From collapsed house idol to entertainment superstar

"en?"

Just when the conflict seemed about to break out, a tired voice came over.

Ding Zhi and the Moroccan producer looked at the visitor together.

But it was Lin Chaoxian whose bald head was tightly wrapped in gauze.

The Moroccan producer who had been yelling wildly before saw Lin Chaoxian, and immediately shouted as if he had seen a savior, "Lin! Look at you people."

It was as if he had let out a sigh of relief, and even his voice was trembling a little when he spoke.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was frightened by Ding Zhi's fierce performance or by the group of people surrounding him.

Lin Chaoxian first looked at Ding Zhi and nodded.

He had just returned from the hospital, and it seemed that he had learned the ins and outs of the whole thing on the way.

"Lin! I need an explanation!"

"Explain what?"

Now the producer got excited and started speaking French and English that was even more difficult to understand.

They talked about potential safety hazards, and they also said that the crew rushed to shoot desperately and violated the labor code, which made their local staff miserable. They also said that Ding Zhi and others intended to attack them, blah blah blah.

Anyway, there were a lot of complaints, but I don't know if it was because I was startled by Ding Zhi or because I restrained myself a little when facing Lin Chaoxian, but I didn't dare to use insulting words like "yellow-skinned monkey" anymore.

"I don't need to explain to you, and..."

Lin Chaoxian glanced back at Ding Zhi and the others, "I am responsible for my people! They are my people! If there is a problem, I will take care of it. It is not your turn to rush to the street and scold them!"

The translator hesitated for a while, but still didn't translate the word "pushijie", maybe because he didn't know how to translate it.

Under Lin Chaoxian's strong protection, the producer representative could only walk away in despair.

Before leaving, he didn't dare to meet Ding Zhi's eyes again.

Obviously, this film is ultimately led by the mainland, and even if the Moroccan producers have any dissatisfaction, they can only hold it in in the end.

"Are you okay, Director Lin?"

After everyone dispersed, Ding Zhi looked at Lin Chaoxian, whose bald head was wrapped in a ridiculous shape that looked a bit like Indian Asan, and felt a little funny.

Lin Chaoxian touched his wound helplessly and shook his head, "Why are you so impulsive?"

Ding Zhi smiled and shook his head, "You have such a bad mouth, and most importantly, the way he gesticulates is too annoying. What, are you in trouble?"

"That's not true. In fact, their so-called producers are in charge of logistics, and they can't control us. After all, we are behind it... right?"

To put it bluntly, it is not a big deal. In fact, Ding Zhi cannot actually take action. It is one thing to have a dispute, but the seriousness of a physical conflict reaches another level.

In the days that followed, the Moroccan producer wisely replaced another woman as a representative to communicate with them.

In fact, this kind of conflict can only be regarded as a small episode compared to the dangers and hardships the crew members have suffered in the past few months.

As the director, Lin Chaoxian was slightly injured and could not leave the line of fire. Next, he still had to shoot the most difficult and demanding ambush and street fighting scenes intensively.

Especially in the scenes of street fighting, in order to reproduce the crossfire between terrorist armed forces, the crew went "full firepower" and not only closed the center of the most prosperous street in Casablanca, but also set up there the tragic scene of human beings after the crossfire between armed forces, directly "paralyzing"

"It's quite a big deal to clear that street.

Time gradually passed to August.

The crew of "Operation Red Sea" had been wandering overseas for four months. After the filming of the Moroccan scene was finally completed, they went to the United States to shoot a short wingsuit flight scene, and then filmed a submarine scene in Sanya.

lens.

After going round and round, I finally returned to the Shili Military Port in Nanyuejiang City in China.

Dingzhi is no stranger to this city.

It has been a year since Ding Zhi last came to this city to shoot "The Hidden Corner".

But it was in Chikan Old Street at that time, but now it is at Shili Military Port.

And Ding Zhi also saw with his own eyes the most valuable "actor" in this drama, which was "No. XX" with a cost of more than 1.4 billion.

After filming with this "actor" for a full 27 days, "Operation Red Sea" finally ushered in the completion of the entire film!

Because in a sense, this film is actually a "mission", so after it was announced that it was finished, a press conference and shutdown ceremony were held on the spot in Jiangcheng, which was rare.

After the shutdown ceremony and closing banquet, Lin Chaoxian and his team had to return to Morocco in North Africa to start post-processing.

After half a year of "overseas exile", the actors were finally able to take a real break.

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"You sei!"

When Ding Zhi once again saw his girlfriend who "happened" to come to Jiangcheng to make an announcement and "dropped in" to visit the class, he received a fatal blow.

Zou Yutong looked at the crescent moon on his forehead, which was about to turn into black coal. Ding Zhi, who didn't feel out of place even if he played the role of the young Bao Qingtian, almost didn't recognize it...

After staying in North Africa for four months, especially after entering the Moroccan summer, and staying in the open air for such a long time, the effect produced is definitely comparable to the high-quality bacon roasted slowly and carefully with a uniform color.

It's so charred that it tastes delicious.

When I saw it in the video, I didn't feel too strongly. After seeing it in real life, I realized that Ding Zhi was several degrees darker and thinner than before.

Zou Yutong felt distressed and funny at the same time as she "taunted" her boyfriend.

As for Ding Zhi's way of revenge, he was straightforward, directly hugging someone in the middle of Miss Zou's scream...

...

...

a long time.

a long time.

There was still some heat in the empty bathroom at the resort hotel.

The water in the bathtub that should have been full seemed to have been splashed out a lot, as if a huge fish was struggling and splashing in the water. The wet water wet the blue and white checkered tiles on the wall.

The water droplets evaporating from the heat cling to the mirror surface, making the mirror look hazy.

Only a pair of small handprints were printed mischievously in the center, as if it were a child's fun prank...

The sound of a hair dryer sounded outside the bathroom.

Because the water in the hot bath was too hot, Miss Zou, whose face was a little flushed, leaned on her boyfriend like a cat and asked him to blow dry her hair.

She seemed to be lost in the lake when she heard her boyfriend's teasing words, and Miss Zou opened her somewhat confused eyes.

"What?"

"I said, you are becoming less and less low-key now."

"snort!"

Zou Yutong seemed to be a little dissatisfied and twisted his neck in Ding Zhi's hand, and then said with some resignation.

"I can't help it, I miss you so much, so much, so much."