After rebirth, the president resigned and became the actor

Director Yan watched this clip over and over again, and asked the assistant director for his opinion for the first time.

The assistant director really likes Gu Zhuozhuo, he is good at anything, so naturally he praises him fiercely.

"I think it's good." He nodded sharply: "You Yuanxi is... not very old, the audience also likes to watch this kind of plot, this kind of picture, how cute!"

As soon as the word "cute" came out, Yan Dao took a deep breath as if his teeth were sour, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

The assistant director stepped up and waved his hands: "Really! If you don't believe me, ask everyone!"

Director Yan looked around and saw the spectacular scene of many onlookers nodding in unison, and several girls flushed with excitement.

Director Yan: "..."

This passage is originally a transition, and the atmosphere does not need to be overly heavy. In this case, conforming to the audience's expectations is also a way to deal with it.

He yelled, "Go!"

In fact, at the root of it, Yan Dao was able to pass because this action did not violate peace.

Looking at You Yuanxi's script alone, it might be hard to imagine him crouching down with cups in his hands.But the actor's performance has given the character new life in a sense. If it is You Yuanxi played by Gu Zhuozhuo, this action will be real and cute.

Entering the next scene, everyone started busy moving props and pushing machines again, and the scene was chaotic.

Wu Jingxuan was angry when she saw that everyone agreed, but she didn't dare to say anything, and left in despair.

Gu Zhuozhuo glanced in the direction she left.

……

The work in Fantasy World Film and Television City is almost finished. In the afternoon, Gu Zhuozhuo has nothing to do, so he changed back to his clothes and studied on the set.

Wu Jingxuan sent a few plays in the palace, he went over to take a look, and felt that he was far inferior to Miao Hang, and he was lacking in interest, so Hatu came to him with a new script.

The two went out and sat down on the ginkgo flower bed that day.

"What's the matter with Wu Jingxuan?" Gu Zhuozhuo couldn't help asking, "Is there something wrong with my brain?"

"Maybe," Hatu laughed, "or would you be so stupid as to challenge your old authority?"

Gu Zhuozhao: "..."

"Actually, it's easy to understand." Hatu is quite experienced: "This is called a middle-aged crisis, and it mostly happens to middle-aged people who are struggling in their careers. They feel that their future is bleak, and they are inferior to young people in terms of energy, skills, and learning ability." , I’m anxious all day... I’m guessing, don’t take it seriously, how is her filming, you should watch a lot, right?”

Gu Zhuozhao opened the file bag, weighed it in his hand, and said, "It's okay, she has played too many palace fights, not like a queen mother or a queen."

He paused, and added: "Still a villain queen."

"It's true that she has acted a lot. She looks very classic." Hatu said: "Ten years ago, she was very popular, no worse than Xiong Qi. At that time, she was everywhere in several popular palace dramas. Xiong Qi said it was a Actor, but movies cost money to watch, and the audience is small after all. Switching to TV dramas, the popularity will be much higher, and even older sisters and aunts are familiar with her."

"What happened later?" Gu Zhuozhuo asked.

"The transformation must have failed." Hatu sighed: "The popularity of the palace fight has come down in the past few years, and with the restriction order, Guangyao actually has two dramas that are under his control that have not been aired. And Wu Jingxuan has been stereotyped. On 'Empress', the directors of modern dramas don't like her."

Once an actor is finalized, it is not only a question of whether the director can use you, but also a question of whether it is possible in front of the audience.

For example, the audience likes a comedian who has played many popular comedy roles, and when the audience sees his face, they want to laugh reflexively.If he's in a situation that calls for grief, the viewer's experience is ruined.

In analogy, acting too much in ancient costumes, acting too much in modern times, etc., also gives people a fixed mindset.

Wu Jingxuan faced such a predicament, and almost disappeared from public view in the past two years.He is famous but has no works. If it weren't for this style, maybe Gu Zhuozhuo would have sympathized with him.

After all, there are a lot of frustrated people, so it's her fault to come here and sarcastically from time to time.

Gu Zhuozhao turned his attention back to the script in his hand.

"Corrected?" He flipped through the pages, saw some paragraphs marked with red pen, and looked down.

"The second edition, Qian Boyue is not very satisfied, but I want to send it for you to have a look."

This is the second revised version of a script that Gu Zhuozhuo had read - "Last Year's School Grass".

No one's money comes from the wind. Gu Zhuozhuo bought the company and joined the investment. Naturally, he hoped that Zhongsheng would become a healthy asset and earn more money for himself.Therefore, for the three projects of the three production directors next year, he will give opinions at the decision-making stage.

