Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 10

On the opening day, the people sent by the investor and the crew came very early. They heard that the senior man had a very strange temper, and sometimes things he promised would not come in a blink of an eye, so they made a few extra phone calls.

The investor sat and waited for a long time, with impatience written in his eyes, the assistant director had no choice but to bite the bullet and go outside to make another call.

Seeing him come back, the investor asked, "How do you say, where is the expert?"

"It's on the way." The assistant director laughed dryly.

Of course, this expert did not only say this sentence, but also said "urging, urging, urging", "I will take a rocket to go to work during the rush hour", and "urging you to do it yourself", etc., with an arrogant tone It's bad, but he can't give a bad review in this line of business. What if someone gets angry and drives dirty things on him?So he can only obediently respond after listening to it, please take your time.

The expert didn't come, but the actors arrived one after another.

Surprisingly, Mu Chenxi also arrived early.

"Chenxi, so early?" the assistant director greeted.

"En." When Mu Chenxi saw the investor, he nodded in a friendly way to greet the investor, and then made no other moves, without the slightest hint of flattery.He sat down in his seat and never spoke again.

His complexion is much better than before, and I don't know if it is powdered, but he is not as haggard as before.

It's okay, otherwise the investor would be worried after seeing it, the assistant director thought to himself.

"Who is that?" The investor looked at the person who had just entered through the door and asked.

The assistant director looked at it: "Jing Luo, who plays the role of the Ninth Prince."

"I know that," said the investor, "I said the one next to him."

Assistant director: "Oh, he is Jing Luo's assistant, his name seems to be... Song Yi."

The investor was taken aback: "Assistant?"

"Yeah, he's handsome. I heard he's Jing Luo's distant cousin." Seeing that the investor was distracted, the assistant director heaved a sigh of relief.

As soon as the assistant director finished speaking, the investor stood up and walked towards the door.

The investor stood still in front of Jing Luo, and when he smiled, the crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes: "Are you an artist brought by Qiu Lin?"

The assistant director who followed said in a volume that the four of them could just hear: "Jing Luo, this is Mr. Ma, the representative sent by the crew's investor."

Just as Jing Luo took off his mask, his mouth habitually raised: "Mr. Ma."

"Well," Mr. Ma turned his eyes, looked at Song Yi, and asked knowingly, "Are you also the newcomer that Qiu Lin just signed?"

"No," Song Yi didn't look at him, it was snowing outside, and there were some snow flakes on Jing Luo's head, especially conspicuous on his black hair.

Song Yi took off his gloves, and lightly swept Jing Luo's head twice with his slender fingers, then turned around and said calmly, "I'm an assistant."

"Really, I think your qualifications are quite good," Mr. Ma said, pretending to hesitate for a while, and then slowly took out a business card from his pocket, "Well, our company happened to have a star-making project recently, even During the training period, the money you can get every month is higher than that of an assistant, if you have an idea, you can come to the interview."

The assistant director slandered at the side, saying that if Song Yi was willing to go, the interview process would definitely go without leaving.

There is no way, in the entertainment industry, face is king, otherwise with Jing Luo's acting skills, the crew would really not be able to use him, if Jing Luo had not already signed with the company, President Ma would definitely send out two business cards.

Song Yi opened his mouth to refuse, but Jing Luo beside him spoke first. He took Mr. Ma's business card with both hands, and forced it into Song Yi's hands calmly: "Then I will thank Mr. Ma for his kindness."

Two cold hands touched one piece.

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, curled up his hands obediently, barely brushing Jing Luo's twitched fingertips.

"Well, go get busy." Boss Ma, who has seen the world, didn't appear too eager, and waved his hands.

Jing Luo seemed to be casual, and asked: "Is that expert still here?"

"It's coming!" A scene reporter came in from outside, "Assistant director, the license plate number you mentioned is here!"

"It's better to come early than to come early. As soon as you come, the expert also came." The assistant director hurriedly got up, and before leaving, he didn't forget to pat Jing Luo on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you have a car accident a while ago, just to get rid of bad luck .”

Jing Luo twitched the corners of his mouth and frowned slightly: "I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my stomach, assistant director, I'll go to the toilet first."

This lame acting skill can be seen through at a glance, but fortunately the assistant director has no time to take care of him, so he left directly to pick up the expert.

Jing Luo bumped his elbow into the person beside him, motioning for the person to follow him.

In the toilet, Song Yi looked at the disturbed person in front of him, and said with a broken smile, "I didn't say that, I won't be found out."

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand," Jing Luo said, "What if a knowledgeable person comes?"

Song Yi: "That can't beat me."

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"You...you are finally here." The assistant director's address changed when he saw the person getting out of the car.

In people's minds, masters who have attained the Tao are basically fifty years old, and senior practitioners have rich qualifications. Otherwise, how can they afford the title of "expert"?

