I want to die every day [entertainment circle]

In order to catch up with the schedule, Xiyan and He Zichang escorted the editors to synchronize the on-site editing every day, and led the entire production team to dig out the details, so as to make the best effect in the shortest time to reduce the pressure on post-editing and film editing.

People in the production team are in pain and happiness every day. On the one hand, they are extremely busy, and on the other hand, they are excited because they are about to wrap up.With the intention of rewarding everyone, Xiyan used the extra budget to upgrade the lunch box. Although it was not as exaggerated as upgrading to the Man-Han Banquet, it could only look down on the crew of the rural romantic drama next door, but everyone was still very happy.

"Ah, Director Xi, the chicken legs in your bowl are bigger than mine, can I trade with you?" Li Minyu suddenly leaned over to Xiyan's side, looking at Xiyan's lunch box with bright eyes.

"Minyu, don't girls have to pay attention to their figure, it's not good to eat too much chicken drumsticks."

"Yes, yes, otherwise you can give me your chicken leg, and don't embarrass Director Xi."

"This chicken leg tastes good, but it looks too ugly..."

After getting along for a period of time, the people in the crew are more familiar with each other, and every time we get together for dinner, the atmosphere is very good.Speaking of this crew, the director and actors are all low-key, and the team hired by Steinmann is also very dedicated. There is no one who puts on airs and sabotages. attribute, more willing to joke with him.

Li Minyu didn't think much about it, she regarded Xiyan as a friend and always robbed him of the meat in his box lunch.

Xiyan used to be very generous every time, but this time he just looked down at the chicken leg, as if he didn't hear Li Minyu's words.

"Director Xi?" Li Minyu yelled again, seeing that Xiyan still didn't respond, he wondered if he couldn't part with that chicken leg?So he simply yelled in his ear, "Director Xi!"

"Ah?" Xiyan was startled, raised his hand, and the boxed lunch drew an arc full of flavor in the air, slapping the ground.

"Woo——" Li Minyu squatted on the ground like a puppy, looking at the box lunch buried on the concrete floor, with tears in his eyes, "My chicken leg..."

He Zichang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Your chicken leg is lying in your hand, it's Xiaoxi's chicken leg!" After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Xi Yan who was still dazed, and asked in confusion, "Xiaoxi, what's the matter today? When we were watching Qtake (monitoring system) together, we were staring at the screen in a daze, why are we also staring at the chicken legs now?"

Xiyan's ears turned red inexplicably, and he faltered: "I probably didn't sleep well..."

Ji Xiaoxiao walked over enthusiastically, handed Xiyan a bowl of porridge, and said, "Eat mine, Lin Heng went to buy it, it's too much."

Ever since Ji Xiaoxiao got sick and had a fever and his appetite for boxed lunches decreased, Lin Heng felt sorry for him and bought him delicious food in different ways every day. He especially wanted porridge, so Lin Heng swept all the porridge shops around.

Xiyan thanked Ji Xiaoxiao, and continued to be in a daze while holding the porridge.

"What's wrong with Xiao Xixi?" Ji Xiaoxiao poked Lin Heng.

Lin Heng answered four words: "The soul is out of control."

"Nonsense, I see it. I'm asking why."

The last time Lin Heng went to Xiyan's house to look for Ji Xiaoxiao and met Fu Zhichuan, he felt that something was wrong. Now he had a vague guess in his heart, but he never talked about other people's business, so he didn't tell Ji Xiaoxiao too much. What, all pretending not to know.

Yesterday Xiyan called Fu Zhichuan and asked him about the theme song. Fu Zhichuan said innocently, "What theme song? Did I promise?"

At first Xiyan really thought that Fu Zhichuan had forgotten, so he hurriedly explained for a long time, and finally noticed Fu Zhichuan's teasing tone, it turned out that he was just teasing himself.

"you are boring!"

Fu Zhichuan pretended to be wronged and said: "You have to forgive me, baby, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you promise to lie in bed tonight and video with me, and I'll send you the song, how about it?"

"Lie, lie on the bed?" Xiyan's face was steaming.

"That's not the point." Fu Zhichuan knew that Xiyan was thin-skinned, "The point is that I want to see you, don't you miss me..."

Xiyan tilted his head and thought for a while. What Fu Zhichuan said seemed to make sense. The two of them really seemed unreliable. They confessed to each other on the phone. Since the relationship was established, they hadn't even communicated face to face. Believe it or not, it doesn't look prudent at all.

Moreover, I miss him a little...by some coincidence, Xiyan agreed to make a video call with Fu Zhichuan tonight.

Then it caused him to be in a state of mind-wandering all day today, with all kinds of thoughts emerging in his mind: I haven't seen each other for so many days, I am a little excited; the last time we met, the two were not even good friends. Progress Is it too fast; what position should I lie on the bed; should I get a haircut and put on a mask, I am a little nervous; how many clothes should I wear, all wrapped up or nothing at all?No, no, no, absolutely can't wear nothing, it's too shameful...