After the initial funds were in place, the producer Director Qian was the first to implement the project and the first to submit the revised script.

In order to pass the review normally and make the rhythm of the story more suitable for the TV series, any script may undergo repeated revisions.This "Last Year's School Grass" is no exception. In the first edition, Gu Zhuozhuo made some comments, so he typed back and rewrote it. This is already the second edition.

"Has the director been selected? Has the actor started to be selected? It's best to wait for the actors to decide on the script, and then change it again..."

"Yes," Hatu took out another stack of papers: "This is the actor that Director Qian initially selected."

Gu Zhuozhuo glanced at it and was speechless for a while. After listening to Hatu's pause, he added: "... list of intentions."

Gu Zhuozhuo pressed his temple with a headache: "He knows my family is rich, so is he so arrogant?"

"That's just to mention it, let's have a good time," Hatu also laughed at the list: "Oh, this is a gathering of superstars... the July girl from the Xingyun Youth League... Yan Le... Gina Dolma..."

Gu Zhuozhuo looked at the list, everyone was followed by the company's quotations for external plays.

These young traffickers are all worth a lot of money. No. 1 episode is 80, and the next ones are 76, 60, 55, 5354...

Although there is room for negotiation in reality, the corners of Gu Zhuozhuo's mouth still twitched.

"How many episodes do we have scheduled for this movie?"

"Sixty." Hatu turned back and glanced at the schedule: "Look at the platform's opinions in the end, and more episodes may be cut."

School drama, one class, partial group portrait.There are more than a dozen teenagers and girls in important roles.

An actor's salary is 80 per episode, 800 million for [-] episodes, [-] million for ten "traffic superstars"?

incredible.

Director Qian Boxue.

Before my Gu family’s house is completed, I have to rely on the support of the bank. You want to take [-] million out of my pocket empty-handed?

"No." Gu Zhuozhuo said coldly: "It's not counted according to the number of episodes. The package salary is not more than 800 million for the leading actor. You can only find three small idols at most to lead the ratings, and try to use newcomers for the others. If you meet a suitable one, you will sign it. You don't need to worry about this matter, let Qian Boxue handle it by himself, and submit a new plan to me."

Gu Zhuozhuo became angrier the more he looked at it, he sneered, and slapped the piece of paper on the pile of documents.

Hatu hummed: "What about the script?"

"Okay, let's use this to recruit people. How about the other two projects...ah."

Gu Zhuozhao felt his calf being touched by something, looked down, and saw that Fat Mao Sanhua came again at some point, and was circling around him.

Seeing Gu Zhuozhuo looking at it, he opened his mouth and let out a long meow.

"Yo," Hartu laughed, and shot like lightning, grabbed the fat cat's armpit and raised his head high: "It's quite fat!"

"It's called Sanhua... I hang around here as soon as it's meal time, it's time to eat." Gu Zhuozhuo is used to it.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Tang rushed here with two lunch boxes in his arms.Her footsteps were fast, but her hands were as steady as an old dog. The lunch box was opened in her hand, and the soup didn't shake much.

Hatu opened his chopsticks, wanting to pick something to feed the cat. After looking at a few dishes, he didn't know what to give, and said annoyedly, "Soup meat? Leek? Tiger skin green pepper? Potato shreds?"

Gu Zhuozhao: "...can't even feed you."

Hatu regretfully stopped.

"Meow~~~" Sanhua began to cry.

"Meow ow ow~~~~~" Sanhua began to draw out her voice.

"Meow..." Sanhua jumped onto the flower bed frustrated and aggrieved, trying to forcefully share the happiness brought by food with Hatu.

Hatu dodged left and right, and then had to stand on the flower bed, holding the lunch box high, his tall body almost stuck into the tree, and shouted: "Little Gu! Feed it whatever you want!"

Gu Zhuozhuo laughed for a long time, stood up and said, "I'll find someone to exchange for another one."

In the crew, the box lunches of the protagonists are different from those of the group performers and the staff, with higher standards and more refined.

But in order to maintain his weight, Gu Zhuozhuo ate nutritious meals brought by the chef at home until a week ago.After the new year, he will go to the grassland to shoot exterior scenes, and he can resume his diet properly, so he can eat the meal of the crew.

The staff's lunch box is usually a braised chicken leg, which is not very salty and can be eaten by cats.Gu Zhuozhuo hadn't touched his meal yet, he was walking towards the set with his hands in his hands, and happened to see a small group of performers sitting on the threshold, planning to eat.