But the woman who got out of the car didn't even look like she was 30 years old.

The woman chewed the gum in her mouth, brushed her curly hair, and emphasized: "It's not that I'm late, it's that you are early, and I'm not late."

The assistant director looked at his watch, there was really none, and it was only one minute before the appointed time.

He laughed dryly: "Then look, when shall we start?"

The director of the film crew didn't believe this, and he didn't pay much attention to the matter of inviting Taoists this time, and the investor was putting on airs again, so he could only pull his face to greet people.

"Start now, I'm in a hurry." The woman opened the door of the passenger seat and took out a white box the size of a first aid kit. "Where is the stage where you held the opening ceremony?"

After walking a few steps, the assistant director pointed to the location: "Here."

The woman stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked over, then squatted down, took out a small watering can from the white box, and sprayed the place pointed by the assistant director a few times.

A few minutes later, an unpleasant smell hit the nostrils, and the people around couldn't help frowning and covering their noses.

The woman was not affected at all, she sneered, took out another spell from the box, and swished it to the water spot, the spell suddenly seemed to be steaming water, fluttering for a while without stopping.

Tired of waiting, the woman stood up and took off her high heels.

She sat on the shoe in her hand, and the heel smashed hard on the charm!

There was a crashing sound, and within half a minute, the spell fell silent, lying on the ground properly, and the stench gradually dissipated.

The unbelieving director frowned tightly, went through all the existing knowledge in his mind, and wondered what the reason was.

The woman stood up calmly, put on her shoes, and went to the washroom next to her to wash her hands.

"This charm is attached, don't touch it."

"Okay," the assistant director asked, "If you accidentally step on something..."

"How old are you all, won't you avoid going?" The woman was about to close the box after washing her hands, when she found that the pebbles at the bottom were emitting a faint red light and still trembling slightly, she raised her eyebrows , took out a stone and held it in the palm of his hand, "Since everyone is here, can I take a stroll?"

"Okay, of course," said the assistant director, "we're about to start shooting, as long as you don't make a sound."

The woman nodded, and without waiting for him to say more, she threw the white box into the car and walked into the set with her hands in her pockets.

The further east you go, the faster the rocks in your pocket vibrate.

in the toilet.

Jing Luo heard the noise in the studio, and thought it should be over.

The toilets of the production crew are built-in, and the requirements for cleaning are very high. A cleaning lady was specially hired to come, so the toilets are not smelly, and there is a faint fragrance.But no matter what, it's a toilet, Jing Luo thought for a while and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

Song Yi closed the book: "I'll go."

Just after finishing speaking, there was a burst of high-heeled shoes outside.

The set was busy, and it was a costume drama, so no one would wear high heels.

Jing Luo's heart tightened, and he subconsciously grabbed Song Yi's arm and pulled him into a toilet cubicle.

Song Yi didn't resist, and let him grab it. After entering the cubicle, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Afraid of being overheard by people outside, Jing Luo didn't speak, with a complicated expression on his face.

The sound of the heels getting closer.

Finally, the sound echoed a bit—the owner of the high-heeled shoes walked into the men's room.

Now Jing Luo didn't have any luck.

It is really very unlucky for a ghost to meet a rare Taoist master before he has been a few days.

The door to the men's room slammed shut with a click.

Song Yi understood, he put the book in Jing Luo's hand with a normal expression, then raised his hand, and directly opened the door of the compartment.

"Wait……"

Before he finished speaking, Jing Luo shut up.

The door of the cubicle was opened, and the woman standing outside had burgundy curly hair and put her hands in her pockets, her winking eyes were full of teasing: "You two have a good relationship, I thought only girls need to hold hands when going to the bathroom Woolen cloth."

It was the sorceress Wu Qi whom she had just met not long ago.

Jing Luo: "...are you the expert they talk about?"

"Why, don't I look like that?" Wu Qi raised her red lips and looked at Song Yi next to her, "Go out and say, I don't have a habit of chatting in the men's room."

After getting out of the toilet, Song Yi asked, "Did you borrow your life?"

Wu Qi: "It's a low-level Gu, but it's very complete."

Now that the Gu has been solved, Jing Luo is not interested in listening too much, he probed to see what was going on in the studio, and said, "I'll go in first, you guys talk slowly."

"Hey, wait a minute," Wu Qi smiled and took Jing Luo's hand, "Take me to your dressing room?"

As she spoke, she leaned towards Jing Luo, then turned her face to the side, and gave the man behind her a provocative look.

"...OK." Jing Luo tugged at his arm, just about to break free.

There was a soft sound, like the sound of something breaking.

Jing Luo could hear it clearly, and was about to open his mouth to ask, when Wu Qi who was beside him suddenly withdrew his hand in a panic, and reached into his coat pocket in disbelief——

Then grabbed a pile of powder.

The author has something to say:

Song Xiaoyi: Remember, the strong don't need to hold grudges.