Global Film Emperor

Chapter 39 filming completed, intermission.

The deeper they crawled, the deeper the fear became. They were speechless. The only sounds in the metal barrel were the clanging of guns and props against the metal, the rubbing of clothes against the metal as they crawled, and their increasingly heavy breathing.

Cold sweat had soaked his back, and his physical strength was dropping rapidly. Fortunately, there was a bright light in front of him, and Lu Ze could clearly see a small camera hanging above the barrel in the light. Obviously, this was the director giving them a little breathing space.

Just then, Lu Ze felt a hand touching his butt. He immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed, "Hey, you from Northeast China, what are you doing?!"

Mi Long, standing behind Lu Ze, said defiantly, "You wait until we get out, then we'll settle all our old scores and new ones together!"

As they continued crawling forward, Lu Ze noticed that Zheng Yi's physical strength seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. He was panting heavily and lay down in the iron barrel, refusing to move.

Lu Ze was startled. Could it be that he had fainted from fright? If he fainted inside, all the people behind him would be trapped inside. He couldn't say anything to warn him, so he could only tug hard on Zheng Yi's trouser leg a couple of times.

Zheng Yi didn't move, but he kicked twice, which confirmed that he hadn't passed out, so Lu Ze continued to push him as planned.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

"Damn it! Little Grandpa needs to catch his breath, I can't breathe. If you're going to go, you're the one who goes first."

The bucket was a bit small. In the original script, Meng Fanle, who was Zheng Yi, was supposed to turn around and give the first position to Zhang Lixian. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn around. Lu Ze had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, pushing him aside and then squeezing through the small gap in front of Meng Fanle.

"You son of a bitch, you really are a deserter."

"I'm a deserter! So what if I am?!"

A hand suddenly shoved Lu Ze from behind, causing him to lose his balance and fall face-first into the mud at the bottom of the bucket, his mouth full of dirt.

"You son of a bitch! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Your uncle's!"

It was definitely not going to be a real fight. Lu Ze made a palm out with one hand, slapped Zheng Yi on the back with a muffled thud, but it didn't actually hurt much.

Zheng Yi used the same method, and the two started fighting each other, screaming like pigs being slaughtered, the sounds echoing inside the iron barrel, making Lu Ze's eardrums hurt.

"Cut! Don't move! Stay inside! Rest here for a while! We'll shoot the next scene in quick succession! We'll rest in the morning after filming, and don't wipe your sweat! Leave it on!"

The director shouted at the mouth of the bucket, and everyone instantly collapsed into the bucket. This distance was definitely not two li (about 1.5 kilometers), but only about two hundred meters. Even so, everyone was exhausted. In just over ten minutes, everyone was completely worn out.

"Brother Zheng, are you alright? You look genuinely scared."

Lu Ze had chatted with the lead actors a few days ago on set. Now that this scene was over, Lu Ze relaxed and nudged Zheng Yi behind him.

"I'm fine, I just strained my arm. Damn, I'm exhausted. I'm not scared, but I'm really out of energy. I'm so tired."

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, and in the end he could only admire him. He had been fooled. He could only say that Zheng Yi's acting skills were superb. He had to admit that these people were all talented. Their acting was too realistic.

"Director! When can we get out of here? Hurry up and film! It's all dirt here, it's uncomfortable to lie down in. Hurry up!"

Song Guiyuan, the actor who plays Mi Long, lay on the ground, then grimaced as he got up, rubbed his back, and shouted.

"If you don't mind being tired, then start! Do you all agree? No rest?"

"No more breaks! Let's just finish filming already!"

"Alright, clap the clapper!" Lu Ze had no lines in this scene, he only made a gesture. The rest of the time was Zheng Yi and Chen Zhijun's dialogue, with some lines from Yu Xiaoqing interspersed in between. In this way, all three scenes were completed in one take.

"Whirring whirring."

After just one round, Lu Ze was covered in sweat and dirt, as if he had just taken a bath. He sat down and breathed heavily.

I'm so tired. This drama is really exhausting. Just the scene of climbing the iron barrel left Lu Ze completely exhausted. He was panting with his tongue hanging out and was as dirty as a rat that had come to life.

"Water's here! Water's here! What would you like to drink? Brother Zheng, how about a Red Bull? Brother Song, what about you? Ah Ze, do you want some?"

"Hey Song, take a look at my back, is it chafed?"

Song Guiyuan and Lu Ze were from the same hometown, though not from the same city, but from the same province. They usually chatted the most. Lu Ze didn't stand on ceremony and took off his clothes, turning his back to Song Guiyuan so he could see them.

"Ah, it's bruised, but it's just a scrape, no blood. It's nothing. Look at my knee, it's a cut from that metal bucket. It really hurt like hell."

Lu Ze took a look and, sure enough, Song Guiyuan had a thin, long cut on his knee, from which blood was slowly flowing. Although the wound wasn't deep, it was still a cut from sheet metal and needed to be disinfected.

Basically, no one had a good spot on their body. Lu Ze had scrapes and cuts on his back, elbows, and cheeks.

The doctor who came with the film crew found that Lu Ze's problem wasn't serious. He took two cotton swabs from the first-aid kit, dipped them in iodine, and rubbed them on his wound. He then grimaced at the corner of his mouth, which had been stung.

That was pretty fun!
The most serious injury was to an extra; he had a deep cut on his forearm that required six stitches. The production crew gave him 1,000 yuan to go home and recover.

This angered Guo Mingde, who started yelling at the props team.

"Didn't we say the inspection was finished? Huh! Why didn't you check the gaps between the metal buckets properly? What are you doing with your eyes? Did the person who was supposed to climb actually climb them? You'll lose 1,000 yuan from your salary this month, and the team leader will lose 2,000 yuan! If anyone gets hurt by a prop again, you're all fired! I don't need more people! There are other teams! Everyone, be careful! Be careful! Be even more careful! If there's another mistake, every single one of you will be fired!"

Lu Ze took out cigarettes from his bag and offered them to everyone. They were all proper actors, all heavy smokers. They didn't mind Lu Ze's cigarettes and lit them up while watching Guo Mingde berate the staff.

"I have some cookies here, want some?"

Zeng Fandong, the actor who plays Doubing, came over and waved a box of cookies at Lu Ze.

Lu Ze was indeed exhausted from the morning's meal. The little bit he ate in the morning had been completely digested, and he was a bit hungry. He reached out and took out two pieces to eat, but they were a bit dry.

"Where did these come from? Where did you get these cookies? They're all crumbled like this."

Shh! There are some in the props section. I was hungry too, so I grabbed a box. Don't make a sound. Take a couple more pieces. Let's go.

"Pfft! You stole it?"

Lu Ze spat out a mouthful of biscuit crumbs. These old-fashioned biscuits crumbled a lot when you bit into them. He shrank his neck, quickly drank some Red Bull, and stared at Zeng Fandong with wide eyes.

"Shh! I told you to keep your voice down! Don't talk, I still need to share with Brother Song and the others. Sneaking around is bad! Don't let the props team see you."

Lu Ze glanced at the props team, whose heads were practically hanging up from the scolding, then at the main actors. He crouched down and slipped into the anti-artillery hole in the trench, slowly eating his biscuits. Despite their unappealing appearance, they were really sweet and satisfying. One by one, the actors jumped into the hole, forming a small group and quietly laughing happily.

The props team leader, who had been inspecting the props used all afternoon, had just entered the warehouse when he came out a while later, his face flushed.

"Where are the cookies? Who the hell took the cookies?!"

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