There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle

Dongfang Zhe, with black hair like ink and white clothes better than snow, walked in lightly from the door. A gust of wind blew by, and his clothes fluttered, as if his feet didn't touch the ground, and he was about to become a fairy in the next moment.

The two little maids clasped their hands in front of their chests, two blushes appeared on their cheeks, their eyes were dreamy and blurred, and they couldn't control themselves at all. They trembled all over and said in a nympho: "Mr. Dongfang is so beautiful, Mr. Dongfang is my love, Mr. Dongfang marry me... ..."

"Pfft...cough cough cough..." Yu Siyang, who was still full of immortality and fascinated thousands of girls just a second ago, crazily pulled the wig on his face, and said depressedly: "Director, can this blower be smaller? I was almost blown out."

"Stop—" Jin Ce asked the martial arts instructor who is also a prop master to turn on the blower, and explained to Yu Siyang: "Sorry, this blower can't adjust the air volume, let's find another angle to see if we can avoid blowing the wig to the face go up."

Because I bought a second-hand blower, and when it is turned on, it will produce a strong wind. No matter how you turn the knob on the machine, the wind power cannot be adjusted. As a man who comes out with a strong wind, Yu Siyang has been tossed by the blower these days.

Guan Yahua filmed this scene with his mobile phone, which can be used as promotional materials when the movie is about to be released.

The martial arts instructor picked up the blower and switched to the other side, "Try to see how it goes in this direction." Then, he turned on the blower again.

A gust of wind blew over, and Yu Siyang yelled, "It's too close, I can't even open my eyes."

The martial arts instructor immediately turned on the blower, carried it a little farther away, and blew again.

Hong Zhehao laughed so hard that he almost rolled on the ground. Fortunately, he didn't have such a perverted appearance setting, otherwise it would be very difficult for him not to laugh.

But his appearance is not much better. Although he does not come out with a strong wind, he has to pretend to be crazy and stupid when he appears on the stage, and he has to show that the character's mental retardation is pretending, but he is actually a shrewd and capable person.

How to play this role without being silly and funny is a special test of the actor's acting skills.

"It's almost there, let's do it again and try to pass it."

Jin Ce carried the camera and returned to the original position, Yu Siyang returned to the door, and Hong Zhehao patted his stiffly smiling face to build up his emotions.

Guan Yahua, who is also a scene reporter, hit the board, and the filming restarted.

Dongfang Zhe walked in from the door with fluttering robes and fairy air. The worried old lady Ximen saw him, as if seeing a living Bodhisattva, she hurriedly went up to him, "Mr. My son was given acupuncture, he recovered for a while, but today he fell ill again, how can this be good."

"Don't be impatient, old lady. Intractable diseases like your son's are rare in this world, and it's normal to suffer from them again." Dongfang Zhe smiled brightly, and took out a large box from behind, "It's about giving acupuncture. It’s not strong enough, I’m going to try it now with this extra-large silver needle.”

Dongfang Zhe said, and took out a few silver needles thick as fingers from the box.

Seeing such a thick and long silver needle, Ximen Guang yelled "Damn it, death stick", and couldn't hold it any longer, so he got up and slapped Dongfang Zhe away.

"Guang'er, hello," Mrs. Ximen was very excited, "Mr. Dongfang is indeed a bodhisattva with wonderful hands and rejuvenation."

Ximen Guang froze, his face slowly returned to an idiot expression, he turned his head and ran towards Mrs. Ximen, shouting: "Xiaocui, I miss you so much..."

Old Mrs. Ximen was hugged and rubbed her cheek by her grandson, she had no love in her life.

Yu Siyang, who was pulled upside down by Wia, was lying on the ground with a look of lovelessness.

it hurts!

When he fell just now, his back should have been scratched.

Tang Hang was the first to notice that something was wrong with him. He couldn't control whether he was shooting or not, so he ran over in a few strides and helped him up, "Si Yang, what's wrong?"

"The back hurts." Yu Siyang frowned, and stood up with Tang Hang's hand.

Tang Hang looked at his back, and immediately took a deep breath.

