At the beginning of the third month of the Gregorian calendar, it is the coldest time for spring, especially in northern China, where there is still a little cold that has not yet been frozen and killed.

However, for the crew of "Dragon Gate Flying Armor" who stayed in Zhangjiakou Tianmo Film and Television City, the most destructive thing to their filming activities was not the temperature, because this is Huailai, which is only 80 kilometers away from the capital. During the day, Xiaolongbao bathed in hot showers at night, and the conditions were extremely good.

Of course it is not a desert. After all, this is not a real big desert, it is just a small desert covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres... It can even be said that this place is not a desert! Because the formation of this beautiful yellow sand desert is very strange. There is a Jundu Mountain in the south. After the wind and sand in the north come out, it automatically stops here, and then the wind and sand accumulate on the soil, forming a mini small desert. In addition, Huailai County later built the famous Guanting Reservoir in the north, and there is also a dense artificial windbreak forest farm further north, which has completely disappeared from the desert characteristics here. Even if you want to shoot a wind and sand scene, you have to use a blower to make it...

Then again... the biggest trouble for the crew of "Dragon Gate Flying Armor", or what is the crew most afraid of? Uh... It may be unfair to director Tsui Hark, and he himself will definitely not admit that he is a thing... because he is a living person! And it is this living person who makes the crew live and die.

"Is there anything?" Kim Jong-ming was completely distracted by the fat man Yu Dong, who was driving rapidly outside Beijing. "I have heard of director Tsui Hark's personality. Isn't it just that as long as he makes a movie, he wishes he could pull out a hair and blow it like Sun Wukong, then split out 365 clones, and then give away all the work... What's the matter? As an actor, isn't it a good thing for the director to be serious?"

"I didn't talk about the actors." Fatty Yu shook his head repeatedly. "It is said that the actors in the crew are quite harmonious, and to be honest, I always thought that Tsui Hark was a difficult person to talk to. Look at his face... his cheekbones are high and his eyes are quite white... It's quite scary, but now when you come into contact, he actually feels that he is still a very... kind person."

"Then what are you worried about?" Jin Zhongming looked at the sand pile that began to appear outside the window curiously, while continuing to talk to Yu Dong absent-mindedly.

"I'm worried that the others in the crew will be unable to stand his work intensity." Yu Dong explained with a frown.

"Stop kidding." Kim Jong-ming withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Yu Dong. "A big director like Director Tsui Hark, he should be used to the core team in the crew. How could he not stand it?"

"You don't understand." Yu Dong waved his hands helplessly. "This time the crew is more than three times the size of the regular film crew... In addition to the people Tsui Hark brought from Hong Kong, there are also the 3D team from the United States, the team from your South Korean J, and more are mainland film and television personnel who are usually as good as the world..."

Jin Zhongming frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Fatty Yu is a smart person and knows that he should stop. When he saw the other party, he reacted this moment and knew that the other party understood what he meant, so he didn't say anything more.

The car did not go to the hotel near the film and television base, but went to the shooting site directly as Kim Jong-ming was going. Behind him were a bunch of willow trees that had just pulled out green branches, but in front of him was a bunch of yellow sand. Kim Jong-ming finally saw the crew of "Dragon Gate Flying Armor".

"Which scene is being filmed?" Kim Jong-ming wore black-framed glasses and a thin black down jacket, looking like a student.

"This is a scene where Ling Yanqiu and Su Huirong hide from the wind and sand in the desert." Although he didn't recognize Kim Jong-ming for a while, the thin and thin senior staff member holding the intercom recognized the fat man, so his answer was very smooth.

"Oh." Kim Jong-ming responded calmly. He had almost swallowed the comic strips that Tsui Hark had sent over the past two months. Naturally, he knew which scene it was. But what shocked him was that the scene in front of him was just a scene scene of two actresses. The staff had reached hundreds of people, and various equipment was emerging one after another. There were also specially built camera control room, which was almost the highest level of the crew of "The Furnace".

From this we can see that what Yu Dong said before was not false.

"Mr. Yu...want to go to the main control room to sit?" After dealing with Jin Zhongming, the tall and thin man quickly focused on Yu Dong. "I will use a blower to blow the sand later...the tent is cleaner."

However, what stunned the senior executive of the crew was that Yu Dong actually looked at the young student beside him inquiry.

"By the way, I haven't seen Miss Zhou Xun yet." Kim Jong-ming thought for a while and replied. "Let's go to the hair dryer and take a look first, and then go to see Director Tsui Hark."