"Hi, can you change it with me?" Gu Zhuozhuo knelt down and smiled at Xiaoqun: "Look, is there any dish you don't eat?"

He lifted the lid of the box, Xiao Qunyan shook his head hastily, pointing at himself at a loss: "I... Me?"

"Well, can I change it?"

The small group of performers blushed, and usually they didn't have a chance to talk to the leading actors, because the leading actors were always surrounded by people.He often watched Gu Zhuozhuo filming, and he was looking forward to it, but now he was suddenly looked at gently by his idol, talking nicely and laughing...

"Yes!" Xiao Qun acted decisively as if drunk.

So Gu Zhuozhao successfully exchanged boxed lunches with him, and brought the marinated chicken legs back to Hatu's place. He walked through the red porch, the alley between the two palaces, and suddenly he saw a golden glow flashing past.

"?" Gu Zhuozhuo paused and looked back.

It's like the reflection of the embroidery on the costume. Someone was standing here just now?Why is it gone now?sneaky.

He looked around and made sure there was no one, so he stopped thinking and went to feed the cat with the boxed lunch.

***

Two days later, the film crew was officially on vacation, and Gu Zhuozhuo packed up and went back to Haiting.

Jiangtian Group still went to work on New Year's Eve, but they could leave at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not too late for Wen Yue to come back.

The two planned their itinerary for the two days, and happily decided to spend most of the time sleeping at home.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the TV sounded in the living room.

The sound of various fireworks and firecrackers can be heard endlessly, and the host beamingly introduces the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and the festive atmosphere is strong everywhere.

"As of [-]:[-] p.m. on the [-]th, the high-speed rail passenger transport has successfully transported xx million passengers..."

At this moment, Gu Zhuozhuo was looking for a place to place a tripod in the living room.

Hatu who came unexpectedly: "Not here!" "Not there!" "I saw the fireplace!" "Don't show off your wealth too much!"

Hatu came with a mission.

A public welfare platform contacted him suddenly in the afternoon, begging Gu Zhuozhuo to rescue him.One of the guests who was originally scheduled to broadcast was temporarily unable to come due to something, and needed to make up one, because Gu Zhuozhuo has been very popular recently, and the person in charge knew Hartu again, so he asked over.

Those who participated in the live broadcast were all prominent public figures. Although the live broadcast was only 1 minute, it was still a very good opportunity. Hatu switched working modes non-stop and knocked on the door of Wen's house.

Wen Yue hasn't turned on the cable TV since he bought the house in Haiting, and it took half an hour with Hartu's help to fix it.

Gu Zhuozhuo exclaimed: "The TV at home can really be watched!"

Hatu: "..."

These rich people, equipped with the best equipment, put them there to collect ashes, and Hatu could not wait to give his wife two stereos.

Master Wang, the chef of the Wen family, prepared a lot of ingredients and went back to his hometown this morning.If Hatu hadn't suddenly assigned him a live broadcast task, Gu Zhuozhuo would already be enjoying the world of two people now...

Resentment was useless, he finally found a good angle, right in front of the closed curtains in the living room.

There is only a pot of green plants around, and the camera can't see the stairs and ceilings. There is no possibility of exposing the luxurious interior of this house, which is very good.

"Just put it here, and I'll try the equipment for you." Hatu looked at the DV and adjusted the angle: "Recite the words, this charity organization has a good reputation, so you don't need to say more when the time comes, the host will read you , you just greet the camera, and the video source will be directly cut to your account..."

"I'll do it." At this time Wen Yue came over, wiped off the water on his hands with a tissue, polite and alienated: "How to set it up, demonstrate it again."

Hatu felt that his two-meter body was inexplicably short, shook his head and threw away the thought, and happily demonstrated the operation method to Wen Yue.

Wen Yue is very reliable, just read it once. Gu Zhuozhuo stood in front of the curtain, made a V to the camera, and then blinked at Wen Yue who was looking at the monitor.

Hatu confirmed on the phone that the network is fine, and said with a sour tooth, "You two really don't go home during the Chinese New Year? It's like a newly married couple..."

Gu Zhuozhao: "..."

His ears turned suspiciously red, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Then why are you staying at my house during Chinese New Year? You're making it look like an unintelligent light bulb."

"........." Hatu stared, unable to speak, and said angrily after a while: "I didn't help you with the live broadcast, I went back to hug my wife early! I don't care if it's done, you pay attention to time, It's time to do it yourself!"

