After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

I really want to kill myself a few minutes ago.

Qin Jingye pursed his lips, his face gloomy.

But if you do something wrong, you still have to bear the consequences.Although he has always been deviant, he is not shameless enough to blame others.

He took a breath, took two steps forward, and lowered his voice: "It was exciting just now."

Although the tone was awkward, the compliment was sincere.

Song Zhulan smiled politely but alienated: "Thank you, Director Qin, for your praise."

"You don't need to be modest," Qin Jingye waved his hand, lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said: "It was really my fault to blame you before. How about this, when today's play is finished, I will immediately contact my friends and introduce you to They, do you think this is okay?"

Song Zhulan thanked Qin Jingye, and then stood quietly aside.

Qin Jingye is straightforward and daring, so it's no wonder that such a poisonous tongue can still occupy the position of the second male in the original book.But people with this kind of personality are too inconspicuous, and they are not the type that Song Zhulan likes.

Where did the rest of the crew think of so much, they were all shocked.

That was Qin Jingye!

The young master of the Qin family has a bad temper, and he may not have such a good face in front of his father and brother.

He also said just now that he would introduce his friends to Song Zhulan.Those who can be friends with him are either young masters or famous directors, and they are opportunities that others can only dream of.

This time, everything was in Song Zhulan's hands.

If it was normal, they would definitely scoff at this, feeling that Song Zhulande is not worthy.

But now, the amazing sword dance is still vivid, and no one is more worthy of these resources than Song Zhulan.

Qin Jingye discussed some details with Song Zhulan before shooting, including the movement and angle towards the camera, so as to ensure that the camera can show his most beautiful side.Song Zhulan has a high level of comprehension, and she can see through a little bit. When she played again, the effect was even much better than the last time.

After the sword dance was over, Qin Jingye excitedly shouted "Cut!" As if he had been injected with chicken blood, his state was almost the same as that of those cricket-fighting dudes in ancient times.

In the original book, Qin Jingye's setting is indeed the same, he is extremely obsessed with the drama, as long as the acting is good enough, he can ignore any past and old grievances.

The protagonist Shou in the original novel auditioned again after Song Zhulan was kicked out of the crew, and was chosen for the role of Yueming.His acting skills are also considered excellent, and he immediately caught Qin Jingye's attention, and in the subsequent plots, this talented director fell step by step.

It's just that now that Song Zhulan has not been kicked out of the crew, the protagonist Shou doesn't know when he will be able to appear on stage.

Song Zhulan waved his sword casually, not taking this matter to heart.

Anyway, it was someone else's fate, and it had nothing to do with him.As he thought about it, his stomach suddenly twitched again, and even his forehead felt a dull pain.

With this annoying problem, Song Zhulan looked gloomy, and sat down at the place closest to the little sun for heating.

On the other side of the crew, Qin Jingye arranged for the follow-up. The next shot was a long shot, which required even higher requirements for the actors.

He was calling Song Zhulan to prepare for the next scene, when he suddenly saw the man frowning and sitting on the bench clutching his stomach.

He froze for a moment, remembering Song Zhulan's "discomfort" when explaining that he was drinking water.

So he is really uncomfortable, holding his stomach, is it a stomachache?

No matter how old you are, why do you still have this problem? Trouble.

Qin Jingye looked away from Song Zhulan, turned around and called a staff member: "Does the crew still have hand warmers?"

The staff was taken aback: "Yes."

"Give him one." He lifted his chin in Song Zhulan's direction, and finally remembered something, and added: "If there is any lunch box left, warm it up and take it."

After finishing speaking, he continued to nitpick about the set.

The lunch box and hand warmer were finally delivered to Jiang Xiaofeng.

Jiang Xiaofeng and Song Zhulan had been to many film crews, but it was the first time they had received such good treatment.

He happily took the things and ran towards Song Zhulan.

"Xiaolan, I just thought that you didn't eat anything at the banquet, and you didn't eat anything on the way here. You should be hungry now, and someone brought you a box of lunch!"

"Come on, open it and eat, the boxed lunches of the film crew have always been delicious."

In the original book, the original body did have a stomach problem, and also had low blood sugar. If any of the three meals were missing, he would be very uncomfortable.

Song Zhulan reckoned that this was probably the reason for her stomachache.It's just that I didn't have time to eat just now, and now that the boxed lunch was delivered to me, I didn't refuse and took the meal.

When he was in the apocalypse before, his three meals were compressed biscuits and canned food, and he often had a hungry meal and a full meal.Even after the end of the world was solved, the food was very simple.

This world is obviously not miserable, and Jiang Xiaofeng also said that the box lunch here is delicious, which made Song Zhulan feel a little hopeful.

He lifted the lid of the lunch box, and the hot aroma rushed to his face.

Song Zhulan took a breath, and saw clearly the two big lion heads in the lunch box, a piece of fried pork, a piece of boiled kale, and a small bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

For him, it was indeed rich.

When Song Zhulan was enjoying dinner with a lunch box, Jiang Xiaofeng gave him a thumbs up from the side, and couldn't stop praising him.

"Awesome, Xiaolan! Just now I almost felt that you were possessed by Yueming! Did you suddenly become enlightened?"

Song Zhulan nodded slightly while eating five or six pieces of meat.

"That's good, that's good," Jiang Xiaofeng agreed incoherently: "Director Qin said just now that he would introduce friends to you, and finally we don't have to be hacked every day."

"When this clip is released, who will dare to say that you are a vase!"

God knows how long he waited for his artist to turn around, this time he saw a little hope.

He said that Xiaolan is good-looking and good-hearted, so she shouldn't be scolded and slandered all the time.

