Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Time flies, and after the new year is over, it will be March in Yangchun, a piece of warm spring, flowers blooming, grass growing and warblers flying.

And this spring, the most lively and highly anticipated event in the entertainment industry is the start of filming of the large-scale disaster film "The Wheel of Fire".

The film "Fire Wheel" tells a thrilling shipwreck story. It was produced by Yunzhong Media, a subsidiary of the Song Group. The Song Group invested nearly one billion yuan. The main director is Cui Xue, and the leading actor is the young actor Lin Feiyu who just won the title of Best Actor at the Jiangcheng Film Festival last year.

Speaking of Lin Feiyu, I have to mention a shocking big melon at the end of last year. For some reason, Lin Feiyu actually got 35% of the shares left by Song Ran, the former CEO of the Song Group, and 14% of the shares of the major shareholder Xue Jianguo. After 49% of the shares, plus his own 2% of the shares, Lin Feiyu became the largest shareholder of the Song Group in one fell swoop, accounting for 51%, with absolute decision-making power.

At the shareholders' meeting at the end of last year, Song Qingshuang, the former CEO of the Song Group, left the stage sadly, and Lin Feiyu took over on the spot, becoming the chairman and CEO of the Song Group.

Originally, the Song Group was very low-key about this matter and did not publicize it too much, but the Song Group is a large listed group company after all, and the replacement of the CEO must be announced on the Internet. After the announcement, countless netizens stared at "Lin Feiyu" three Words, even the melon in his hand was shocked, and the public opinion was in an uproar for a while.

"Fuck, how could this be?"

"Is this Lin Feiyu the Lin Feiyu I thought of? Or the same name?"

"The photos are all out, it's not him or someone else!"

"But isn't he an actor under Yunzhong Media? How did he become the CEO of Song Group?"

"Who knows, maybe there is something inside..."

It’s not a big deal for netizens to watch the excitement, but the reaction of fans is much more complicated. Most fans are both excited and uneasy.Because of the Internet violence incident a while ago, a wave of fans was washed away, and now the remaining fans are basically die-hard fans. They are happy and worried about Lin Feiyu's appointment as the CEO of the Song Group.

I am happy that my idol has become the boss and will not be bullied from now on; I am worried that Lin Feiyu will simply retire behind the scenes and never film again. For a while, there is a lot of discussion on Weibo.

"Fei Yu became the CEO of the Song Group! The CEO of a group with hundreds of billions of dollars! Oh my god, I'm going to die of excitement!"

"But, I'm really worried that Fei Yu won't be filming in the future, so what should I do?"

"Don't listen to the fact that the wind is the rain. He still wants to shoot "The Wheel of Fire", and he will join the team at the end of March."

"Sigh, my family, Fei Yu, is really dedicated. I heard that many of the dangerous scenes in "Fire Wheels" were actually shot at sea. Fei Yu is still unwilling to use a stand-in. I'm so worried."

"There are security measures. Besides, Linhai City is not a remote place. It seems that nothing happened to Sunset Bay. Don't worry."

"Hmm, I hope so."

Amidst these worried and expectant discussions, the day for the filming of "Fire Wheels" arrived.

This afternoon, Song Ran and Song Qingshuang arrived at Binhai Airport in Linhai City after taking a plane for more than three hours, then took a taxi for more than an hour, and finally arrived at the crew hotel near Sunset Bay in the evening.

Linhai City is close to the coast of the East China Sea, but it is not a tourist city. This hotel is the only five-star hotel near Sunset Bay. Most of the rooms are booked by the crew, and they are basically full.

Song Ran and Song Qingshuang dragged their suitcases into the hotel lobby and went to the front desk to check in.

After the beauty at the front desk checked the ID cards of the two, she smiled and said, "Mr. Song Xiaoran, Mr. Song Qingshuang, your room number is 602. It is a non-smoking double standard room with two 1.2-meter single beds and free buffet breakfast. It's a room card."

"Twin room?" Song Ran asked doubtfully.

The beauty at the front desk smiled and said, "Yes, it's a twin room."

Song Ran couldn't help but mutter a little, he knew that "Fire Wheels" had a lot of actual shooting scenes, and many of the shots cost a lot of money. As the chief producer who controlled the budget, Liu Qian was trying to be stingy in every possible way, but this is too stingy, right? , I can forget about it, Song Qingshuang is one of the main investors after all, and let him live in a double room with me? !This is simply an insult to Song Qingshuang, an investor.