"Okay." Gu Zhuozhuo was immediately happy, ran out of the camera, and sent Ha Tu out with Wen Yue.

"Are you going to the hospital to accompany your sister-in-law now?" Gu Zhuozhuo asked as he watched him change his shoes.

"No, take her home right away." Hatu smiled innocently, and when he mentioned his wife, he looked like a fool whose IQ plummeted: "The hospital agrees, and I will stay at home for two or three days, and the home is comfortable."

Standing behind Gu Zhuozhao, Wen Yue said lightly, "If you have any difficulties, just say so."

"Hey." Hatu waved his hand: "Yes. Then you will be good."

It was getting dark early, and the night outside was like a pitch-black monster that sucked away the heat. Gu Zhuozhuo closed the door to block the cold wind.

The room is as warm as spring, and there is a lively background sound on the TV.Gu Zhuozhao was in a very high mood, and rushed into the kitchen in high spirits, Wen Yuela couldn't help it.

Fortunately, Gu Zhuozhao has the same self-knowledge as Wen Yue, except that he boiled a soup, and the rest of the dishes are mostly semi-finished products, which are all things that can be eaten after being steamed in a pot and reheated.

Gu Zhuozhao also cooked a pot of dumplings, and finally brought out a small cake, and set up a grand table for the New Year's Eve dinner.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year."

The two greeted each other with New Year greetings and smiled at each other again.This is the first year that Gu Zhuozhao spent alone with Wen Yue outside, and it is also the beginning of his new life.

He finally took the step, escaped from a life he didn't want, and moved in with someone he liked.

I hope that in the coming New Year, I can also have Wen Yue by my side.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and made a nondescript wish before picking up the chopsticks.

After the meal, Wen Yue took the leftovers back to the kitchen, and Gu Zhuozhuo was already curled up on the sofa looking at his phone.

This year he has a lot of news about New Year's greetings. In addition to Gu's relatives, partners, managers and staff of the company, he has also added a large address book of contacts in the entertainment industry.

He sent big red envelopes to Qixing, Miao Hang, and Zhongsheng alone, and then sent red envelopes to the second echelon according to their relatives and distance, and sent text messages to directors and assistant directors who couldn't send red envelopes. .

When Wen Yue came back, he lowered the voice of the Spring Festival Gala, sat down and asked, "Has the live broadcast started? What time is it?"

"It's already started. It's still early for my turn. It won't be until after eleven o'clock, and it may be delayed." Gu Zhuozhuo was a little sleepy, his hands couldn't stop, and he couldn't help yawning: "Pay attention to the poor and out-of-school children in mountainous areas, and then talk to Happy New Year everyone, chat for 1 minute each..."

He found this promotional Weibo, struggled hard to get up from the soft sofa, squirmed twice and showed Wen Yue the phone screen.

"This is the list. I am... the 130th guest."

Both were silent.

Gu Zhuozhuo laughed: "It's not bad to be selected, and not all the participants are from the entertainment industry, as long as they are influential public figures, they can be invited. Besides, the closer to the twelve o'clock the list is, the bigger the number of cafes will be. Counting backwards, I am..."

He pulled back, did the math, and said proudly, "110!"

Wen Yue smiled, patted him and told him to sit down: "Not bad, it's on the middle."

Gu Zhuozhuo was immediately proud: "That is, next year I will strive to be the ambassador of the twelve o'clock time telling, and then on the Spring Festival Gala, I will pay New Year's greetings to the people of the whole country."

"Uncle and aunt will be happy." Wen Yue said.

Before eleven o'clock, Gu Zhuozhuo first broadcast live to fans on Weibo for 5 minutes.

He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, wrapped in a red scarf, and cupped his hands in front of the curtains with crooked smiles: "Little Peach Blossoms, Happy New Year!"

- Burning ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

-The mother fan made a hoarse voice—baby, you lost weight!

-prprpr happy new year prprpr is this at home?feel so big

- miss you, happy new year!My brother's equipment is so clear, I took a good picture of my brother... A fairy descends to earth!We will heat up your live broadcast in a while!

-Pay attention to the out-of-school children in mountainous areas, [@address], everyone, come and pay attention!Don't get lost!

-get

Wen Yue sat on the sofa with his back facing Gu Zhuozuo. On the phone, a vivid villain was smiling at him. The real voice entered his ears faster than the picture.

The heart lake is rippling.

Wen Yue made a move, clicked to give a gift, and chose the one with the largest face value, the quantity x10000.

send.