"Okay." Yu Dong nodded.

Then, the two of them were like thieves and hurried over to the blower in front of the huge set board.

The senior executive of the crew was even more confused. He felt that this young man was a rich second generation? This time he came to see Zhou Xun specifically? But how rich is this? He actually asked his boss to accompany him to peek at female celebrities through the sand pit?

However, he couldn't think too much, because the order from director Tsui Hark's 'ation' had already been heard from the loudspeaker above his head. As the on-site commander of the scene, the staff immediately issued an order to his subordinates.

At this time, Zhou Xun, who was wearing a veil, immediately hugged Fan Xiaoxuan and entered the show.

Five or six small blowers started together, and it was true that the wind and sand were blowing for a momentum, and it was very imposing.

"ut! Card! Stop! Stop! Stop!" But the shooting had just started a few seconds, and Tsui Hark's almost angry voice came from the loudspeaker overhead. "Everyone returns to its original position!"

"What's going on?!" Immediately, the same voice was not coming from the top of my head. Tsui Hark walked out of the main control room directly. "Who did the wind blowing Zhou Xun just now?"

"Me!" A young staff member with a wire hat raised his hand with trepidation.

"Tell me..." Tsui Hark asked with his arms waving. "Why is your blower blowing from this direction? Our plot setting is very obvious. The wind blows from the other side of the stone. There is also a design that Su Huirong stands up and is blown to the wind when she is blown to the face of the wind, right?"

"Yes!" the young staff explained nervously. "But the direction problem was wrong, the screenwriter had nodded before shooting. She said the wind in the desert was very messy..."

"But now I'm not talking about this direction." Tsui Hark pointed to Zhou Xun's buried head and continued to scold. "Look at Zhou Xun's face... She was directly sprayed onto her face by your blower... How can you let her stand up and face the camera to pull Xiaoxuan who was blown down?!"

The young staff immediately turned red and could not say a word.

"This is how Director Xu is." A middle-aged woman who was obviously a young superior rushed over to explain. "He was not here just now, but a blower suddenly turned off and could not be stuffed with sand, so we temporarily adjusted the blower position..."

"Then... Xiao Bi." Tsui Hark stared at the middle-aged woman who stood up for his subordinates and asked seriously. "If that's the case, can you tell me that a blower turned off and could not stuff sand... Why didn't anyone tell me before I called ation? Why?"

The set immediately became quiet.

"Okay." Tsui Hark suppressed his anger and raised his hands. "The makeup artist comes to help Zhou Xun clean up the sand and start over in five minutes!"

After saying that, the great director actually took the young staff to find a suitable location with a blower. And after the blower was placed, he actually checked all the blowers one by one and pointed out the direction of the blower one by one... and then returned to the main control room.

"It's ready..." Five minutes later, Tsui Hark's voice came out from the camera above his head again. "ation!"

But it is obvious that this time the shooting was not satisfactory again. After a while, Tsui Hark came out of the main control room again.

"Who is the live commander today?" Tsui Hark's voice was very calm this time, and it seemed that it was not a big problem.

"I." The tall and thin man who answered Kim Jong-ming's question before was nervously removed from the list.

"Old Wu, can you get a large fan?" Tsui Hark asked with a frown. "Or it's okay to have a few more small blowers."

"The only blowers in the crew..." The on-site commander replied in embarrassment.

"Can't do it?"

"It's true that I can't do it?"

"Is this called filming?" Tsui Hark suddenly became angry in front of everyone. "A simple one-on-one scene took more than three hours... How much does it cost? Isn't it the money of you Bona?"

The live commander immediately looked around with his eyes flashing, as if he was looking for something or asking for help, but to his disappointment, the person he was expecting did not appear.

"And this blower is not the only thing that needs to be done with the blower... I know you can't control it, but can you avoid responsibility if you don't control it?" At this point, Tsui Hark pursed his lips helplessly, and then waved his hands in vain. "You go... Let Dapeng or Xiao Zhao come to me from Beijing as soon as possible... Zhou Xun should also take a break, thank you for a hard work in the morning... Forget this scene for the time being, let's shoot the scene first, and that scene doesn't require any equipment... Let's move the venue to Longmen Inn."

After saying that, the director took the lead and walked directly to a very obvious newly built wooden building in the distance.

"Why must we use a big blower?" As soon as Tsui Hark left, Yu Dong patted the sand on his head, then turned over and sat up. "Aren't you pretty good just now?"