What's more, the video is like this. I don't know if it will be more serious when I see a real person. Xiyan's heart says that it seems to be a little overworked.

That night, Xiyan turned on the computer apprehensively, and saw Fu Zhichuan resting his chin on the desktop with one hand, his gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he was full of smiles.

Before he could speak, Xiyan blushed a little, maybe it was because Xi Shi was in the eye of a beholder, and he always felt that this man was a little more handsome.

I thought I was going to be teased by Fu Zhichuan, but Fu Zhichuan just chatted with him about filming as usual, and finally sent the score over, which didn't make it difficult for him.

On the one hand, Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he felt faintly disappointed.

I don't know what I'm missing...

After the video was turned off, the gentleness in Fu Zhichuan's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by deep thought.

He doesn't mind taking the initiative, so he puts down the bait, but is the fish willing to take the initiative to bite the bait?

Xiyan didn't understand music, and didn't read it carefully, so he directly gave the score to the production team and asked them to make a demo first to hear the effect.

Of course, it is impossible for the hard-to-find Mrs. Masefield to compose the music herself. It is in line with the overall tone of the film, and the sound director is very satisfied.

Xiyan was thinking about how much to pay Mrs. Masefield when the sound director patted him on the shoulder vigorously, almost knocking him off his chair.

"Director Xi, who wrote the song? It's just amazing!"

Xiyan's voice was as low as that of a mosquito: "... Mrs. Masefield."

"Oh, Mace—" the sound director smiled and nodded, but the smile froze suddenly in the next moment, "Can you say it again?"

Xiyan looked at him awkwardly.

The sound director's mouth slowly opened into a circle, and after the shock, his expression was serious: "Director Xi, I understand your desire to make a high-quality product, but you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. , not only the movie is ruined, we can’t get along in this circle anymore!”

Xi Yan didn't understand the meaning of sound guidance at first, and it took him a long time to realize that the guy with feelings thought he was lying, did he look like the kind of person who would do anything for fame and fortune?Bad review!

"Don't worry, I won't joke about such a serious question."

The sound effect director opened his mouth wide again, looking at Xiyan's leaving back, his eyes were full of reverence.

Mother, father, in his lifetime, he can actually see the music composed exclusively by Mrs. Masefield. This is obviously just a dream when he was determined to learn music when he was a child, and it can really come true!Are you going to buy a lottery ticket...

After thinking about it, he was a little curious again. What is the background of Director Xi? It is impossible for him to be the illegitimate child of the Masefield family.

After the news that "the creator of the theme song is Mrs. Masefield" spread among the production team, everyone began to have their brains open. Director He Zichang was completely out of the situation. He didn't understand what stimulated this group of people and why they gathered at every turn. Whisper together.

Milan, Italy, the headquarters of Covancil's global haute couture studio.

Milan is in the rainy season, the sky is gray, and the light rain hits the windows, leaving long and thin traces as dense as a cow's hair.

Shirley rubbed her messy hair, pulled her slippers and walked out of the elevator. The clothes on her body were all wrinkled. At first glance, she thought this was her home, and she just got up from the bed.

"Miss Shirley!"

"Hello, Miss Shirley."

The staff on the first floor greeted Shirley one after another, while some outsiders were surprised that the designer of the important fashion brand Covanch was so slovenly.

"Good morning, Sister Shirley..."

She waved her hands nonchalantly, grabbed a person casually, and asked, "Why haven't those apprentices come yet?"

The man looked at his watch and said, "It's still early, Miss Shirley! Are you busy?"

Shirley wiped her face: "The boss said that there is work for me to do later, and told me to do other work quickly."

"Boss." Hearing that Fu Zhichuan had something to order, the man became serious, "Maybe there is a traffic jam on the road, why don't I call and ask for you?"

Seeing Shirley nodding, the man took out his mobile phone and looked up the number. Suddenly, a horn sounded from outside the door—the bus carrying the apprentices had arrived.

Wendyton stepped down from the car, took out a delicate small speaker and shouted to the apprentices coming out of the rear door: "Attention, all stand in order. During the visit, there must be no loud noises or influence Work as a designer, don’t go where you are not allowed to go, don’t move things that are not allowed to move, otherwise don’t blame us for adding you to Covanch’s blacklist.”

At first glance, just adding it to the blacklist does not seem to have any deterrent effect, but it is not the case. Covanch is definitely the top three nail households in the world fashion brand rankings. It has even been ranked first for many years. Only the top three Jin Menghao and Glass can compete, and the headquarters of Jin Menghao and Glass are in New York and the other is in Paris.It can be said that if Covanch denies a designer, he will be labeled as a "defective product" in Milan from then on.

