Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 59 I have an idea!
Others drank wine, while Zhou Le drank water.

However, Xu Zheng also stated his stance: "Play is allowed, drink is allowed, but no one is allowed to drink too much, and don't delay filming. No going out to play at night. Even if you like someone, you have to wait until filming is finished before contacting them privately. But no trouble is allowed, understand? If it affects the box office, even if I don't pursue it, someone from higher up will definitely come after you."

Zhou Le felt secretly happy.

I have to stay in shape now, luckily other people aren't having fun either.

Otherwise, how uncomfortable would you feel?
Now his mentality is that he is afraid that others will not have a good time because of him, but he is also worried that others will have a great time while he can only watch.

The next morning, Zhou Le was woken up by Su Yingxia.

It is said that the crew is preparing to move to another location.

Next we will go to Nanjing to shoot.

Zhou Le thought that he was finally about to officially start the fourth serious drama of his life.

There is no need to say much about the scenes in which Xu Zheng and his ex-wife explain their background and personalities.

Zhou Le’s official shopping mall is inside the Indian God Oil store.

But after entering the door, with just a few words, he vividly portrayed the cowardice and inferiority of the little man.

Zhou Le has no problem with this thanks to his acting skills.

Who isn't a nobody?
But after finishing this performance, Wen Mu also stood up and looked at Zhou Le.

Suddenly an idea came to me.

“I have an idea!”

Xu Zheng: "Tell me about it?"

Zhou Le also became interested: "What's the idea?"

Wen Mu also pointed at Zhou Le and said, "Why don't you two act out another scene? Le'er, how about you play the owner of the magic oil shop, and Brother Zheng, how about you play a customer? Make it more interesting so we can use it as a promotional video, or release it in the second month after the movie is released to boost the box office. If you're worried about affecting the mystery of the characters, you can release it after the movie is over. Anyway, you'll have to put it on those video platforms anyway, and the high popularity will help sell more copyrights."

Xu Zheng's eyes lit up.

Anyway, you have to sit down during the break, and you need to build up your emotions for the next scene, so it will take at least an hour before you can perform it.

"Your idea is great, Mr. Wen."

Zhou Le thought: "What about the script?"

Xu Zheng waved his hand: "Whatever script you want, just improvise!"

"Come on, come on!"

Afterwards, Zhou Le sat down in the store. Although a lot of his hair was shaved off in the front and specially styled into clumps, he still looked quite cool as he sat there with his legs crossed and his arms folded.

The face that originally looked sick now looked like someone who had indulged in excessive sexual activities.

"Haha, it really looks like it." Wen Mu was also laughing and slapping his thigh behind the monitor.

With a sound of action, Xu Zheng entered the painting.

But the pace is rapid.

After entering the door, he slammed the Indian God Oil that he had just put into his pocket from the store on the table!
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Selling fake oil, right? Do you believe I can report you?"

After saying this, Wen Mu was so happy that he couldn't straighten his back.

"Professional theater actors are just different. It's so abstract!"

But at this moment, Zhou Le in the camera let out a mocking laugh, and then looked into Xu Zheng's eyes.

"Have you ever thought that it's because you've overindulged yourself? Your hair is fake, right?"

Wen Mu laughed so hard that he almost knocked over the monitor.

"Hahaha, no, is Zhou Le also so abstract?"

Xu Zheng almost broke down when he heard this line.

After all, Zhou Le's eyes were really asking for a beating, and the lines were completely directed at himself.

But there's nothing we can do about it, since he was the one who started it.

"What the hell is it to you whether I'm bald or not? Give me my money back now! You're selling fake medicine and even taking money from disabled people. Do you have any conscience?"

Zhou Le sighed, then leaned back tactically in his chair.

Picking up the Indian God Oil, my eyes were all on the packaging.

"You said you used half a bottle and it didn't work?"

"Yes what's the matter."

Zhou Le shook his head: "I never sell fake medicine." After saying that, he just poured a drop into his hand.

Xu Zheng didn't react for a moment.

But he still took two steps back professionally and continued acting.

He looked at Zhou Le warily and asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to take action?"

Zhou Le raised his hands: "This is the effect of the Indian God Oil I sell."

At the same time, other people reacted.

Not only Wen Muye, but all the staff on the set burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

No one can bear it.

"Hahaha, I thought Brother Zheng's improvisation was awesome, but I didn't expect there's always someone better than the best. Le'er is so funny. Is this the kind of plot a human could come up with?"

Everyone laughed so hard their stomachs hurt.

Including Xu Zheng.

But the consequence of doing this was that in most of the scenes over the next few days, as long as there was a table in the scene being filmed, Xu Zheng couldn't help laughing.

Everyone has a high tolerance for Xu Zheng.

Or rather, there is absolutely no intention to blame anyone.

Who makes him the biggest in the crew?

So when Xu Zheng laughed, everyone else laughed too.

But Zhou Le never took this seriously. Xu Zheng could do this, but what if he laughed at every turn?
No matter which crew he is in, Zhou Le just treats it as a workplace.

Unless the leader laughs first.

However, while filming the drug selling scene, Han Han called.

"Le'er, didn't you say before that you wanted to buy a car and modify it? It just so happens that our team's mechanic has some free time recently. Would you consider getting one and driving it?"

"Okay, but I'm busy lately and I don't have time to look at cars."

"Don't worry, I've chosen one for you. It's a BMW M4, a sports car. It looks really cool after modification. I'll give you a new spoiler, new lights, and some sprucing up the interior. You pay for the car yourself, and the rest is a friendly price. I know you're broke. If you buy the high-end model, it'll be over million with the modifications. What do you think?"

When Zhou Le heard the price, he immediately backed out.

"Master Han, I'm going to make a full calculation now. I only have one million in my hand. It's hard to even buy a car. Otherwise, I'd better wait for a while."

Han Han sighed. "There's a competition coming up soon, and I'm afraid they won't have time. Otherwise, I'll lend you the money. You can pay as much as you want, and I won't charge you any interest. I'll even buy you a car when the time comes. It'll be much cheaper if you go through our channels."

After saying that, he sent a picture to Zhou Le.

Zhou Le saw the picture and fell in love with it instantly.

"is this okay?"

"What's wrong with that? It's only a few hundred thousand. Just give it to me when you have money. I won't charge you any interest. As long as you can star in my next movie, that's all I need."

Zhou Le looked at the picture again.

Finally, he gritted his teeth.

I guess Han Han wouldn't let himself down in such a matter.

"Then I'll find a 4S shop here to try it out tomorrow. If it works, I'll take this one."

"What 4S shop? I already have this car. You're in Nanjing now, right? I'll take the mechanic there tomorrow. It's close anyway."

"That's okay too."

So, the next day Zhou Le drove Han Han's M4.

Can't put it down.

It was decided on the spot.

Afterwards, I added the mechanic on WeChat to facilitate communication regarding the modification.

After I came back, I happened to meet Xu Zheng who came to discuss the script.

"Actually, the core of what we want to express is that the biggest disease in the world is actually poverty. How can ordinary people afford imported medicine that costs tens of thousands of yuan a bottle? So we still have to make money, not only for ourselves, but also for our families."

Zhou Le nodded in agreement, thinking about how he had gone from having a million to having nothing left overnight, and even owing hundreds of thousands: "You're absolutely right, brother. Poverty is the root cause. I'm really too poor now!"

(End of this chapter)