how valuable my artists are?"

"What does it have to do with me who you are? Can you shoot? If you can't shoot, change someone else!"

When the atmosphere is tense.

The staff on the set rushed over.

Pulling Zhou Han's agent.

"This is Mr. Wang! He is the boss of Tianqi Media! Come here and play a guest role!"

Zhou Han's manager quickly forced out a smile.

"It turns out to be Mr. Wang. This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. They are all one family. There is a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding! Hurry! Makeup artist, put on the makeup quickly! We can act right away!"

Zhou Han looked at Wang Han unconvinced, but after all, the other party was the big boss, and he had heard about the power behind Tianqi Media.

Everyone in the industry knows that the boss behind Tianqi Media is no worse than Yixiang Media.

After sizing up Wang Han, Zhou Han still felt familiar.

But that day Wang Han was wearing a mask and the crowd was chaotic. Zhou Han pretended to be too lazy to look at people and didn't recognize Wang Han at all.

The staff on the set looked at Wang Han with expressions of gratitude.

We can finally start shooting.

Today there is another rivalry scene between Wang Han and Zhou Han.

After the two people took their positions.

Field record clock.

Wang Han and Zhou Han stood on opposite sides.

Zhou Han put his hands in his pockets and raised one hand to tease his bangs to look cool.

"12JQK."

Wang Han felt like he was being torn apart in a daze.

I had only heard of this kind of incredible talent before.

I didn't expect to actually encounter it today.

"Crack!"

Wang Han shouted and pointed at Zhou Han.

"Can't you remember just a few lines? Is there Qin Hui kneeling in your mind?"

Jia Chi suddenly covered his mouth and lowered his head, his shoulders twitched hard, and he pinched his thigh with one hand to prevent himself from laughing.

The assistant director came over inexplicably, "Director Jia, what does Mr. Wang mean by this? Why is Qin Hui kneeling on his knees?"

"It is said that there is Qin Hui kneeling inside the chicken's head, and he has a small brain when it comes to scolding others."

The assistant director was holding back his laughter, and so were the others.

I started to fall in love with Mr. Wang.

They were all annoyed by Zhou Han's big show, but they didn't dare to say anything and had to endure it. Now that they were fine, Mr. Wang did what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

The agent ran up quickly.

"Mr. Wang, our artists are too tired during this period. Don't worry, we will dub them later! This situation is normal!"

Wang Han's anger was rising, "That's normal! I spent so much money and you just count a few numbers for me and that's it? Are you taking me as a scapegoat? You can act as many times as you can! You can't act just for you. Get out!"

Zhou Han's nest was on fire, and his manager quickly stepped in and said, "Let's memorize the lines right now. Don't be angry, Mr. Wang!"

After a few minutes.

Shoot again.

Zhou Han still put his hands in his pockets and said in a very artificial bubble voice.

"Listen, you can't fly today. Don't look at it. No one will save you. You..."

"Crack!"

Wang Han shouted again.

"What are you playing? I remember in the script, wasn't the character he played a particularly imposing and charismatic person?"

The manager ran up to the rescue again, "Mr. Wang, our artist is tired. If we try again, we will definitely be able to perform well."

"Zhou Han, tone it a little bit and give your performance a little more momentum. Remember, the lower your voice, the greater your momentum!"

Zhou Han glanced at Wang Han coldly.

Shoot again.

Zhou Han looked at Wang Han, still maintaining the cool and cool action of putting his hands in his pockets.

The mouth was open, the lips were moving, and the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Wang Han finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him with a big mouth.

"Did you leave your fucking vocal cords at home?"