Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 167
The rest is the starring role. Although the person she plays is of a different level from the court lady behind, the part of the role is the same. They just need to stand upright behind and keep a blank expression.

After the female officer said another word, An Qianyin stood up again and put the things back.

She thought this was all her part in the show, but she never thought there would be more in the future.

No wonder they took the time to find a new one after the original show disappeared.

However, it is still as short as before.

It was only when An Qianyin was changing in the locker room that she realized that the original person of this role had suddenly stopped acting.

She didn't have the heart to listen to the specific reason.

After changing clothes and coming out, I saw the director and the assistant director arguing about some plots. The two talked a lot, but they didn't compromise.

When she walked over, she realized what they were discussing.

The director insisted on not spending more props and time to slow-motion and close-up the hero and heroine's heartbeat moment, because this is a political movie, not a romantic one.

The assistant director is just the opposite of him, saying that he must carefully ponder this moment, although this is not a type of this, but this shot is essential.

The director snorted and said in a strong tone: "When it's filmed, I'll see what the audience thinks about this movie. They say it's not a conspiracy movie, but a romance movie about dating under the guise of tactics!"

The assistant director didn't give up, and said some opinions, but he didn't pay attention at all, and insisted on his own opinions. He is a dignified person. He said several times in a row, but the director didn't speak, so he left him alone, and then left in a fit of anger.

When the director saw him leave, he was also very angry, and the voice of ordering the staff to place the props was much louder.

He sat there, flipping through the script impatiently.

There were several other scenes to be filmed, but the assistant director ran away in anger and did not come back for a long time.

He held the script in his hand, squeezed it tightly, and fell to the ground again.

The nearby staff were frightened by the anger, and their movements were much lighter.

"Didn't you eat? Get it for me quickly!"

The script just landed at An Qianyin's feet. She was curious and picked it up to read it, but someone came over immediately to remind her not to touch it. This director is notoriously bad-tempered in the circle.

But every time the works are high-quality goods, that's why the assistant director can't be questioned.

An Qianyin nodded to show that she heard, but the movements of her hands were not so obedient.

She turned a few pages back, and there was an extra sheet of paper at the back of the script. It seemed that it hadn't been booked for a long time. It contained the new content that the assistant director asked the screenwriter to change, and added the lead actor's emotional scene.

Probably because the director turned here and found that the assistant director had revised without asking his own opinion, so he was so angry that he threw the script away.

Seeing that An Qianyin didn't listen to the persuasion, those who kindly reminded him didn't bother to take care of it, and left, anyway, it wasn't their business.

In the shed, Xiong Yanying was calmly drinking the milk tea her assistant had just bought, watching her upcoming show in her leisure.

In the past few days since she joined the group, she would be scolded by him every time she didn't make a good film, or the number of ngs was a little too high, and the director never sympathized with her.

She wanted to see how this humble new employee would be scolded.

It's best not to cry in front of you, it's too ridiculous.

But after watching for a few minutes, I saw that after the director talked to her, he didn't lose his temper. On the contrary, his attitude showed signs of improvement.

When she was still wondering if she was wrong, Chen Lin, who was also looking at An Qianyin, laughed out loud.

His eyebrows were full of appreciation, and his eyes showed a lot of interest.

Seeing all this, Xiong Yanying felt jealousy growing in her heart, and unconsciously clenched the milk tea cup in her hand tighter and tighter.

(End of this chapter)