The chiffon gown on the outermost layer of the white costume had been scratched into a rolling door, and the thin imitation silk satin gown inside was also torn a few times, and traces of blood leaked out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The fans watching outside the set saw the blood on Yu Siyang's back and couldn't help shouting. If they were not a little bit rational, they would rush over and carry Yu Siyang to the hospital for fear of causing trouble to their team leader.

Hearing the screams of the fans, the crew who were staring at the filming hurriedly put down what they were doing, huffed and surrounded them, and were shocked to see the bloodstains spreading more and more on Yu Siyang's back.

"Quick, quick, first-aid kit, first-aid kit..." Jin Ce was incoherent in a hurry, while asking Guan Yahua to get the first-aid kit, and at the same time asking the assistant director to drive the only truck of the crew, and send Yu Siyang to the hospital, " Why did you get injured, you obviously checked it..." Seeing that the place where Yu Siyang just fell was covered with gravel, Jin Ce was shocked and furious, and shouted: "Chen Yanyan, didn't you ask you to check it now? What a broken rock, huh?"

Everyone else looked at the ground, and then they all looked at Chen Yanyan in unison. There are so many broken stones with edges and corners. Yu Siyang's back must have been scraped into a rolling door.

"I, I have inspections..." Chen Yanyan excused aggrievedly: "I even swept the floor on purpose, I, I don't know..."

Tang Hang couldn't care less about who threw the stones on the ground now, so he asked Hong Zhehao to help take care of Yu Siyang, and he went to drive the car over.

Hong Zhehao supported Yu Siyang, with an expression on his face as if he was injured, "Is it very painful? Let's sit and wait." Turning around, he asked his assistant to bring a chair over.

Yu Siyang shook his head, raised his chin, and motioned him to look at the Bentley that was coming quickly.

Tang Hang drove the car over, and together with Hong Zhehao helped Yu Siyang into the car.

"You look like you are supporting a pregnant woman." Yu Siyang's face turned pale from the pain, but seeing that the expressions of Hong Zhehao and Tang Hang were uglier than his wounded patient, he teased a few words.

Hong Zhehao looked at him dumbfounded, "The joke you told is not funny at all, so please stop it, you have no racial talent."

Yu Siyang was amused, he let out a haha, he didn't pay attention to the injury on his back, and his face was distorted in pain.

"Master, is the injury serious? Does it hurt?" The fans standing outside the cordon saw Yu Siyang grinning, and asked loudly in worry.

"It's okay, don't worry," Yu Siyang smiled and shook his head, "It's hard for you to come all the way here, so go back quickly, and be careful on the way."

Being cared about by the dear leader, the foodies were so excited and worried that they almost couldn't control themselves to split.

Not to be outdone, Hong Zhehao's fans pushed forward and yelled, "Hong Bao, Hong Bao, you are not injured, take good care of your Yangyang."

"Thank you, I will. You guys should go back quickly. Running here every day will delay your studies." Hong Zhehao said.

The assistant director who followed all the way to help open the door sighed heavily in his heart. The production team was so poor that they couldn't even afford to hire a field worker to clear the scene. Fortunately, the fans of Hong Zhehao and Yu Siyang were of good quality, and there were no road shots to post on the Internet. Otherwise, the film will be completely spoiled all the way through filming, so there is no need for it to be released.

Yu Siyang sat in the car, his forced smile twisted immediately, and hissed softly, obviously in severe pain.

Guan Yahua, who went to get the first-aid kit from the production truck, ran back panting, walked to the side of the truck and said, "Do you need to clean the wound first?"

"Let's go to the hospital directly, the set is not very convenient." Tang Hang said, and got into the driver's seat.

Guan Yahua quickly got into the co-pilot and said, "I'll go with you."

Neither of the two people in the car objected. Tang Hang stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly to the nearby hospital.

The others stayed on set to continue filming.

