Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 4 Is That You? Baoqiang

Qin Chuan didn't tell the story of the Nuo tools, and made up an excuse: "Just think about it with your eyes closed, and you will understand it after thinking about it more."

"Is it possible?" Huang Bo was a little unconvinced.

You can be so deeply involved in the story just by closing your eyes and thinking about it. What's the difference between this and those people who write divine songs saying that they can create their works just by humming casually.

But apart from this, there seems to be nothing that can explain Qin Chuan's enlightenment.

Qin Chuan was a little impatient and said: "Brother, I feel very strong now, how about I perform today's play for you?"

Huang Bo nodded: "Try it."

In the yard, sitting on the same chair, Qin Chuan stared at the moon without saying a word. He was extremely hesitant, tears silently falling, and he felt indescribably sad and helpless.

By using the Nuo instruments to act out the script in his dream, he now understands the feeling of a broken heart.

Huang Bo said that an actor's talent is the ability to understand. He experienced the character's life through Nuo props and was 100% directly involved in the character's life.

No one understands the character better than him.

"Oh my god." Huang Bo still couldn't believe it. This Qin Chuan guy was too weird.

"Brother-in-law, how are you?"

"Not bad, the emotions are there, but it would be better if there were more body movements and lines."

……

The plug-in arrived and Huang Bo also affirmed it. Qin Chuan was a little excited that night. After Huang Bo lay down, he picked up paper and pen and began to write a biography.

This time, he set his sights on the wallpaper on the walls of the room, which featured pictures of beautiful and popular Hong Kong and Taiwan stars.

Get a few beautiful female stars to serve him and enjoy corruption... No, everything is for art.

Qin Chuan: Born on August 15, 1970
Height: 180
What: 180
……

"Hey, wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Are you going to stop letting people sleep?"

In the dream, Qin Chuan was still enjoying the gentle service of the first concubine, the second concubine... and the eighteenth concubine who all had celebrity faces.

Because his mask was forcibly removed by Huang Bo, who was in the lower bunk, the performance was interrupted and he was forced to start filming.

He opened his eyes in dissatisfaction while lying on the bed and said, "What's wrong again?"

Huang Bo, who was wearing a vest and shorts, was trembling with anger: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You almost chiseled a hole through my bed."

In the middle of the night, he felt his bed shaking in a daze and almost thought it was an earthquake.

When I woke up, I found that it was Qin Chuan on the upper bunk who was causing trouble. He was moving violently on the bed, making the bed creaking and making it impossible to sleep.

After expressing his admiration for the young man's fierce firepower, he still woke Qin Chuan up.

"hiss!"

Qin Chuan clamped his legs together before he realized that his head was hurting so much that it felt like it was broken.

It’s strange to say, in his memories of both lives, he was not a good writer, but when he wrote about Liu Huangshu before going to bed, his inspiration flowed like a stream and he wrote as if inspired by God.

I have written about 10,000 or 20,000 words without realizing it, and I still feel unsatisfied.

If you give him some time, he can write millions of words and turn himself into a bulldozer, pushing Hong Kong entertainment and then domestic entertainment, Japan, South Korea, Europe and the United States.

"Brother-in-law, what time is it?"

"Four o'clock." Huang Bo picked up the pager next to the pillow and said.

"I still have to do some squatting work today, so I'll get up." Qin Chuan sighed and got up.

He did not forget Huang Bo's advice yesterday that the sooner he joined the extras, the better.

As soon as he stood up, Qin Chuan noticed that his little brother was still erect, and his pants were bulged into a triangular pillar.

"Cough cough." Huang Bo coughed dryly out of jealousy, then lay back down and continued to sleep.

After he lay down, Qin Chuan jumped out of bed.

When he was changing his underwear, Huang Bo suddenly said, "Zhu Zi, why don't you get a girlfriend? You are not a child anymore."

As he said this, he turned over and pressed his back and buttocks against the wall.

Be careful.

