Guan Biao was sitting on a long stone half buried in the soil, with a withered yellow bristlegrass in his mouth. He was humming an old-fashioned pop song and looking at the empty outdoor scenery with boredom.
The shooting progress had exceeded one-fifth. So far, the crew had not made any mistakes, and the shooting progress had been steadily and orderly. It seemed that it would not be a problem to finish the film according to the plan.
According to the script, the plot in the police dog training base had ended. Lightning, played by Famous, had officially become a member of the police dog team. It was led by the protagonist Lin Feng to the frontier area of the northwest region to replace a group of border police officers who were about to retire and carry out the task of combating transnational crime. As an important supporting role, several other dogs also followed their owners.
With so many people in the crew and limited funds, it was impossible to bring all of them to the real northwest frontier area to shoot on the spot. As early as the beginning of the shooting, a location team had gone to the northwest to shoot, while the rest of the crew stayed in the Film and Television City to shoot. Finally, the two sets of scenes were edited and combined. Guan Biao had been in the film and television industry for almost 20 years, so he knew these tricks like the back of his hand. He knew them better than the average member of the crew.
Guan Biao's location was the location provided by the Film and Television City. It was a large piece of wilderness located in the outer suburbs of Binhai City. Most of the thrilling and exciting scenes in the script would be shot here.
He had come here a few days in advance with the art designer and the rest of the crew to set up the set. The first battle scene in the script would take place here. A group of armed thugs from Russia attempted to cross the border and encountered the border police. Both sides suffered casualties in the crossfire. When the stalemate was reached, the armed police officers released the police dogs and asked them to quietly outflank the enemy from the side, catching the enemy off guard. They suddenly broke into the enemy's position and bit the enemy's wrist without letting go, causing the enemy to panic. The police officers took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
This battle could only be regarded as a child's play in a war film, but in this film, it was one of the big climaxes.
The set was almost complete. The art designers made full use of the original desolate terrain to decorate it like the northwest frontier.
Guan Biao narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. The sky was cloudy, and there was a light breeze blowing. It would be best if it could snow, because in the script, it was supposed to snow.
A few youngsters from the art team were arranging tumbleweeds. In Feng Xuan's script, there was a scene where both sides were facing each other in a deathly silence. Suddenly, a tumbleweed was blown by the breeze and rolled across the Gobi Desert. Like a fuse, it triggered a fierce battle between the two sides. Feng Xuan liked this scene very much. He felt that it had the beauty of an old-fashioned western war film, so he asked the art team to make sure that it was well arranged.
Guan Biao stared at them, but his mind had drifted far away to other irrelevant things.
Yuan Fei had called him again yesterday and sternly requested him not to delay it any longer. The filming was already one-fifth of the way through. If he delayed it any longer, it would be very difficult to change the lead actor at the last minute.
Guan Biao cursed Yuan Fei a hundred times in his heart, but he could only agree to it verbally. He was really afraid that Yuan Fei would divulge what had happened in the past and let the families of the mine victims sue him for "manslaughter" and demand huge compensation. Even if he was lucky enough to be acquitted, no crew would be willing to hire him as a pyrotechnician. He was not young anymore, and he was usually lazy and had not saved any money. What else could he do other than pyrotechnics?
Since he almost had an accident in the audition, the few dog trainers hired by the crew had all been secretly guarding against him, especially that guy named Zhang Zian. Especially that kid named Zhang Zian. Whenever he was around, he would stare at him with a sneaky smile on his face, as if he was guarding against a thief, which made him feel that he was very difficult to deal with.
But after all, he had been a pyrotechnician for almost 20 years. He had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice. As long as he wanted to make a move, there would always be a chance. The difficulty was how to do it without anyone noticing … No matter how he thought about it, he still could not find the right answer.
"Master Guan, are these real guns or fake guns?"
Guan Biao's thoughts were interrupted, and he was a little annoyed. He came back to his senses and saw the new lunchbox guy in the crew squatting in front of a row of prop guns, looking at them curiously.
