Global Movie Emperor

The more you climb inside, the deeper this sense of fear. Everyone can't speak anymore. In the entire iron barrel, there is only the sound of guns and props knocking on the iron sheet. When crawling, the sound of clothes and iron sheet rubbing is getting more and more serious. A violent gasp.

　　 The cold sweat has wetted his back, and his physical fitness has dropped rapidly. Fortunately, there is a bright light in front. Lu Ze can clearly see the small camera hanging above the barrel in the bright light. Obviously, this is the director's opportunity for them to breathe.

　　 At this time, Lu Ze felt a hand touching his butt, and Lu Ze immediately reacted: "What are you doing, Northeastern!"

　　Milong was also behind Lu Ze and said hard words: "You waited to go out, we will settle the old and new accounts together!"

　　Continuing to crawl forward, Lu Ze noticed that Zheng Yi's stamina seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. Panting heavily, he stopped walking while lying in the iron bucket.

Lu Ze was taken aback. Don’t be fainted. If you faint inside, all the people behind will be blocked. He can’t say anything to remind him, so he can only pull Zheng Yi's trouser legs twice. .

　　 Zheng Yi still didn't move, but after kicking his foot twice, he was sure that he did not faint, so Lu Ze continued to push him according to the script.

　　 "Go! Go!"

　　 "Your uncle! The little grandfather takes a breath, I can't breathe anymore, I want to leave you in your head, and you want to leave your head."

This barrel is a bit small. In the original script, Meng was annoyed, that is, Zheng Yi should turn around and give Zhang Lixian the first position, but now he can't twist it no matter what, Lu Ze had to do it himself and push him. On one side, then a small gap drilled in front of Mengfan.

　　 "Turtle son, you really deserve to be a deserter."

　　 "If I were him, I just deserted! What happened to me!"

　　 One hand slammed Lu Ze from behind, instantly unable to hold his balance, he fell on the dirt at the bottom of the bucket, shaped like a dog gnawing on the mud, and took a mouthful of dirt.

　　 "Turtle son! I'm fighting with you!"

　　 "Your uncle!"

　　 It must not be true. Lu Ze folded his palm with one hand, his palms bulged, and patted Zheng Yi's back with a muffled noise. In fact, the pain is not very painful.

　　 Zheng Yi also used the same technique. The two began to fight each other. They called them like a pig killer. They echoed in the iron bucket, and the stabbing Lu Ze's eardrums hurt.

　　 "Crack! Don't move! Don't come out inside! Rest in place! The next scene is shot continuously! After the shooting, you can rest in the morning, don't wipe your sweat! Keep it all!"

The director yelled at the mouth of the barrel, and a group of people collapsed in the barrel for an instant. This journey is definitely not two miles, almost only 200 meters, but even so, everyone is tired enough, just a short ten minutes. Here, everyone is exhausted.

　　 "Brother Zheng, are you okay? I think you are so scared?"

　　 Lu Ze talked to the protagonists for a while when he was on the crew a few days ago. Now that this scene has passed, Lu Ze also relaxes and pushes Zheng Yi behind him.

　　 "I'm okay, just stretched my arm, hey, I'm really exhausted, I'm not afraid, but I'm really boring, too tired."

　　 Lu Ze was taken aback, and in the end he could only admire him. He was deceived. He could only say that Zheng Yi's acting skills were superb, and he couldn't accept it. This group of people were really strong, and the acting was too similar.

　　 "Director! When can we go out? Hurry up and shoot. It's all soil, and I feel panicked when lying down, hurry up!"

　　Milong's actor Song Guiyuan lay on the ground, then got up with grinning teeth, rubbed his back and shouted.

　　 "If you don't feel tired, start! Do you agree? Do not rest?"

　　 "Don't stop, don't stop! Hurry up and forget it!"

　　 "That's OK, hit the board!"

　　 In this scene, Lu Ze didn't have any lines. He only made one gesture. The rest of the time was Zheng Yi and Chen Zhijun's opponents, and there was a bit of Yu Xiaoqing's lines in between. In this way, the three scenes were all done in one go.