After being yelled at by Wenditon, the excited and chattering apprentices quieted down.

"You are too slow, hurry up with me, the boss has something to do later, I can't stay with them for that long." Shirley said while pressing the elevator, and Wendyton hurriedly asked the apprentices to follow.

Cheng Ziling is from China. She tightly held her design draft bound into a volume, stood in the elevator with her head lowered and her teeth clenched, barely able to suppress the uncontrollable heartbeat.

Finally entered the land of dreams!

In order to come to Milan for further studies, she has put in too much effort, and in order to win the apprenticeship of Covanxi, her mentor has also put in too much effort. She has always believed that she is good enough, and she will definitely find her own world. She also specially prepared her own design draft, hoping to have a chance to show it to the designer here. She doesn't need to get too many compliments, as long as the other party nods, she can faint with joy.

However, when she got in the car, she realized that those apprentices selected from all over the world were so outstanding, and she was not the most outstanding one.

It is a pity that one mountain is still higher, but it can also be an inspiration.

Cheng Ziling secretly encouraged herself, and before they knew it, they had reached the top level.

"Start to visit from the top, and go down layer by layer, so that you can leave directly when you reach the bottom." Shirley said bluntly.

"Why did you leave directly?" Someone asked, "Didn't you say that you want to stay here to study for a while, and then test our professional level before deciding to stay?"

Shirley glanced at him, then at the others, and said with a sneer, "Professional level? Looking at all of you arrogant looks, I really think you are already amazing. I entertain a group of apprentices every year. I have to say something like this, every year some people don’t listen to my words, and to tell you the truth, Kovanch will never leave anyone with eyes above the top.”

Some apprentices, including Cheng Ziling, began to think about Xue Li's words, but a few of them who had a particularly hot temper choked back: "Then why did Kou Fanxi recruit someone like you who doesn't pay attention to your own image?"

"Are you trying to say that quality wins over text and makes wild, while writing wins over quality and makes history?"

The man choked and didn't understand.Cheng Ziling was very surprised. Not only could Shirley speak Chinese, but she had also read "The Analects of Confucius"?After thinking about it, she understood again, maybe it was because Fu Zhichuan and the Masefield family had a deep connection with Huaxia.

"Tsk," Shirley flicked her hair irritably, and muttered, "It's good to be busy enough to maintain quality, how can I have time to take care of myself... No, I'm going to ask the boss to extend the Christmas holiday..."

Wenditon followed her, feeling helpless.

Some people were not convinced by Shirley's contemptuous attitude, but Shirley walked forward on her own, so they could only shut up and follow.

It is said that people who engage in art are a little eccentric, it is simply a truth.

"Shirley, bring the apprentice up again."

"Shirley, have you completed the new order that day?"

"Shirley, how can I change this waistline? Why is it wrong? Come and take a look!"

"I'm busy..." Sometimes Shirley can't wait to practice the avatar technique.

The apprentices looked at the independent office rooms around them curiously. The glass partitions allowed them to see the unfinished design drawings on the computer screen. The designer of Koufanxi is still a thousand miles away.

"Ah, God Fu!"

I don't know which fan girl yelled, and everyone turned their eyes to the end of the corridor. Although the curtains were drawn, the man who was working inside could be seen through the gap left by the curtains on both sides.

That person had a natural aura when he was working, he had been teased by Gu Cexuan many times, he was rigorous and confident.

The apprentices were all attracted and stayed where they were, and the other designers and craftsmen all looked at them understandingly.Alas, it's like this every year, as long as Fu Zhichuan is seen, this group of people can't move.

Cheng Ziling was overjoyed, she turned around and rubbed her head secretly, wanting to take a photo to make a group of sisters envious and jealous, but she suddenly noticed a person behind the apprentice team with a strange expression, and he kept observing everyone's reactions , when he found that no one noticed him there, he slipped out quietly, not in the direction of the toilet.

People who engage in literature and art are most afraid of two things. One is that they have academic strength but cannot produce economic benefits, which makes their living conditions poor, and the other is that their achievements are stolen by others.Therefore, when visiting this kind of place, you should pay attention to the fact that the melon fields do not contain shoes, and the plums do not have a full crown.

Cheng Ziling felt that the man's behavior of sneaking away was a bit inappropriate. She stepped forward to tell Xue Li, but Xue Li raised her index finger at her, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Cheng Ziling seems to understand but not understand.

After the apprentices went down from the top floor, Little Hambos walked into Fu Zhichuan's office, leaned over and said, "Someone has done something."

Fu Zhichuan carefully revised the details of the design drawing, and said lightly: "Collect evidence, keep watching."

"clear."

When the last revision was completed, the image of Xi Yan wearing this dress appeared in Fu Zhichuan's mind.

Well, he will like it...