"Of course it's for the effect." Kim Jong-ming also began to slap the sand on his head. "Since it's the strong wind that can blow people up, the stronger the wind, the better?"

"But... this thing costs a lot of money." Yu Dong replied helplessly. "It's obvious that there is no big blower here in Tianmo, so it's probably transported from other places."

"Old Yu... you have been muttering all the way for a long time." Jin Zhongming sighed. "And I also know that I have a great responsibility in this situation, so I can't say anything along the way... In short, don't worry, since I'm here, I will definitely not waste time..."

Yu Dong wanted to speak but stopped.

In fact, when Yu Dong was muttering on the way back, Kim Jong-ming already understood his difficulties. However, this difficulty does not really refer to the wideness of Tsui Hark's pipe or how expensive a blower is. To be honest, Yu Dong has also been mixed up, so he will not be so petty. Tsui Hark's pipe is wide, so he might be secretly happy because it is called the guide. As for the blower, it is even more nonsense. To put it bluntly, how much is this thing worth? Is it possible for him to complain?

In fact, the reason why Fatty Yu seemed so undespicable and repeatedly complained was probably because the scale of the crew was here.

You should know that the current mainland film industry in China is not a big profit of just a single bad movie. At that time, actors' pay was sky-high, and 360 directors were produced in every industry. When a script was thrown out, investors rushed to spend money in as if they were desperate... In short, in mainland China, the crew itself was definitely the best in the film industry. In addition, this is the first time that mainland films used 3D-ima (3D shooting plus giant screen), a large number of domestic and foreign technicians flocked to it, which led to the unprecedented scale of the crew... Yu Dong said it was three times that of ordinary crews, which is definitely not nonsense.

But the bigger the crew, the more frightened the investor Yu Fatty, because such a large crew, even if it is just there, the real money will flow out like running water. Should the salary be paid? Should the equipment be maintained? What's more, from the perspective of Fatty, he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the rope. When he was in "October Siege", the director suddenly threw the crew and ran back to Xiangjiang. The producer Chen Kexin also threw everything and chased after him, leaving only a huge crew drinking Bona's blood for nothing... For this matter, when "October Siege" ended, Fatty immediately parted ways with Chen Kexin's group.

So, Kim Jong-ming actually really feels that he understands Yu Dong’s meaning very much, because he is the culprit of wasting time!

"Old Yu." After pausing for a while, Kim Jong-ming continued. "To be honest, everyone is waiting for me, and I feel very stressed, so I used the method of shooting in Korea to end my scenes. Now, the South Korean side is still shooting... It's all my best to be able to come over! It's not easy for everyone, I hope the movie can be done well... Let's do it, wait until I meet Director Xu later, you can go back, you can't come... And you have also seen it. The crew is so huge, you are angry, Director Xu is also angry, and we even saw it clearly just now. Even those staff members are actually angry and stressed. Zhou Xun was sprayed with sand on his face and said nothing. Isn't it because he is angry? In this case, you investor, it's better to come to the crew less before the end of the filming mission... It's not good to see it too much."

"The problem is not only..." Yu Dong patted Jin Zhongming's shoulder as if he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, the tall and thin commander in the scene not far away suddenly roared angrily, forcing Fatty Yu to stop.

"Did no one put away this bad blower?" The on-site commander stood on a sand dune in the distance and was losing his temper at the sluggish set's transfer progress. "I'll ask again, has no one sent this blower away?"

"Forget it, what you said makes sense anyway, so let's do it." Yu Dong, who was about to say something, waved helplessly, and then ran towards the sand dune immediately. "Old Wu, why are you yelling? Let me have something to say!"

Seeing the other party's fat back running over with deep and shallow feet, Kim Jong-ming rubbed his eye sockets in a little embarrassed manner. He actually rushed over overnight and was still a little tired now. However, his mind was not on this issue at this moment. On the contrary, as an actor, he knew very well that since he came to the set, he had just been an actor. And an actor had to put all his thoughts on the movie.

However, after lying in the sand for a whole morning, Kim Jong-ming could see that the crew was not very good due to their absence and other problems. It would be fine if other problems came, how to integrate into the crew is what I need to consider most at the moment.

Yu Dong's command was very effective, and everyone had to sell his face no matter what, so soon the set got rid of the previous depressed atmosphere and moved to Longmen Inn ahead.

Jin Zhongming sighed helplessly and temporarily put down his sad thoughts. He carried his hands behind his back and followed the crew's large army, and walked towards the Longmen Inn in front in the desert.

In any case, I have to integrate into this newly opened inn.

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