"Put this on."
"What's this? A bulletproof vest? "
"No, it's filled with blood bags and explosives," James said. "You're shooting the last scene now. You'll be shot to death."
Chen Ke looked at Chen Zhao, thinking that his role was very ordinary.
Just then, Steven said, "James, let me do this scene."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes, displeased.
Chen Zhao was a bit envious. Steven would do it himself?
That was the dream of so many actors.
Even Chen Ke herself wanted this opportunity. Why was this guy so reluctant?
"Scene 13, first take. Ready, action …" Steven was directing the camera himself. "Now start running. Look left and right. When you realize that the enemy has caught up to you, turn around … NG."
Steven stood up. "What kind of sh * t are you acting? Look, look! Remember the look, the look of fear. Again. "
"Scene 13, second take. Action!"
Chen Zhao repeated the previous action according to the script. Look of fear, look of fear …
"F * ck … NG! Are you looking for a woman? You're a piece of sh * t. "
Chen Zhao was furious. "If you scold me again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
"F * ck, you're so bad. Can't I say anything?"
Chen Ke was dumbfounded. In the United States, how could any minor character be so awesome?
He was the publicly acknowledged top director in the world.
"Scene 13, third take. Action!"
"Good. Look of fear, fear. Then you get kicked down and shout not to shoot."
"Don't shoot … No …"
Bang, bang, bang —
The blood bags on Chen Zhao's chest exploded one by one. Steven screamed again.
"F * ck, don't you scream when you get shot? Even a pig would know pain. Again. "
Chen Zhao glared at Steven fiercely. Steven shrunk his neck. "What's with that look? Professionalism? Do you know what professionalism is? Look at that lady from China. Even without the camera, she's still reading the script. How many times have you read the script? "
Chen Ke was embarrassed by Steven's compliment. Actually, she'd been watching them.
On the fourth take, Chen Zhao finally passed the scene.
However, Chen Zhao's entire body was covered in blood.
Chen Ke's female assistant stood beside Chen Ke and looked at him. "Little bum, you're wasting time."
"Wang Lu, this is a foreign country, not a domestic one. Watch your words."
Chen Zhao took a towel. Filming was indeed not easy.
This scene made Chen Zhao feel like he was fighting a pig.
No matter what, he would never go to Steven's crew again.
This was just a temporary cameo as a director, and he was already scolding her so badly.
"What are you dilly-dallying for? The second scene is still yours."
Chen Zhao was still wiping the blood off his body and face when Steven started urging him again.
"What's the second scene?"
"The second scene was me pinning you to the ground and beating you up."
"What? You beat me? Why? No matter how I look at it, you don't look like you can beat me. It would be more convincing if I beat you up. "
"That's the script," Steven said matter-of-factly.
Chen Zhao flipped through the script. It was indeed like that.
This time, it was James himself directing.
"Scene 14, first act. First time, get ready, action."
Steven, the old man, exploded with strength from somewhere and pounced on Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao could only fall down. Steven was acting as an old detective.
Chen Zhao was a pitiful robber who got separated from the group. From the beginning, he fought with the old detective and was finally beaten to death by the old detective.
Steven didn't really hit him, but when his fist missed, Chen Zhao still had to act like he was hit.
"Cut, Steven, you're amazing." James didn't forget to suck up to Steven.
"No, I don't think it was perfect just now. His scream wasn't loud enough."
James looked at Chen Zhao awkwardly. Anyway, this was how these two hated each other.
They were so good, but they had to torture each other like this.
"F * ck, I'm not acting anymore."
Chen Ke was surprised. How could an extra make such a request?
Just then, James said, "Okay, okay, this scene is over."
Chen Ke was even more shocked. How could this be?
Why did this extra look like the main character?
No, he was even cooler than the main character, right?
Look at the main character. He was just beside her like a grandson.
"When can I beat him up?" Chen Zhao asked, pointing at Steven.
"Not so soon. These are the only two scenes today. Go rest," James said. Then he looked at Chen Ke. "Come here. How's your English?"
"No problem," Chen Ke answered in English.
"Okay, how's the script?"
"I've basically memorized the lines for the first few scenes."
"Then let's begin."
Chen Ke realized that Steven had left too.
She was a bit disappointed. She'd hoped that Steven could see her performance and even remember it.
After a tiring day, Chen Ke and her assistant, Wang Lu, left the set.
Chen Ke's phone rang. "Hello."
"Hey, Ah Ke, are you free tonight?"
"Auntie, I just came out from the set."
"Isn't staying here more comfortable than staying in a hotel?"
"Mainly because it's close to the set."
"I'll send someone to be your driver every day."
"No need."
"Forget it. You can at least come over for dinner. You haven't seen your cousin, right?"
Chen Ke thought about it. "Okay."
After hanging up, Chen Ke said to Wang Lu, "Let's go in another direction."
"Ah Ke, where are you going?"
"Forget it. Pull over. I'll drive."
Chen Ke was quite familiar with Los Angeles.
A year ago, she'd studied at UCLA.
She'd also been to her auntie's house, but she knew that her cousin, whom she'd never met, was in a bad condition and couldn't meet outsiders.
Wang Lu sat in the passenger seat. Seeing Chen Ke drive into a manor, she was a bit shocked.
The manor was really too big. It was obviously a rich person's home.
"Ah Ke, where is this?"
"My auntie's house," Chen Ke said.
Just then, a black bodyguard came over. He seemed to know Chen Ke.
"Miss Chen, do you need help?"
"No."
"Then please follow me. Boss is waiting for you inside."
Wang Lu followed behind Chen Ke all the way, trembling with fear. She was afraid of going the wrong way or not being able to keep up.
"Ah Ke, are there any rules here at your aunt's place?"
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