Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 73 I think of happy things
Originally, he had planned to watch how others performed and learn something.

The result is that the eyes can see it, but the brain says it doesn't understand it.

How do you learn this? When someone performs, you can see obvious traces of technique, and you can tell what technique they used, and you can absorb some of it.

But when these three perform, what can I say? You can't see any trace of technique at all.

It's so natural, as if what is revealed is their true appearance, as if they are such people in real life.

And when these three people were performing, there was an aura about them, and there was a real tension.

"call--"

Xia Yuan rubbed his temples with a severe headache and felt his head was swelling.

Ge Fu had already come over to him with water in his hand, and asked cheerfully, "Director Xia, how are the preparations going?"

"Not very good." Xia Yuan shook his head.

Is there any need to ask this?

They say that everything is afraid of a comparison. With his current situation, he is already stuck, in a state where he can neither go up nor down.

Now with the former’s example in mind, he became even more panicked, and the feeling of insecurity became even stronger.

How can he be confident? He can't be confident.

But no matter what Xia Yuan does, he still has to go when it's his turn, he can't escape it at all.

Soon, the shots for the second scene were ready.

An old-fashioned train locomotive and a carriage were parked on the tracks in the distance, emitting steam.

This thing is actually an exhibit borrowed from a railway museum by the company with great effort.

This thing is something that people treasure very much when they borrow it from museums. Besides, it is so old that it would be a daydream to start it up.

Why is there steam coming out? That’s because a prop master was hiding inside and pointed a dry ice smoke machine at the chimney to create the smoke.

Then there were a dozen white horses and some red horses, ready to go.

The white horse, of course, is used to pull the cart, and at this moment it is being tied to the locomotive. The red horse has also been led over, and the actors are basically ready.

Chu Zhongtian was among them, folding his arms playfully, looking at Xia Yuan: "Little guy, now it's your turn to panic, you've got this day too."

Chu Zhongtian was so happy! Xia Yuan had always been the one who scolded them on the set, but now the situation was reversed.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Xia Yuan glared at the boy.

To be honest, he was forced into this situation and Chu Zhongtian was the real culprit. It was because of this kid's words that Pandora's box was opened.

Damn, this guy really deserves to die.

Xia Yuan never holds grudges. He is an honest man. He is usually shy and introverted and doesn't like to talk. Generally speaking, he forgets grudges with a smile.

But he remembered this one thing!
It seems that he gave this kid a very good role.

Chu Zhongtian had no idea that Xia Yuan had been plotting against him behind his back, and he was still looking at the embarrassed Xia Yuan with a smile on his face.

Soon, everything was ready and we started connecting the shots.

The second shot is actually the same shot as the first, but they must be shot separately.

Then it will be combined together through editing in the later stage, that is, a series of horse bandits led by Zhang Mazi targeted the county magistrate's motorcade and tried to rob it.

It was during this scene that Zhang Mazi uttered the classic line, "Let the bullets fly for a while," which kicked off the entire film.

For this sequence, Xia Yuan wrote the script and determined the process, while the assistant director directed the filming and followed the process established by Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan stood on a slightly higher mountain peak, along with a group of actors, wearing masks on their heads, and he was dressed as Zhang Mazi.

He also made some preparations for this role, the first of which was his appearance. He changed his body shape and even messed up the condition of his skin, making him look much older.

He is indeed a completely different person from before, and has the feeling of Zhang Mazi.

But there was still no such feeling in his eyes. It was hard to describe what it was, but Xia Yuan couldn't find it for the time being.

But the shooting had already begun, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go ahead.

Let’s see how it works first.

First of all, this shot starts with Liuzi listening to the railroad tracks.

Chu Zhongtian was already standing in front of the camera, ready.

Everything is ready, let’s start shooting!
The announcement begins and the stage manager comes on stage.

"Let the Bullets Fly, first scene, first quarter, second shot, first take, three, two, one, Action!" Bang—

As the camera moved, it filmed a scene in front of the railway tracks. In the lens, Chu Zhongtian lay down and put his head on the railway tracks. He listened for a while, scratched his ears, and continued listening.

"Okay, props team, drive!" The assistant director flipped through Xia Yuan's manual and picked up the walkie-talkie to issue instructions at the right time.

The props team flattered the horse and gave instructions, and the horse then pulled the train with dry ice smoke forward.

That’s right, the train couldn’t start, and it was indeed pulled by horses.

Fortunately, the horses have also undergone professional training, and those used specifically for shooting will also move according to the trajectory.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit slow, we can do it in post-production. Now we just want this picture and the effect of the moving train.

The sound of the whistle also began to sound through the sound props.

Chu Zhongtian turned his head and looked at the camera, then left the track as quickly as possible and ran to another station, which was next to Xia Yuan.

In an instant, most cameras began to shoot the train moving forward and the white horse pulling the train.

Xia Yuan was helpless at the moment, but he could only draw his gun on the horse.

As many as three photographers were holding cameras and filming him over and over again, taking shots. There was also a fixed close-up camera facing him in the distance.

There were four camera positions in total, and Xia Yuan was roasted over the fire.

He only pulled the trigger after the train passed the designated location.

Press once and pull the latch.

Bang!
Kaka!

Bang!
Kaka!

After firing seven shots in succession, Xia Yuan immediately clasped his hands together and raised his head slightly.

At this moment, Xia Yuan's expression and eyes were transmitted to the director's monitor through the machine.

The crowd watching the scene from a distance couldn't hold it anymore and their expressions started to become inexplicable.

But there was no shout.

The actor next to him turned around and said the line at the right time: "Missed."

Xia Yuan said: "Let the bullets fly for a while!"

Just after he said this classic line.

"Pfft."

The actor next to him couldn't help laughing.

Laughter is contagious.

In an instant, everyone laughed.

The assistant director could only yell, “Cut!”

Xia Yuan looked at everyone and saw that everyone was laughing. How could he not know that they were laughing at him?

I don't need to think to know that I didn't perform well just now.

His old face turned red, and he glared at the actor in frustration: "What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"

"I'm sorry, Director Xia, I just suddenly thought of something happy."

However, just when the set was filled with a cheerful atmosphere of mocking the director.

The villagers around Mount Ohara discovered something strange.

Suddenly, many police cars appeared in the surrounding villages, even some green cars.

The roads were full of people.

Especially the surrounding villagers who were watching the filming.

They suddenly found that a group of people had suddenly appeared around them.

Among these people, there was an old man who also watched along.

But around this old man, there were a lot of young people, all pretending nothing happened, as if they didn't know this old man, but they were not far away from him.

The villagers of Oharayama watched for a while, but didn't take it seriously. They just thought they were there to watch, so they continued watching and chatting.

(End of this chapter)