Chapter 17 Long Clan Please collect Little Little Finger

inside the room.

Han Qiao sat in front of his desk, with white paper spread out on the desk.

He still liked this room very much. What he could see from the window was a small forest, with green leaves swaying in the drizzle, cutting off the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Rainy days are suitable for writing novels.

Han Qiao picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper - Long tribe.

"Lu Mingfei typed "GG" and cut out of the game. In the last scene on the screen, twelve human cruisers focused their fire with Yamato cannons, turning his nest into a pool of blood..."

Han Qiao flicked the pen in his hand, and a series of words appeared on the paper.

He believes that this novel best meets the current needs. Bu Ya focuses on youth literature, while Long Family is a youth fantasy novel with changeable plots, passionate characters, and most importantly, unfathomable love.

Young people like this tune.

If the market responds well, there will be several more movies to follow. As for Mr. Jiang, he knows a lot about dragons!

Han Qiao secretly thought that he should put some pressure on him. Before his rebirth, this guy posted more Weibo posts in a year than he wrote in novels.

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The next day, the alarm clock rang at 6:30 on time.

Han Qiao got up and looked out the window. The sun was just rising on the horizon, and orange-red clouds spread on the horizon.

She closed the door softly and prepared for the show.

At the entrance of Juxian Village, it was dark and there were already many people waiting for the show.

Han Qiao opened the door of Juxian Villa. Aunt Li was not there, but the little girl who had greeted the guests before was.

She was said to be a little girl, but she was actually older than Han Qiao. When she saw Han Qiao coming in, she greeted with a smile: "Brother Han, it's so early today!"

Han Qiao happened to need the little girl's help for something, so he took out the manuscript from his arms and said, "Little Yanzi, help me post this letter later."

Xiao Yan'er's name is Zhang Yan, and she is also a prostitute. She has been unable to receive any roles for several months and cannot make ends meet. She can only find a job to make ends meet and go to theater shows during her breaks.

This is also the helplessness of the extras. The rent is so expensive, utilities and electricity are everywhere, but the crew is so small.

Zhang Yan put down the mop in her hand, wiped her hand on her apron, took the letter from Han Qiao, looked at the address, her eyes full of doubts.

"What's wrong, little Yanzi?" Han Qiao felt uncomfortable looking at him.

"Brother Han, are you writing a novel when you send it to a magazine?" Zhang Yan didn't expect Han Qiao to have this ability.

Nowadays, being a writer is still a respected profession, unlike in later generations, when writers became "housekeepers".

"I wrote a little casually." Han Qiao smiled modestly.

The bus was coming outside. Han Qiao had no time to explain to Zhang Yan and ran out in a hurry.

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In front of Juxian Village, the bus door opened. Fatty Wang, the leader of the group, stood in front of the door and shouted with a loudspeaker: "There are thirty places for the Anti-Japanese War drama. If you want to go, hurry up and sign up."

"Brother Wang, are there any other dramas? I don't want to go to the Anti-Japanese War drama!"

"That's right, Brother Wang, is there any costume drama?"

"Brother Wang, please pay more for the Anti-Japanese War scene. Five yuan is too little."

There was a lot of chatter among the extras, but no one got on the bus.

Fatty Wang had a dark face. No one got on the bus. He was helpless so as not to cause public anger and did not dare to go too far.

Hanqiao's head was covered with tears. What a situation, no one got on the bus.

He quickly ran to Fatty Wang: "Brother Wang, I'm going."

When Fatty Wang saw Han Qiao, his dark face showed a smile: "Brother Han is going, come on, hurry up and get in the car."

After finishing speaking, he shouted with a loudspeaker: "What's wrong with the Anti-Japanese War drama? You are so picky and want to be an actor. I just stick my butt out and go home to farm at noon. Why noon? Because you will die sooner or later."

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"I'll leave it at that. If you don't report for the show today, don't ask me to report for the show in the future."

Someone got on the bus, but now the crowd was reluctant and had no choice but to obey.

There are currently four group leaders in Hengdian, and Fatty Wang is one of the best among them, and he knows many great directors.

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The bus took the performers to a mountain.

The crew has already made preparations.

Han Qiao followed the crowd to receive costumes and props. Seeing that everyone around him was listless, he whispered to the guy next to him: "Brother, what's going on? I see that everyone is in a very low mood."

The young man saw that he was an old extra. He glanced at Han Qiao and realized that this was the boy who had fawned over Fatty Wang that morning. He said angrily: "You're new here, you'll know after a while."

Han Qiao was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army. He put on his leggings and pretended to wave the gun in his hand. It looked like that.

At this time, the assistant director came over to talk about the play.

"Stand at attention." The assistant director shouted loudly.

The extras hurriedly gathered together. The assistant director took the gun handed over by the staff, bent down and demonstrated a tactical move, and then let the extras practice.

At this time, Han Qiao noticed that the people around him were malicious from time to time. He thought about it and realized that he had made public anger in the morning and suffered from his lack of experience.

The assistant director promoted one who was better trained and led the crowd to perform in the play.

The filming location was at the foot of a mountain.

The scene goes like this. The Eighth Route Army marched quickly to the foot of a mountain and encountered a Japanese ambush.

The director called action and the filming started.

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In the monitor screen, the camera zoomed out first, showing a quiet mountain road winding into the distance. At the end of the mountain road, a small group of Eighth Route Army soldiers trotted and marched. Their uniform movements showed that this army was the elite of the Eighth Route Army.

Suddenly, there was a sound of beating in the air. (ps: Why do everyone in the anti-war drama RB speak Chinese. (⊙﹏⊙)

Randomly, the sound of gunfire was like a heavy rain, breaking the tranquility of the mountain forest.

The Eighth Route Army was suddenly attacked, and the commander shouted loudly: "Comrades, rush for me and hurry through the battlefield."

Han Qiao complained in his heart, what a bullshit script, shouldn't he find a bunker to fight back at this time?

But the show is still going on, so hurry up and run forward.

It rained last night, the ground was full of water, and there were staff holding water guns and spraying water all the time.

After only a few steps, I was soaked to the skin and stuck to my body, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

In order to create the effect, the crew planted explosives in advance.

As the Eighth Route Army ran past, explosives exploded, and with a bang, mud flew everywhere and fell down on their heads and faces.

The group of performers suddenly panicked and the formation dispersed.

Click.

The director gave the order to start over again.

This scene went back and forth a dozen times.

The palace is not beautiful, and it is a sunny day. The clothes on my body are wet and dry, and the already stinky clothes are even more disgusting.

Han Qiao felt that his mind went blank, leaving only the rumble of explosives.

I don't know how long it took, but the play finally ended. I sat down on the ground, feeling sick in my heart, and vomited it out.

Damn it, no wonder no one picked up the Anti-Japanese War drama.

Who will pick up whose grandson from now on?
Chapter completed!