From now on, sleep with pants on and don’t untie your belt if you can.

Young people have a bad temper, and they might vent their anger on him at any time. Qin Chuan, who was putting on his pants with his hips sticking out, said with a dark face: "Brother-in-law, can you change your name for me?"

Zhuzi, this is his nickname in his hometown.

"Your name is just Zhuzi, what's wrong with that? How about I call you Drill?" Huang Bo laughed as he spoke.

"Brother-in-law, I'll sleep with you tomorrow. The top bunk is uncomfortable."

Under the dim light, Qin Chuan's teeth were white and his eyes were glowing green.

Huang Bo shuddered. With Qin Chuan's firepower, the bed board was almost pierced. If he slept with him, how could that be possible?
"Then I'll call you Xiaochuan, and you don't have to call me brother-in-law all the time. Call me brother."

"can."

After the two reached a simple agreement, Qin Chuan took the opportunity to wash his changed underwear.

Sighing while washing.

"You should not be willful in the future. It is too harmful to your health."

"Twenty-eight days a month at most."

"Give Ji'er the remaining two days off."

"Hey, whose card will we turn over tomorrow?"

……

It was half past four when Qin Chuan went out. Before leaving, Huang Bo gave him his watch to check the time.

He went out alone today, just like yesterday, he left the alley, ate breakfast at the street corner and waited for the bus.

I took the bus to Beijing Film Studio before dawn.

My luck was not very good. I waited all morning but no crew came to recruit people. At noon, the extras started to leave one after another.

It really proves what Huang Bo said, extras don’t have work every day.

Qin Chuan was mentally prepared for this and was not discouraged. He found a fly-in-the-wall restaurant to eat for a couple of meals and then took the bus to the film and television base to see if there were any job opportunities.

There are many crews at the film and television base, but not many are recruiting.

They are all booked the day before, or have already been filled.

Qin Chuan chose a place with a good view and watched others perform. The performer was a big star, Zhang Guoli.

Even though he doesn't know how to act and is an amateur, Qin Chuan can see that the veteran actor is worthy of being a veteran actor and his acting skills are indeed good.

He was very stylish when sitting, standing and walking, and his lines were spoken in a loud and clear voice, which could be heard clearly from a long distance away.

No, Zhang Guoli is not old yet. He is in his forties and still very popular.

The current audience group is mainly those born in the 1960s and 1970s, and they like masculine middle-aged actors.

A few years ago, "pretty boy" was still an insult.

After watching for an afternoon, Qin Chuan benefited a lot. He planned to spend some time learning Mandarin in his dream after returning home at night. If there is a chance, he will also learn some foreign languages.

Before leaving the film and television city, he saw Wang Baoqiang, who was pushed yesterday, squatting on the side of the road playing with his mobile phone.

He was not tall, about 1.6 meters, with a short flat head and a very immature look. He was wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket that he had picked up from somewhere, and looked like a minor.

Unlike Huang Bo, Qin Chuan has no relatives or friends with Wang Baoqiang, so it is difficult for him to curry favor with him.

But it’s always right to have more friends and more paths.

So he prepared to step forward and say hello.

"Hey kid, lend me your phone so I can make a call. I'll return it to you after the call."

Wang Baoqiang was still playing with his newly bought second-hand phone with his head down when three figures appeared in front of him.

Three lazy hooligans.

They all wore the same tight black jeans, a chain hanging from their belt buckles, an old leather jacket with rivets, and colorful hair covering one eye.

Many years later, their outfit was called the Funeral Love Family.

After just a glance at a few people, Wang Baoqiang stood up and put his phone in his pocket, saying cautiously: "No, go borrow it from someone else."

He left home at the age of six to learn martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and went out to explore the world at the age of fourteen. He has met all kinds of people.

Now he has turned his eyes to the half-broken stick at his feet.

"You don't want to give me face, right? I said I'd give it back to you after I called you." He said he was borrowing, but the gangster took it by force.

(End of this chapter)