It's about time.

A smile appeared on his chubby face, and Song Zhulan knew what he was thinking at a glance.

To no longer be hacked by the entire network, and to stand in front of the screen openly and aboveboard is the original owner's long-cherished wish.As an assistant, Jiang Xiaofeng also thought the same way. He felt that Song Zhulan had never done anything wrong. He was upright in his three views and acted bravely, so he shouldn't be treated so cruelly.

But the world is not so beautiful, especially in the entertainment circle like a big dye vat.

All shortcomings will be infinitely magnified, leaving no chance for people to breathe.

If you want to stand in front of others with brilliance, you can only be perfect yourself.

Thinking of this, Song Zhulan ate half of the lion's head in one bite.

"Hey! My ancestor, take it easy!" Jiang Xiaofeng exclaimed from the side.

Song Zhulan still nodded obediently, and the movement of eating slowed down a bit, looking elegant and gentle.It's just that the speed at which the food in front of him disappeared didn't slow down at all.

When did it become so edible?When Jiang Xiaofeng was muttering to himself, Song Zhulan had already finished his meal and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Looking at the lunch box, it was empty, not a single grain of rice left.

Jiang Xiaofeng: ...

Before he had time to say anything, the crew had to restart the machine again.

The next thing to shoot is the fight scene between Yue Ming and a group of assassins, one of the most important long shots in the whole film.

After Song Zhulan's sword dance, the crew's emotions were mobilized, and they were looking forward to what kind of finished product they would get in the end.

Song Zhulan lived up to expectations, and the play was extremely smooth and completed in one go.But there are too many aspects that need to be adjusted in the long shot. Although they are progressing smoothly, after this period of shooting, the hour hand also points to the direction of twelve o'clock.

"Everyone has worked hard." Song Zhulan came down from the set, sheathed his sword, and thanked the crew one by one.

The crew originally complained to him because they were forced to work overtime.But the young man smiled with sincerity and clear eyes, and today's performance was too amazing, most of the resentment disappeared.

Before leaving, Song Zhulan asked Jiang Xiaofeng about the skin care products she used frequently, and bought a copy for each crew member who stayed up late with her own money.

The money in Yuanshen's account itself was not too much, and after spending such a large sum, it was immediately stretched.

Under Jiang Xiaofeng's shocked gaze, Song Zhulan calmly explained: "It's my fault to have so many people accompany me to work overtime. I can make up for it."

That's the truth, but...

Jiang Xiaofeng pointed to Song Zhulan's five-figure account, and sighed quietly: "There is only so little money left, what are you going to do next?"

He has been with Song Zhulan for two years. According to his understanding, his artists spend a lot of money, living expenses are all paid out of their own pockets, and they have to send a sum of money to the family every month.Although Song Zhulan was scolded miserably, the money he got through the notification was not a small amount, and he couldn't save any money just like this. Now there is only such a little left, and he doesn't know how to live.

But Song Zhulan shrugged: "First replace the favor you owe, and then earn the money."

He was so open-minded, Jiang Xiaofeng had no choice but to give up.

On the bright side, this kid at least knows a little bit about the world.

The next day Song Zhulan had to go back to school to resume classes, so the two of them didn't delay any longer in the crew.

When they came, they came quietly, but when they left, a few crew members came to see them off.

The car started slowly, Jiang Xiaofeng said: "The return journey is quite long, Xiao Lan, you should go to bed first, and you have to get up early to go back to school tomorrow."

Song Zhulan said: "I'll go to bed later, but I haven't gone back to class for a long time, and I basically don't remember anything. I'm a little nervous now."

His eyes were downcast, and his expression was a little cramped, like a student on the eve of school who had spent a holiday and didn't do any homework.

Jiang Xiaofeng said comforting words: "It's okay, we have greeted the school, and the school will definitely understand. You just need to study well in class. I am really nervous. I will wake up tomorrow morning and look through the textbooks and exercise books. You have a full set of May [-] at home. I will keep it at home." It's in the cabinet in the study."

Song Zhulan has been running around in the apocalypse for 17 years. When he first heard about the school, he really missed it, but he didn't know what the teaching system in this world looks like.

Jiang Xiaofeng opened up the conversation box, and he continued to ask questions on the topic, and quickly understood the general idea.

The teaching system in this world is similar to that of my original world. High school students have to pass the college entrance examination to be admitted to colleges and universities.Celebrities like Yuanshen usually choose art colleges, so they usually have to pass the art test before taking the college entrance examination.

It's just that the original body didn't take the art test for some unknown reason, and now he can only follow the path of a cultural student.However, with his grades, he couldn't even pass the college entrance examination.

Jiang Xiaofeng said, looking at Song Zhulan worriedly: "Speaking of which, Xiaolan, although you are a star, it is still very important to get into a good school. You will be the same in half a month, so you don't have to be too stressed. But you still need to pay more attention.”

After finishing speaking, he felt a little bit lost, and cheered up: "We Xiaolan is so smart, we can learn the sword dance just now, and we must be fine in any language and mathematics!"

As soon as he said this, Jiang Xiaofeng felt guilty.

But unexpectedly, Song Zhulan didn't wave his hands in boredom like before, but smiled lightly.

"Thank you brother. As for the grades, don't worry, I'm sure."

After Jiang Xiaofeng listened, he didn't speak for a long time, he just wanted to pry open Song Zhulan's head to see what was inside.

Ancestor, do you still remember your report card at the end of last semester!

The total score is less than [-]!

As soon as the semester started, I could count the number of times I went to school on one hand, and I was photographed spending the night in an Internet cafe for several days.

That's it... what can you be sure about!