radicalducati Chapter 63 A capable assistant director is very important
Chapter 63 A capable assistant director is very important
"Is the script for scene 165 finished? We need it soon."
"Five minutes." Only after the man with the ponytail shouted did he have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Huang Yiliang squatted to the side, particularly admiring these TV drama scriptwriters. Not only did they write scripts on set, but the director also had to set a time limit. This job was truly inhuman.
slip away.
Forget it, I'll just stick to being a director!
This job is easy; just sit in a folding chair and occasionally shout "click."
Of course, this is all predicated on finding a capable assistant director.
The assistant director of "Silver Age" was clearly very capable; she did all the work while the director sat in a folding chair smoking and reading the newspaper.
After little Shishi joined the film crew, everything was new and exciting to her, and she had already run off somewhere.
"Give--!"
"Damn, this is so sour."
Huang Yiliang and a curly-haired Korean man squatted under the shade of a tree, smoking.
After taking a drag of his cigarette, the guy also chewed on a pickled cucumber.
They're not afraid of coughing themselves to death.
"Didn't you say that Koreans pickle napa cabbage? Can you pickle cucumbers too?"
Huang Yiliang took out two packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into the other person's hand.
It's about reciprocity!
It's weird to see a grown man eating a cucumber.
Huang Yiliang quickly turned the cucumber in his hand sideways, which made it look less strange.
"Brother, I've said it many times, I'm from Jilin, I'm of Korean ethnicity, not a Korean."
"Your girlfriend is Korean, that's for sure!" Huang Yiliang said with a very tricky angle.
Cui Husan was a little confused, so he casually stuffed the cigarette into his pocket.
"What does this have to do with my girlfriend being Korean?"
"How can it not matter? You're twenty-eight, I'm eighteen, we both have an eight in our ages."
Huang Yiliang said in a serious tone, "Why do you have an 18-year-old Korean girlfriend, but I don't?"
"Damn it! If you wanted to find a Korean girl, you should have just said so! Why did you have to beat around the bush and stab me in the back?"
Choi Ho-sam was speechless. He pointed to a little girl with single eyelids next to Jang Nara.
"Did you see that pretty girl with a great figure? She doesn't have a boyfriend, and she asked me about you. She's definitely easy to get," Cui Husan said confidently.
Huang Yiliang looked in the direction Cui Hu pointed and saw a very pretty girl, especially her small nose, a typical Korean-style small face.
"Your nose must have been surgically altered!" Huang Yiliang said, taking a bite of cucumber.
"Hey—! Minor adjustments don't count as a complete overhaul." Cui Husan shrugged.
"Damn—!" Huang Yiliang didn't expect South Korea to be so advanced, already having the concept of fine-tuning at this time.
If we follow this line of reasoning, then circumcision wouldn't be considered surgery, and using a condom wouldn't be considered infidelity.
Hmm—! Why does it seem to make sense to me when I think about it?
"Brother, you're still too young. That's how it is in the entertainment industry."
Cui Husan patted Huang Yiliang on the shoulder: "Brother, I can guarantee you that all the celebrities in the entertainment industry who can become famous, regardless of gender, have had some kind of plastic surgery."
"That's way too much!"
Huang Yiliang said this, but skillfully lit a cigarette for Cui Husan: "Brother Cui, have a sip, I like to hear it."
"Jang Nara has also had plastic surgery. Have you noticed that when she acts cute, her mouth often twitches a little?"
"Could this be a side effect of plastic surgery?"
Huang Yiliang was happily eating watermelon; well, he was actually holding a cucumber in his hand.
"What?! That's a signature little gesture designed by the company to help the audience remember her. Many Korean female celebrities have their own signature little gestures, all designed by their companies."
"However, the crooked mouth you mentioned can indeed be a side effect of plastic surgery."
As Cui Husan spoke, he pointed to a tall, thin woman who, like him, worked in the field of celebrity image design: "She suffered facial nerve damage due to plastic surgery."
"Pfft—!" Huang Yiliang inexplicably thought of Jin Chen, the "crooked-mouthed war god".
"Brother, you want to get plastic surgery?" Cui Husan asked Huang Yiliang.
"Are you saying you're too handsome?"
Huang Yiliang: "..."
"No, I have a friend!"
Huang Yiliang originally wanted to make up a friend, but he suddenly remembered Yang Mi, uh—!
Choi Ho-sam was very free. Although he was also a staff member of Jang Nara's team, he was only temporarily transferred to fill in.
According to him, Jang Nara usually only has three or four assistants in Korea, and now the entire group of people in Ulala are all temporary workers. But Chinese producers like this. The more people there are, the bigger the star they are, and the bigger the star they are, the more guaranteed the ratings are.
The two guys were squatting under the shade of a tree, bragging.
Huang Yiliang learned a lot about the inside story of the Korean entertainment industry from Cui Husan.
They now have very clear personas, dividing celebrities into different product categories, and ensuring that there aren't too many celebrities with conflicting personas within the same company.
When celebrities go on stage, they have to speak according to the carefully crafted scripts of their companies. Even if they make a mistake, it is a controllable mistake arranged by the company to increase the authenticity of the speech.
What surprised Huang Yiliang the most was that Korean entertainment companies even have dedicated teams to manage and maintain their fans. Increasing fan loyalty, guiding fan spending, and planning fan marketing for artists are all standard practices.
Compared to this, domestic entertainment companies are simply inferior.
"What happened? It looks just like a wilted eggplant."
Huang Yiliang looked at the dejected little girl, Shishi, with amusement.
"Drink water!"
The little girl, Shishi, was holding two bottles of mineral water and handed one to Huang Yiliang.
"Call him Brother Cui!" Huang Yiliang gestured to Cui Husan, who was standing next to him.
"Brother Cui, have some water!" Little Shishi politely gave the last bottle of water to Cui Husan.
"Hey—! Thank you, young lady. You're really pretty, you've got the makings of a star." Cui Husan praised.
Huang Yiliang glared at Cui Husan with annoyance: "Why are you swearing at me like that?"
"Haha, right, right, a celebrity, they wouldn't even be a dog." Cui Husan quickly changed the subject: "Looks like it's time to put out lunchboxes."
"What good are the boxed lunches on set? Let's go out to a restaurant, it's on me!"
Huang Yiliang stood up, shook his legs, and handed the unfinished cucumber in his hand to the little girl, Shishi.
Little Shishi didn't mind Huang Yiliang's drool at all. She opened and closed her delicate little mouth and took a bite out of the cucumber.
Huang Yiliang and Cui Husan subconsciously swallowed.
The two lecherous old men exchanged a glance, both realizing the other's shameless and vulgar thoughts!
Oh! I'm ashamed.
Cui Husan secretly gave Huang Yiliang a thumbs up.
"Young girls need to be disciplined from a young age, brother, I'm in awe!"
"So-so, third in the country." Huang Yiliang gave Cui Husan a lewd look.
Looks like this Choi Ge has been having quite a wild time in South Korea! He knows so much, does South Korea also have a dating sim?
Fortunately, Cui Husan was unaware of Huang Yiliang's thoughts, otherwise he would have mocked him, saying: "You're too shallow, your vision is too short-sighted."
This is nothing!
South Korean chaebols really know how to have fun.