Chen Yanyan silently took a broom and cleaned the shooting site again. Seeing Jin Ce walking towards her, she said aggrievedly: "Director Jin, I really checked carefully, and I don't know why there are so many broken pieces. Stone……"

Jin Ce nodded at Chen Yanyan, and carefully observed the expressions of everyone on the set. After a while, he suddenly walked towards the fans standing outside the cordon and asked them to show him the photos they took today.

The attention of fans may be on their favorite idols, but there is a good chance that the photos they take will include the person throwing stones.

Jin Ce explained the reason in a low voice, and the girls immediately took out their mobile phones to look at the photos they took one by one.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, Hong Zhehao yelled and pointed at a young man in a servant's costume.

The man was startled in shock, he pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed nervously: "I, I'm urgent to urinate..."

"I don't think you're in a hurry to urinate, do you?" Jin Ce walked over with a mobile phone covered in rhinestones in his hand, and said with a stern face, "I think you're guilty of guilt."

"Director Jin, what did you say? How could I be guilty of being a thief?"

The man wanted to argue, but Jin Ce didn't bother to give him a chance, showing the photos on his phone for everyone to see.

The photo is mainly of Yu Siyang who is "playing" with the blower, but in the corner of the photo, you can see at a glance that the man in the costume of the servant threw something on the ground, and you don't need to compare it carefully. It can be found that the place where he threw things is the place where Yu Siyang was originally scheduled to fall.

Ironclad evidence.

The martial arts instructor led several strong men to surround the man, preventing him from escaping while no one was looking.

"This is intentional injury," Jin Ce said coldly, "Tell me why you did this."

The foodie group was so angry that they stood outside the cordon and shouted to call the police.

"I, I, I..." The man was sweating coldly, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Call the police, call the police, and send him to jail." The foodies were outraged, and even Hong Zhehao's fans shouted.

It is unforgivable that there is such a person in the film crew who hurt others with such ulterior motives.

Hong Zhehao pointed at the fans and put a finger to his lips, "shh", then glared at the man, and said, "Maybe you would rather tell the police." If he asked his assistant for his mobile phone, he would call the police.

The man rushed towards Hong Zhehao fiercely, trying to grab the phone.

The assistant immediately stood in front of Hong Zhehao, and punched the man in the abdomen with his right hand. Taking advantage of the pain, the man bent over, turned sideways, pinned the man's right arm with both hands, and lifted the man up with force, and then quickly slapped the man on the ground. Knees pressed against the man's back, restraining him tightly.

Hong Zhehao was stunned by the assistant's force value: "..."

The big devil didn't tell him that the facial paralyzed assistant B who arranged for him had such a high strength!

He quickly recalled whether he had offended assistant B with facial paralysis before.

It's better to talk about Assistant A, if he finds out that he's stealing food, at most he'll talk a little bit, and he'll just listen to it, and if Assistant B finds out...

Hong Zhehao shuddered, frightened by his own brain hole.

Jin Ce saw that the man not only injured Yu Siyang, but also wanted to attack Hong Zhehao—in fact, he wanted to grab the phone, so he called the police without saying a word.

After making the phone call, I realized that I was actually using the fan's rhinestone-covered fruit machine. I touched my nose in embarrassment, and hurriedly returned the phone to the fan, and advised the fan to go home.

Fans of Yu Siyang and Hong Zhehao were unwilling to leave.

The group of foodies was filled with righteous indignation and waited to know why the man wanted to hurt their leader.

Hong Zhehao's fans were waiting to see the police take the wretched man away because their own Hong Bao was almost hurt by the wretched man, and they also watched and worshiped Hong Zhehao's mighty and majestic assistant.

Oops, my Hong Bao is cool, and my assistants are so awesome.

After a while, the police drove to the set and took the man away.Jin Ce, as the director and producer of the crew, also followed.

The food group spontaneously took a car or drove to the police station to be an eyewitness.

—Hmph, if you dare to hurt my head, I will sue you and go to jail.

At the same time, an anonymous post on the Bayi Eight Community, the largest gossip forum in China, caused a lot of discussion among netizens-"When the popular little fresh meat Yu Siyang was seriously injured while filming, he was deliberately murdered!" "