Thinking of this, Song Ran couldn't help turning her head to look at Song Qingshuang. Song Qingshuang lowered her eyes, her snow-white face was indifferent, and there was no expression of objection.

Song Ran thought for a while, and said to the beauty at the front desk: "Please show me the crew's room schedule."

The beauty at the front desk knew that he was a staff member of the "Fire Wheels" crew, so she naturally didn't shy away from it, and handed him a densely packed form: "This is the accommodation arrangement form. Our hotel arranges according to the requirements of your crew. Nothing can go wrong."

Song Qingshuang said softly: "Brother, it's nothing, just one room."

Song Ran snorted: "I want to see what that stingy Liu Qian is doing..."

Speaking of this, Song Ran suddenly paused, because he found that the double room next to 602 was occupied by Liu Qian and Cui Xue.Cui Xue is very fond of snoring, basically no one wants to live in the same room with him, Liu Qian can bear to live with him, there are probably only two reasons, one is that the production team is really tight on funds, and the other is that Liu Qian, as a producer, The filmmakers took the initiative to advocate everyone to be thrifty and work hard.

"Sir, do you have any comments?" said the beauty at the front desk.

"...Forget it, I have no objection." Since both the chief producer and the chief director lived in a double room, Song Ran had nothing to say, so he had to return the accommodation list to the front desk, and took Song Qingshuang upstairs in a desperate manner.

Pushing open the door, a gust of salty, damp and cold sea breeze rushed towards him. Song Ran was refreshed, put the suitcase in the corner, and ran to the balcony.

The sea-facing rooms of this hotel all have a small viewing balcony. Standing on the balcony, Song Ran can see a large palm grove in front of the hotel, and across the palm grove, there is an endless sky two to three kilometers away. The blue sea and the humid and strong sea breeze make people feel refreshed.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and there were little golden waves on the sea, and a dark ship could be vaguely seen. It should be the scrapped [-]-ton oil tanker. It was Liu Qian who ruthlessly spent a huge sum of money for this film. bought.

Looking at the sea at sunset, Song Ran couldn't help sighing: "It's so beautiful, hey, I want to go to that boat to see it now."

Song Qingshuang was packing his luggage in the room. While packing, he raised his voice and asked, "Brother, I heard that the crew is going to that tanker tomorrow? Shall we go too?"

"Well, the schedule given by Liu Qian is like this, let's get familiar with the venue first."

Song Ran lay on the balcony admiring the evening sea for a while, until the sun was setting, he stretched contentedly, turned and went back to the room.At this time, Song Qingshuang had already packed all her luggage and put all the clothes that needed to be washed into the laundry bag of the door cabinet. The waiter would pick them up and wash them tomorrow.

"Brother, go take a shower first." Song Qingshuang said to Song Ran while hanging up her and Song Ran's clothes.

Song Ran wondered, "Why are you hanging your clothes?"

Song Qingshuang explained: "This is the clothes I will wear tomorrow, and it won't wrinkle easily when hung up."

"Oh." Song Ran was a little embarrassed, Lin Feiyu was virtuous, diligent and good at cooking, Song Qingshuang was serious about cleanliness and cared about appearance, and his life became more and more sloppy, and he was even more lazy than his previous life, but he quickly comforted himself and said, "It's okay to be careless." There's nothing wrong with it, anyway, I'm not a president anymore, so I'm happy and relaxed.

He took a hot shower comfortably, and then Song Qingshuang went in to take a bath, and lay on the bed to read mystery novels.

"Clatter..." Song Qingshuang loves cleaning very much. The sound of water splashing in the bathroom lasted for more than an hour before Song Qingshuang came out slowly wiping her hair. The tip of her hair was still dripping with water, her lips were wet The fumigation was bright red, and the eyes were dark and the complexion was white. Even if he was only wearing the ordinary white bathrobe in the hotel, he looked very dignified and handsome.

Song Ran glanced at him, and couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, his younger brother looked like a white porcelain doll since he was a child, his appearance was nothing to say, he was just a bit cold and arrogant, his personality was unpleasant, and his words There are not many, so it is really worrying to not find a stable partner at such a big age.

