They had only shot three scenes in the morning. Zhang Zian had a preliminary experience of the process of shooting a movie, and he also realized how boring and boring it was. The colorful images on the screen were all pieced together from these boring short shots. The actors and the script were like independent hydrogen and oxygen, and the director was like the key electric spark, mixing them together and producing an explosive chemical reaction.
Even so, Zhang Zian still felt very bored, especially when Feng Xuan shouted "cut." He always felt inexplicably discouraged. It was as if he was watching a sandcastle being piled up and almost completed, but there was a flaw. It was also like a customer asking all sorts of questions for a full hour but did not buy anything …
Famous was full of energy and did not show the slightest impatience. Zhang Zian knew that it must be very tired. It had run back and forth six times just for the first scene. Including the rehearsal stage, it had run almost ten times, but every time it meticulously carried out the orders and requirements given by the director.
After shooting the third scene, it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Feng Xuan finally decided to stop shooting and go for lunch first.
"Time to get your lunch box!"
Hearing this, Zhang Zian, who had almost fallen asleep standing, finally woke up. Only then did he realize that his stomach was growling. In order to eat the free lunch box from the crew, he did not eat much in the morning.
The rest of the crew had been busy the whole morning. They were tired and hungry. They put down the things in their hands and ran to get their lunch boxes. The scene was similar to a high school cafeteria.
"Famous!" He waved at Famous and called it over.
When Famous came closer, he asked, "How are you? Hungry?"
It shook its head slightly. "I'm not hungry."
"How can you not be hungry? I've been standing all morning and I'm still hungry. You ran so many times, you must be hungry. You wait here for a while and take a break. I'll go and get the lunch box. You work so hard, you should at least get an extra drumstick. "Zhang Zian laughed.
Maybe because it heard the word "drumstick," Famous unconsciously licked its lips and squatted down to rest.
There were no scenes for Red Dragon and Prince in the morning. They were tied to the side by Zhang Zian with a leash. They were very obedient and did not make any noise. They moved closer to Famous and lay on the ground.
Zhang Zian saw that the rest of the crew was fighting for the lunchboxes so fiercely, and he was not sure if there were enough lunchboxes. He didn't dare to be negligent, so he squeezed into the crowd and said to the guy who was in charge of giving out lunchboxes, "Give me four lunchboxes, and I want them with meat!"
However, the lunchbox guy only handed him one lunchbox and said without raising his head, "One for each person. You can't take it for someone else. Why do you need so much? First day on set? Hurry up and leave after you're done. Don't block the way of others! "
Zhang Zian didn't leave. He asked, "Are you sure you can't collect it for me? Then I'll have to let my dog come and get it himself. "
Someone whispered something to the lunchbox guy, and the lunchbox guy looked up at him. "A dog trainer? Why didn't you say so earlier? Four portions, right? Take it and leave quickly! "
As he spoke, he picked up three bento boxes and placed them in Zhang Zian's hands.
Zhang Zian was a little angry. Nowadays, businessmen didn't dare to treat their customers with this kind of attitude. If you say I'm a dog trainer, then you're just a guy in charge of giving out lunchboxes in the crew. Why are you so arrogant? However, on second thought, there was no need to be angry with him. It was better to fill up his stomach first.
Holding the four lunchboxes, Zhang Zian squeezed out of the crowd and walked back to the three dogs.
Smelling the aroma of the food, they all came over and kept circling around the lunchboxes.
Zhang Zian opened the lunchbox and felt disappointed.
This lunchbox was too shabby! In the square lunchbox, half of it was rice, and the other half was scrambled eggs with tomatoes, moo shu pork, and cabbage with vinegar sauce. The standard of this meal was definitely not more than 10 yuan. Where was the chicken drumstick? The most important thing was that the lunchbox was already cold! It was already cold!
He thought he was unlucky, but when he opened the other three lunchboxes, the contents were all the same.
Zhang Zian hadn't eaten cold food for a long time, and it was cold food in the middle of winter. He couldn't help but complain in his heart. It was good to eat the lunchbox first, but he had to wait until the end of filming to eat cold food …
However, looking at the others, whether it was the director Feng Xuan or the actor Lin Feng, they all ate the same kind of lunchbox. The only difference was that they had chairs, so they could sit and eat, while Zhang Zian could only eat while squatting like the others. In addition, their lunchboxes were delivered to them by special people, so they didn't have to pick them up in person.
"What should I do, Famous? This food is cold. Should I find a way to heat it up? "he said, looking up at the window of the small building on the second floor, wondering if he could find a microwave oven here. It was probably very difficult. Everyone was not stupid. If there was a microwave oven, they would definitely rush to use it.
Famous looked down at the shabby cold lunchbox, didn't say anything, sniffed it, and started to eat. Although Red Dragon and Prince were not very willing, they might be too hungry, so they followed Famous's example and ate.