This lunchbox guy had replaced the previous one who had made a mistake. His authority was very small, and he was only responsible for giving out lunchboxes.
"They are real, but they are also fake." Guan Biao spat out the bristlegrass in his mouth. "They used to be real guns, but they were modified after being eliminated by the army. But if they are modified back, they can still be used as real guns with real bullets."
"Wow!" The new lunchbox guy exclaimed, "Can I touch them?"
"Whatever."
The lunchbox guy looked at them and chose a very majestic looking assault rifle. He carefully picked it up and held it in his hand, looking at it over and over like a treasure.
"Master Guan, there are no bullets in this gun, right?" he asked nervously.
Guan Biao sneered, "Of course not. Do you think I would let you pick it up so casually?"
"Great! Master Guan, this is my cell phone. Can you take a picture of me holding a gun? I wanted to be a soldier before, but I never became one. I want to make up for it! "The lunchbox guy took out his cell phone and begged.
"Okay." Guan Biao agreed. He had nothing to do anyway.
"Thank you, Master Guan!" The lunchbox guy unlocked the cell phone and handed it to Guan Biao. He took a few steps back and made a few poses with the gun in his hand. He even lied on the ground and imitated prone shooting, not caring about the dirt.
Guan Biao took a few pictures casually and threw the cell phone back to him. He stood up, patted his butt, and said, "Hey, don't play with the gun all the time. When is dinner? I am hungry! "
The lunchbox guy had satisfied his craving for the gun and said excitedly, "Dinner will be ready soon. I will go get it right away. Master Guan, what do you want to eat? "
Guan Biao rolled his eyes and stared at him, "What do you want?"
The lunchbox guy opened the WeChat account of the Studio and explained, "Our crew has ordered the 25-yuan meal provided by the Studio. There are three kinds of meals, A, B, and C, and they are different every day. You can choose whatever you want. Master Guan, you can choose today."
Guan Biao took his cell phone and looked at it. There were pictures of the three kinds of meals in the WeChat account.
The previous 10-yuan lunchbox was the cheapest one provided by the Studio, while the 25-yuan lunchbox was much more sumptuous. Each meal had four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables, and a choice of cola or orange juice. There were also apples and bananas as after-dinner fruits.
Guan Biao's fat fingers slid on the screen and casually browsed. Suddenly, his eyes fell on one of the dishes.
The lunchbox guy saw that Guan Biao didn't speak for a long time and thought he had difficulty choosing, so he didn't urge him. He bowed his head and fiddled with the prop gun in his arms. His fingertips touched the cold metal texture, and he pulled the gun bolt, pulled out the clip, and inserted it again. The more he touched it, the more he liked it. He wished he could get some real bullets to shoot.
"Then choose the B meal." Guan Biao calmly returned the cell phone to him. "Hurry up. The crew will be here soon, and the shooting will start after lunch. If the shooting is delayed, the director will scold you to death! "
If people who were familiar with Guan Biao heard this, they would feel very strange. Guan Biao usually dawdled and would only move slowly after the director and producer repeatedly urged him. Why was he so active today? As a pyrotechnician, Guan Biao was paid by the day. Every day the shooting was delayed, he could make one more day of money. Why not?
"Okay, okay, I'll drive to get it right away!" The new lunchbox guy didn't know this. He reluctantly put down the prop gun and hurriedly negotiated, "Master Guan, after the shooting in the afternoon, can you let me play with the gun again?"
"Okay, okay. Go ahead. Don't dawdle!" Guan Biao impatiently urged.
The lunchbox guy ran away excitedly and drove the van used to transport lunchboxes away from the location.
Guan Biao stood there and thought for a moment. He took out his cell phone and checked the Internet to confirm that his memory was correct. He glanced around. The art team was still busy with the set, so no one was paying attention to him for the time being.
He walked into the small truck that the crew had given him and rummaged through it for some ordinary things that could be bought online and from chemical stores. For him, as a pyrotechnician, it was even easier to get these things.
He gently kneaded the things in his hand, and the chemical formulas he learned in class years ago reappeared in his mind.
It was true that knowledge could change one's fate.
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