Chen Kexin, who was standing behind them, thought to himself, "This young comrade is so hard to deal with."
The director didn't want to lose face, so he used all the power he could.
The two parties sat down like gangsters on the street instead of a normal conversation between an actor and a director. If this messy set was replaced by the teahouses on Temple Street and Bolan Street, it would be even more similar.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Director Chen asked Qin Guan directly, "This is a musical film. I won't say much about your acting skills, but I would like to ask you about the songs. Are you familiar with them?"
Qin Guan didn't ask for much. He just needed to be able to sing the lyrics and tune smoothly on camera.
As for the post-production and dubbing, they could use various post-production techniques.
Qin Guan did not disappoint him. He gave a satisfactory answer to both parties.
"Yes, I forgot who I am. 'Cross Street' and some other songs. I have memorized them. The music scores provided by Hong Kong are very comprehensive. I think there should be no problem."
Qin Guan's confident eyes were like stars in the sky. Director Chen was fascinated by them for a moment.
He was suddenly filled with lofty sentiments. A kind of power called confidence gushed out from the bottom of his heart and blended into the filming of the movie.
"That's good. When can you start work, Mr. Qin?"
"Anytime."
Chen Kexin shook his hands and suggested, "The film will be shot in two locations.
"We will shoot part of the scenes in Shanghai, and the other part of the scenes will be shot in the capital of China."
"I wonder if Mr. Qin has any questions?"
Qin Guan's kind smile made Chen Kexin's impression of him even better.
He was neither arrogant nor rash. Qin Guan's team had been acting like a big shot, but he was so easy-going.
"You can take a rest today. Shall we leave tomorrow?"
"Yes, we'll leave tomorrow."
The host and the guest chatted happily. Xue Wanyi politely declined Qin Guan's invitation, saying that he had just arrived in Hong Kong and that he shouldn't be too tired.
Qin Guan walked out of the set and looked at the familiar location of the film, which Chinese audiences were familiar with.
This used to be the place where the old Hong Kong films were produced. The old buildings were now quietly waiting for the arrival of the filmmakers in the alleys with old tram tracks.
Some of the porters covered in tattoos were ordinary people who ran the docks to make a living, while others were members of small gangs in the alleys at the end of the streets.
You're from 14K, I'm from Yihe Hall. I'll report everything that happened here to his boss immediately.
Perhaps a random piece of news would let these club members, who had infiltrated deeply, see an opportunity to make money and invest.
Prosperity and decay, brilliance and gloom, freshness and decay, rose and fell in this city that was filled with the same decadent sounds.
Hong Kong, a city that preserved some of China's traditional culture perfectly, but because of the colonization of outsiders, the Western culture was also intercepted.
The city, which was a perfect combination of old and new, had risen to prominence in the eyes of the world with its powerful geographical location and tenacious ordinary people.
Naturally, due to various reasons, the people who had stayed here or eventually lived here had brought delicacies from all over China.
Cong Nianwei picked up her backpack and camera without any hesitation. She started her trip to the densest city in the country.
After the preliminary meeting, Qin Guan met her helplessly at the strange meeting place.
The West Kowloon Police Station was a very prominent landmark. All kinds of minibuses and taxis could easily take you to this final destination.
In the bustling city, the two of them walked along the police station and reached the back of the white side, which was the territory of the black side.
After passing through a small Hong Kong University campus, Temple Street was behind it. After walking for a while, they arrived at the busiest commercial street in Kowloon.
That was the territory of discount brands. The entrance of some top brands had two streets of traffic to show the prosperity of this place.
Of course, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were not there to shop. They were there purely for food.
If they didn't try the local snacks, it would be a waste of their trip.
Yuanyang milk tea, which could be found everywhere on TVB, and wonton noodles, which were popular when one was hungry, could be found in the bustling market.
It was very rare to see people walking and eating at the same time.
He had been told by his parents in his previous life that eating while walking was not a good behavior. If he publicized it here, he would be beaten up so badly that even his biological parents wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had already abandoned their human reserve and plunged into the sea of snacks.
They had to be fully prepared to eat while walking on the streets of Hong Kong.
First of all, they had to have a cup of milk tea to prevent themselves from choking on the delicious food in the subtropical winter.
The most famous Hong Kong milk tea was silk stockings milk tea, so it was their first choice.
Naturally, silk stocking milk tea was not made of silk stockings. It was named after the milk tea's texture, which was as smooth as a woman's silk stockings, and the cloth bag that was soaked in tea leaves for a long time, which made it look like silk stockings.
In a fast-paced city like Hong Kong, the most traditional silk stockings milk tea was hard to find.
The tea was wrapped in fine white cloth and mixed with tea leaves from Sri Lanka and Ceylon. The tea leaves were blended with a 1: 1 ratio of thick leaves and thin leaves. After being pulled four times and mixed with full-fat light milk, the traditional hand-made milk tea had its unique mellow and fragrant taste.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei strolled down the crowded street hand in hand, one cup in each hand.
You have an egg, and I have a bowl cake. Wrapped in the simplest paper, they tasted the unique flavor of this place as if there was no one else around.
"Curry fish balls! Gong balls! "
A street vendor that was only a few square meters in size opened its door, but there was a long queue in front of it.
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