Zhang Zian sighed, opened the disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of scrambled egg that looked very bad, frowned, and put it into his mouth. It was a little salty, so he quickly took a mouthful of cold rice, chewed it in his mouth, and swallowed it. Even so, his stomach still felt cold and hard, as if he had eaten a pile of small stones.
"Eating alone?" A pair of high-top lady's shoes appeared in the corner of his vision, gray trousers, and the voice was a little familiar.
Zhang Zian looked up with rice on the corner of his mouth. It was Xu Junyu, the makeup artist.
She was just eating with other makeup artists, talking and laughing. While eating, she saw Zhang Zian squatting alone in the corner, looking lonely and pitiful, so she came over to talk to him.
"Not alone." Zhang Zian wiped the rice on the corner of his mouth, pointed to Famous and the other two police dogs, "And them."
Xu Junyu held chopsticks in her hand, holding a half-eaten lunchbox, and asked curiously, "Why don't you eat with other dog trainers? You should have common topics to talk about, right? Don't you feel lonely eating alone? You should communicate more when you join the crew. "
Zhang Zian smiled, but didn't answer her directly. He just said, "People of the same trade are enemies."
"That's true," she said sympathetically, "Do you mind if I eat with you?"
"Whatever." Zhang Zian moved to the side to make room for her.
She also squatted down, eating very elegantly.
Zhang Zian noticed that she didn't use the disposable chopsticks with burrs, but a pair of delicate small bamboo chopsticks that she brought with her. It seemed that she was prepared.
"By the way, I want to ask, are the lunchboxes in the crew all like this?" he asked, pointing to the lunchbox. He didn't understand why the film industry was so rich, but they were reluctant to buy some good lunchboxes.
"Garbage?" She smiled, picked up a mouthful of vinegar cabbage, and ate it. "Not all of them. Did you see the guy in charge of giving out lunchboxes? It is said that he is a relative of the director of production, Nie Yuan, and was forced into the crew to be in charge of the meals during the shooting — this is a lucrative job. The standard lunch for the crew is 25 yuan per person, and of course, all the money saved goes into his own pocket. According to the daily salary, he earns more than you and me … "
She had been in a lot of crews, so she had long gotten used to this kind of thing. She could even complain in a joking tone. Generally speaking, movies produced by private companies were more strictly managed in this regard, and like Dog Warrior, which had a public boss behind the scenes, such things were inevitable.
Xu Junyu was going to complain a little more, and reveal some secrets of the film industry to him as a senior, but as she was talking, she was stunned, because she saw that Zhang Zian didn't eat the Moo Shu pork in the lunchbox, but picked out all of it and put it in Famous's lunchbox.
Famous looked up at him, and stretched out a front paw to block his chopsticks.
"I'm not hungry. You've been working all morning, you should eat more. "Zhang Zian smiled.
After all, human hands were more flexible than dog paws. His chopsticks bypassed Famous's front paw, and still put the meat into its lunchbox. "And this pork is a little fat, I don't like it."
Famous stared at him in the eyes.
Of course, it could see that he was lying, a very bad lie. Maybe he could fool others, but not Famous. His body language clearly showed that he was very hungry and wanted to eat meat.
But … Famous didn't hate it, and even liked it, because it made it feel very warm.
It moved its front paw away, lowered its head, and ate the Moo Shu pork.
There was very little meat, not even a few pieces, but it was surprisingly delicious.
Xu Junyu looked at the other dog trainers, who were also eating with their German Shepherds. Everyone had the same food, but no one was like Zhang Zian, who picked out the meat from their lunchboxes and put it in their own lunchboxes. She even saw some people pick out the meat from the dog's lunchbox and put it in their own lunchbox. They ate it with peace of mind, and turned a blind eye to the sad eyes of the dog.
She suddenly understood why Zhang Zian didn't eat with other dog trainers. It wasn't just because of what he said, "people of the same trade are enemies." It was because he was not the same kind of person as them. People with different beliefs could not make plans together.
In the morning, she enviously said to the others that she didn't know how the new chief dog trainer trained the dogs and why they were so obedient. Now, she thought she had found the answer.
She took a delicate bamboo chopstick, picked out the Moo Shu pork from the lunchbox, and put it in the lunchboxes of Red Dragon and Prince, one after another, like him.
When Red Dragon and Prince saw the meat handed to them by strangers, they did not dare to eat it. They sniffed and hesitated to eat it. Famous rubbed against them and growled, and they ate it with peace of mind. After eating, their attitude toward her was obviously more intimate, and they stuck out their tongues to lick her palms.
"I'm on a diet, and I don't want to eat meat." Facing Zhang Zian's inquiring eyes, she smiled.
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