Seemingly realizing that Song Ran was looking at him, Song Qingshuang looked away uncomfortably, then stood hesitantly for a while, and sat down beside Song Ran's bed.

Song Ran immediately realized what he was going to do again, and immediately chased him away: "Go, go, go back to your bed."

It's fine when I was a child, and it's fine when I just met. I've known each other for so long. Don't you think it's strange for a big man to lie on another big man's lap and read a book?

Song Qingshuang pursed her thin lips, her ears turned pink, she looked obviously a little embarrassed, and tried to pretend that nothing had happened: "I just came here to see what my brother is reading, I don't want to...forget it , I’d better take a look at the group’s recent stock movements.”

After he finished speaking, he returned to his bed, opened his notebook, and began to look at the recent stock trends of the Song Group, only sneaking glances at Song Ran from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

Looking at his secretive look, Song Ran was secretly amused, but she didn't expose him, maybe because she solved the misunderstanding for many years, maybe because Song Qingshuang was really lonely these years, so after the two met, Song Qingshuang has always been a little clingy He, but Song Qingshuang is different from Lin Feiyu. Song Qingshuang is thin-skinned, doesn't know how to put on airs, and doesn't act coquettishly begging. It's relatively easy to deal with, unlike Lin Feiyu, who is ruthless and absolutely shameless...

Damn, why did you think of Lin Feiyu, that damned brat again?Song Ran shook his head speechlessly, rubbed the center of his brows again, and tried his best to shake off the shadow in his mind, allowing himself to immerse himself in the wonderful world of novels.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually felt a little sleepy, so he stretched his waist and fumbled for the row of light switches beside the bed: "Qingshuang, I turned off the light, do you want to keep that desk lamp? "

Song Qingshuang let out a "huh" and closed the notebook: "I want to sleep too, please close it."

In the darkness, there are only the rustling sound of the quilt, and the roaring sea wind outside the window, everything is so peaceful and peaceful.

Song Qingshuang suddenly said softly: "Brother, do you think this is true? You really came back and forgive me? Am I dreaming again?"

The little princess started to feel sad again, maybe she still wants to talk with herself all night... Song Ran didn't want to accompany Song Qingshuang to chat like a little girl at night, so she said lightly: "Don't think so much, go to bed quickly, tomorrow Still going to see that tanker."

"En." Song Qingshuang said softly.

……

The next day was a sunny day with a vast blue sky. The two got up at seven o'clock and went to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel to have breakfast.

The breakfast in this hotel is self-service, with a very rich variety. There are fully automatic coffee machines and milk sugar packets on the coffee table, and the fruit table is full of fresh fruits. , Chinese-style buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, there are almost everything you need, and several chefs stand behind the counter, frying eggs and serving noodles according to the needs of customers.

It was breakfast time at this time, and the restaurant was full of people, bustling with people, basically all crew members, such as lighting engineers, photographers, assistant directors, and actors of all sizes.

Everyone talked to each other about going to the tanker today, and they were all very excited.

"Are you going too?"

"Yes, I heard that the oil tanker is very large, with a capacity of [-] tons. It will be so exciting to sail out of the bay and shoot in the real sea!"

"But it feels a little dangerous..."

"What are you afraid of, there are lifeboats accompanying you."

"Don't talk about it, hurry up to eat, and we will set off at eight o'clock."

Listening to those discussions, Song Ran also got a little excited. He wanted to finish his breakfast and set off, so he took a plate to the front of the buffet counter to pick some fruit. Well, two slices of cantaloupe, well, half an orange... …Suddenly, Song Qingshuang gave him a few slices of red-heart dragon fruit: "I remember you like to eat this."

Song Ran was not polite, and directed Song Qingshuang carelessly: "Pick a few more pieces, um, and some cherries too."

As soon as Song Ran finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strange gaze. He looked up and couldn't help but curse secretly.

Lin Feiyu was standing opposite the self-serve counter, looking at himself and Song Qingshuang with a frown across a pile of messy fruits, his beautiful amber eyes were full of suspicion.

The author has something to say: Xiao Yu: Why does it feel weird... Is it because the person I like has become a vegetable, so I feel sorry for each other?

Little Princess: Hee hee.