Veteran King [Entertainment]

Ling Mutian has already lost count of how many movies and TV dramas he has participated in, but this is the first time he has joined the group as an official actor or contracted artist.

Because Lin Qiao didn't want him to be exposed too early, Ling Mutian hadn't taken any makeup photos yet.Sun Taotao first took him to meet director Lu He.

Lu He looks to be in his 30s. As a director, he looks good, but he is serious.To Ling Mutian's surprise, Sun Taotao seemed to be quite well-connected in the circle. Director Lu, who was originally expressionless, couldn't help but soften a little when he saw Sun Taotao.

He looked Ling Mutian up and down, nodded and said: "You look very good, I have seen the clips of your audition, and you are passable, act well, you will stand out."

Ling Mutian nodded in agreement, since he followed Lin Qiao, it seemed that the world was full of kindness all of a sudden, and everyone thought that he must have a bright future in the future.

After changing into the clothes sent by the stylist, the make-up artist darkened his complexion a bit, and his hair was pulled up with hairspray, and Ling Mutian's overall look was done.

When Ling Mutian came out of the dressing room, he had a bronze complexion, stubborn hair standing upright, three-dimensional features, handsome, and a cold complexion, just like a cold handsome guy, and he looked much younger than his actual age, just like A young man in his 20s, Sun Taotao immediately felt his eyes light up when he saw it, and immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took a few photos and sent them to the boss.

After a while, the phone received a reply. Sun Taotao turned on the phone and looked at it, and commented in two words: "Very good."

Sun Taotao smiled and narrowed his eyes. It is necessary to please the boss at work.

Ling Mutian worked as a plane model for a while before filming, and he is still very good at taking pictures. The makeup photos were taken smoothly and the efficiency was quite high. Not long after the shooting, the big photos were hung in the crew office.

Ling Mutian looked at it for a while, and found that the corners of his eyes were a little sore, so he quickly turned his head away and stopped looking.

Back at the hotel where he was staying, Sun Taotao had already arranged a lot of his things, replaced the quilts with his own, even covered the sofa with the sofa cover that came with him, and there were a lot of custom-made clothes in the closet. The sink with luxury brand skin care products is full, and there is a bottle of lilies on the coffee table, and the room is full of the fragrance of flowers.

Ling Mutian felt that there was no need to make such troubles, it was just a temporary residence.

Sun Taotao didn't think so, "During the time you were on the set, this is your home. Filming is very hard, and of course you have to live more comfortably when you go home."

He took out a box from his pocket and handed it to Ling Mutian, "Your new phone has a new number."

When Ling Mutian took it over, he found that the box had already been opened, and several numbers had been stored in the phone's address book, and he knew who they belonged to.

"It's a farewell to the past." Sun Taotao pointed to the mobile phone in his hand, "Assistant Jian put away your past mobile phone for you. I don't intend to interfere with your personal freedom. I just don't want to cause unnecessary trouble. You have to know that there are many people who are popular."

"As for the person you want to contact, I think you can find a way to get in touch if you have a number, and none of us can stop you." Sun Taotao said meaningfully.

Ling Mutian didn't speak, and nodded slightly after a while, as if he accepted the helpless result.

When going to bed at night, Ling Mutian found that he had insomnia. Habits are a terrible thing. He had only been in the Lin residence for less than two months, and he had already fully adapted to the environment there. He had to get up and read the script for a while before falling asleep. with.

When he got up early the next morning, Sun Taotao next door had already boiled a large pot of red bean and barley water for him in an electric cooker, filling two large water glasses.

"During the filming period, don't drink plain water every day, just drink this. It is very effective in reducing edema, and you will look better on camera."

Only then did Ling Mutian understand Lin Qiao's purpose in arranging Mrs. Chen to bring him an electric cooker.

"Boss Lin...does he drink this every day while filming?" Ling Mutian was a little curious.

"He drinks more than you. He has to drink throat-moistening soup every day, and his water intake is difficult to control." Sun Taotao replied.

"Moisturize your throat?" Ling Mutian was puzzled, since Lin Qiao was not a singer.

"Huh? Don't you know?" Sun Taotao was a little surprised, he thought that Ling Mutian should be very clear about the fact that these two have been getting along day and night for so many days.

"Boss Lin released a single in his early years, and the response was pretty good, but it's a pity..." Sun Taotao frowned, "His throat was poisoned by someone, and he was discovered in time, although the usual speaking problems are still there. It’s too big, but I can’t sing any more, and I’ve been taking medication for years, but it still doesn’t work if my voice is too high or the time I speak is too long.”

"How could this happen?" Ling Mutian didn't expect such a reason, no wonder that man refused to scream no matter how rough he was that night.

"Some people will do anything for the sake of being superior." Sun Taotao sighed, "When you get to the set later, no matter what other people's attitudes are, you have to deal with them calmly, don't be impulsive, and don't conflict with anyone."

Ling Mutian nodded, "I understand."

Ling Mutian's thoughts were still on the matter that Lin Qiao was almost dumbed down by poison, and Sun Taotao had already parked his car in the parking lot.

After getting out of the car, Sun Taotao looked up and down, straightened his collar, took a few steps back, looked at him and said: "Okay, very good, the first big step of the future actor is about to take .”

Ling Mutian couldn't help feeling a little excited, at least at this moment, he hasn't regretted his choice yet.

After Ling Mutian changed his clothes and put on makeup, he sat in the dressing room and read the script. It was obviously scheduled for the morning play. After watching it for almost an hour, he was not seen to be called to the stage. After a while, someone knocked on the door. He opened the Looking at it, I found that it was one of Director Lu's assistants, standing at the door with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Mr. Ling, we need to make some adjustments to the morning show. Ms. Ma hasn't arrived yet." The little girl didn't look very well, and there were still traces of anger on her face.

Ling Mutian knew that the heroine of this drama was called Ma Yingying. She had never heard of the name. She should be a newcomer. It stands to reason that a newcomer should cherish such a role very much. There is no reason to put pigeons on the first day of filming.

Perhaps seeing his doubts, the little girl looked around, leaned over and said in a low voice, "That Ma Yingying brought money into the group, and the backstage is tough, Director Lu can't do anything about it."

Ling Mutian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that with Lu He's reputation, he needed to compromise.

The next scene moved forward, and Lu He asked the props to remove the original background with a dark face, and set up the set for the next scene.

Ling Mutian walked a few times as required, adjusted the lighting for a while, and the first scene of "Iwo Jima" was ready to start shooting.

The author has something to say: According to the word count required by the list, it will be [-] words every day until next Thursday.

This is a transitional chapter, the next chapter should be written about Lin Qiao's visit to the class, and then "Uh huh, ohhhhhhhhhh"

. . . . . .What the hell is the author talking about?