I, Corgi, Super Fierce [Entertainment]

After the magazine incident, Hu Wei decided to learn his lesson and try not to work for strange magazines.

This time, he got the recruitment information from the Internet, and worked as a model for an online store whose clothing style was within his aesthetic tolerance.

The job is to shoot twice a week, and there are about seven or eight sets of clothes in one round, which is not too tiring.

It's just that the salary earned in this way is not as optimistic as Bai Yue gave before. Hu Wei thought for a long time, and finally went to apply for a temporary residence permit in C City according to the strategy written on the Internet.

While He Chen was out for work, he took the subway to City C Film and Television City with his temporary residence permit.

This is the only place he can think of where he can work more freely and earn a little bit of money.

Group performers must first join the trade union. The process of joining the union is to fill in a form and sign, and then they can find the group leader to take over the work.

Although Hu Wei had known the situation beforehand, when he actually went in, he was still shocked by the people there.

C City Film and Television City mostly shoots costume dramas, and outside the camera are densely packed with group performers, most of them are dressed in common people's costumes, and a few are officers, soldiers and court ladies.

The summer is not over yet, but the clothes are all wrapped around the body, and every face is red and purple at a glance.

The leader of the group is a woman who likes to punch people with her nose. She speaks very arrogantly. When she sees Hu Wei, she lazily says: "There are no horns. Passers-by or dead people choose one."

"... Passers-by." Hu Wei looked down at the vegetable leaves embedded in her teeth, quite embarrassed.

"Go get your clothes and change, go outside and wait with them, if there are any important people from the crew, you go." The group portraits sensed his gaze, and directly stretched out their hands to pick out the vegetable leaves.

Then, under Hu Wei's shocked eyes, he ate it.

Hu Wei felt a little nauseous, looked away and coughed twice.

"Wait a minute," Quntou stretched out his hand and brushed Hu Wei's face directly, "Look at the face, do you know how to put on makeup?"

Hu Wei endured so as not to slap away her hand that had picked the vegetable leaves, "No."

"If you don't know how to learn." The group leader let go of his hand, "Forget about it for today, next time I try to do my makeup in advance for the show."

"Okay." Hu Wei reluctantly agreed.

Before the play started, Hu Wei didn't have much affection for this profession, especially after he changed into commoner clothes.

It's airtight, like a person is simmering in a steamer, the key is still the smell.

He was quite skeptical. The person who wore the clothes didn't know whether to wash them or not.

The wait is long, like a waste of time.

The other group of actors all know each other, and before the crew came to call people, they gathered together to chat.

Hu Wei did the math, and he probably had more than four hours left.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a short and fat man came from the other side of the road.

Before Hu Wei figured out the situation, everyone rushed up, as if meeting a movie star.

"Fifteen," said the man.

Those in the front are scrambling to be the first to raise their hands to act, while those in the back are squeezing and cursing.

"It was you who acted just now! It's you fucking again now!" a rather irritable brother behind Hu Wei roared.

"Only fifteen." The man was quite impatient, "Hurry up if you want to perform."

The first fifteen were lucky enough to get in, with light footsteps, and Hu Wei didn't know what to be proud of.

These group performances are like Chinese cabbage sold in the vegetable market, waiting for assistant director assistants and coordinators to come and pick them up according to the quantity.

Hu Wei thinks this squeeze method is quite unscientific, at least we should line up...

When someone came calling for "twenty passers-by," Hu Wei was still so crowded that his mother didn't even recognize him.

However, before he started to retreat, a hand grabbed him and quickly led him to the front line.

"Here, here, here!" shouted the man pulling him.

"...Seventeen, eighteen." The nodding assistant's eyes fell on Hu Wei's face, and he pointed twice, "Nineteen and twenty, just right."

The group performers who were not squeezed in behind all went back and continued to wait for the next opportunity.

Hu Wei got out of the crowd to see the man who pulled him just now.

It was a man who looked to be in his early twenties, with upright looks, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his skin was tanned.

Hu Wei didn't say anything, thinking about whether this person had pulled the wrong person.

"This is your first time acting?" The other party smiled, showing white teeth.

"Yeah." Hu Wei nodded.

"My name is Liu Minghui, and everyone calls me Brother Hui." Liu Minghui bibiked behind him, "We all acted and played together."

Hu Wei glanced behind him, and there were indeed several men and women in the crowd waving at Liu Minghui.

There were also people waving at Hu Wei.

"These women want to play with you, and they are afraid that you will stop acting." Liu Minghui rubbed his nose, "So they sent me out."

Hu Wei was silent for a long time, and finally he could only say "thank you".

"Although it was hard work and the weather was hot." Liu Minghui said, "acting is still quite interesting, and I can often see celebrities..."

"Hey, don't whisper there, we'll start shooting right away!" The assistant clapped his hands vigorously.

"Go back and talk later," Liu Minghui patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, acting as a passer-by is the easiest."

Facts have proved that acting as a passer-by is really very simple, basically acting as a background wall.

There is no conflict in the scene, passers-by are just passing shadows, and it doesn't make much difference whether it is a person or an orangutan in the camera.

The situation of conflict can be regarded as barely dramatic. The protagonist angrily flipped the table in the teahouse, and passers-by had to turn their heads and stand up to watch the excitement.

Hu Wei also got involved in fighting this time. After the two leading actors started fighting, all the passers-by were panicked and dispersed.

Generally, it is most taboo for passers-by to add drama, but the guy next to Hu Wei might be too excited, spit a mouthful of tea and jumped on the table, yelling "Fuck!"

The audience was dumbfounded, and one of the leading actors couldn't stop laughing: "Brother, this is a costume drama, you went to the wrong set."

The director didn't laugh, he just didn't let that brother act.

"If you have a play, you should act well. Playing passers-by is also acting." The director waved his hands violently, "I hate to be a group performer with the heart of having fun, but there are the most people like this."

The scene was silent for a moment. Hu Wei followed He Chen for a long time and met several directors and producers. Even the bad-tempered Director Chai did not speak as straightforwardly as this one.

Everyone was inexplicably serious, even the leading actor who laughed just now became very serious.

Nothing happened this time, and it was over once.

Hu Wei waited until he yelled "click" before raising his hands to wipe his sweat. The strange thing was that the extras didn't rush to leave after the performance and stayed where they were.

The assistant who was counting heads came out, bypassed the dozen or so group performers, and raised his hand to count a few people.

There is Liu Minghui, and Hu Wei is also ordered.

"Everything else, let's go back first, and I will call again if necessary." The assistant said, "Some of the ones I ordered have to be finished, and you can leave."

Those who weren't picked all left angrily.