　　......

"Whirring whirring......."

　　 Just once, Lu Ze felt like taking a shower. He was covered in sweat, dirty, and mud. He sat down and breathed hard.

　　Too tired. This drama is really life-threatening. Just in the scene of climbing the iron barrel, Lu Ze has become tired as a dog, sticking his tongue out, and his whole body is as dirty as a mouse.

　　 "The water is coming! The water is coming! What to drink? Brother Zheng, can you red Bull? Brother Song, you? Aze, do you want it?"

　　 "Come... here is a can, oh~ Brother Song, look at my back, is it broken?"

Song Guiyuan and Lu Ze are fellow villagers. Although they are not from the same city, they belong to the same province. Usually he talks with Lu Ze the most, and Lu Ze is not polite. He takes off his clothes and turns his back to Song Guiyuan to let him watch. At a glance.

"Ah, it's green, it's okay to break a little skin, there is no blood, it's okay, I rubbed this knee, look at it, scratched a hole, the iron bucket was cut by the wrong stitch, is it really him? ."

　　 Lu Ze looked at it, isn't it? Song Guiyuan's knee had a slender cut, and he was slowly bleeding out. Although the wound was not deep, it was always an iron cut, which must be disinfected.

　　 Basically, there is nothing good about everyone. Lu Ze's back, elbows, and cheeks are also scratched.

　　 Followed by the doctor from the crew, Lu Ze’s problem was not serious. He took two cotton swabs from the medicine box and dipped it with iodophor and rubbed it on his wound, then grinned twice from the corner of his mouth.

　　 is a bit enjoyable...

　　 The most severely wounded person should be a group performer. The small arm was cut deep, and six stitches were stitched. The actor gave him a thousand dollars and asked him to go back to heal his injuries.

　　 This also caused Guo Mingde to lose his temper, and began to spray wildly at the props group.

"Isn’t the inspection finished? Ah! Why is the wrong seam between the iron barrels not properly inspected? Why do you have eyes? Did you try to climb? This month’s salary is 1,000 deducted 1,000, and the team leader deducts two. Thousands! Next time, will he have any props that hurt people~www.ltnovel.com~ Are you hell! I have no shortage of manpower! There are other teams! Give me careful! Careful! Careful! But wherever there are mistakes One of them counts as one! Get all of them out!"

Lu Ze took out his cigarettes from his bag and made a round of them. They were all serious actors. They were all old smokers. They didn't dislike Lu Ze's cigarettes. After lighting them, they watched Guo Mingde scold the staff. Dog with **** head.

　　 "I have cookies here, can I have some?"

Zeng Fandong, the actor of 　　 Bean Cake, leaned over and shook Lu Ze with a box of biscuits.

　　 I was really tired this morning. The food I ate in the morning was digested and clean. Lu Ze happened to be a bit hungry. He reached out and took out two pieces to eat. It was a bit dry.

　　 "Where did it come from? Where are the biscuits made here? This is... They are all broken into this way."

　　 "Shhh! I was hungry when it was in the prop set, so I took a box, don't make a noise, take two more, and go."

　　 "Puff! You stole it?"

　　 A mouthful of biscuit **** spurted out. This old-fashioned biscuit shed a lot of scum when bitten. Lu Ze shrank his neck, drank the lipstick cow quickly, and looked at Zeng Fandong's staring boss.

　　 "Shhh! Let's keep your voice down! Don't talk, I have to share it with Song Ge and the others. Eat it sneakily! Don't let the props crew see it."

Lu Ze looked at all the members of the props crew who couldn't lift their heads up, and then looked at the protagonists. The cat walked down and slid into the anti-cannon hole in the trenches, eating slowly. The biscuits don’t look bad, but they are really sweet and relieve their hunger. Then one after another actors jumped into the pit, gathered in a pile, and smiled quietly.

　　 Until the head of the props group checked the props used in the afternoon, he just entered the warehouse, and after a while, his face flushed.

　　 "Where are the cookies? Who did he take away the cookies!"