Chapter 204

In the cafe, Xiao Junwei's film shooting is still in progress.

Outside the cafe, there were a lot of onlookers.

Today, we are all shooting location scenes, so it is inevitable to be found, especially on the microblog that director Zhang's shooting of new plays has caused a stir. Not only the masses, but also journalists.

In a parking space opposite the cafe, a black business car was parked there. In the car, the paparazzi he Chao was lying in the back seat, yawning.

"No, I'm too sleepy. Xiao Jiang, please watch for me and wake me up as soon as they finish shooting. "

He Chao patted his younger brother on the shoulder. He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep.

But this little Comrade Jiang obviously just came into contact with the work of a paparazzi reporter. He was so excited that he couldn't be willing to stay in the car.

"Brother he, don't sleep. Don't you say we're going to shoot star news? I see a lot of reporters are around there. Let's hurry there, too. "

He Chao shook his head helplessly.

"Xiao Jiang, be quiet. You remember we are gossip reporters, those people are journalists. Do you know the difference. What gossip reporters want to shoot is something that journalists can't shoot. Come on, keep an honest eye on me. Don't disturb me any more

He Chao is asleep.

As he said, a paparazzi is qualified only if he can photograph big gossip news that other reporters can't.

There is only one more thing he didn't say, that is, other paparazzi may be staring at two or three stars, and even some people are looking at the whole entertainment industry. But he Chao has only one person in his eyes, that is Xiao Jun.

I don't know if God gave this he Chao a will to make him have no bottom line trust in Xiao Jun. he firmly believes that Xiao Jun will become a world-famous big star, and he Chao is the source of all the gossip news of the world-famous big star.

As time went by, it took two hours for the scene to be shot.

The staff began to pack up.

Xiao Jun takes paper and pen to write a sample of the Yellow River Chorus for Wang Jianguo.

"Yellow River Chorus" is a song Xiao Jun saw by chance from a large number of "red songs" when he was looking for songs to participate in the performance of Bohai ship report in the system yesterday.

He didn't exchange this song at that time. The reason why he was impressed with it was that among the many "red songs", this chorus was the most expensive, and it was as valuable as the whole score of "Symphony of fate".

If you want to exchange it completely, it will cost him a lot of honor.

Xiao Juncai won't do business at a loss. If Wang Jianguo wants a full version of this song, he must pay for it.

At the moment, only one sample is given, which is for Wang Jianguo to evaluate the value.

Outside the cafe, director Zhang came out immediately after the shooting.

The shooting of this micro film is no secret, and the shooting work will be completed soon. Xiao Jun's acting skills have passed the test, so it's time to start some publicity work.

Those gossip reporters use microblog to help them solve the most difficult first step of publicity work, so the rest of the work is carried out step by step according to Xiao Jun's publicity plan.

As soon as Zhang Daoyi appeared, more than a dozen reporters immediately surrounded him.

"Director Zhang, it's said on the Internet that you've made another new play. Is it true that you're here with your team today? Are you shooting it?"

"That's right."

"Director Zhang, what is your new play? It's not convenient for Fang to disclose the name of the film."

"Well, keep it a secret for the time being."

"Director Zhang, it is said that you have invited a large number of stars to take part in your new play. Is this a big movie with big investment and big production?"

"Ha ha, this is not a big movie, but a micro movie. I'm not the chief director of the play. They just borrowed my team. My real identity is an actor in the play. "

Zhang Dao finally said two complete sentences, but these two sentences are more amazing than one.

Micro film? I invited so many stars to make a micro movie.

Who else is the chief director? Who can make director Zhang, the great director of film and TV series, become an actor instead of directing?

The reporters were in a hurry and asked all kinds of questions, but director Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

"Comrades, don't ask any questions. We will release the trailer of this micro film on our micro blog at seven o'clock tonight. Well, it's less than four hours before seven o'clock. I advise you to go back and send the news as soon as possible. "

With that, director Zhang turned back to the cafe.

The crazy reporters were stopped by the staff.

Knowing that it is impossible to ask for more useful information, these people rush to their car.

"Come on, get back to the press release. "Big production of micro film."

"Today's entertainment news program will be broadcast at six o'clock in advance. We must release the news before the trailer comes out. It's a good chance to improve the ratings of our channel. ""Quickly, quickly pass on the sound just recorded to Zhang Daolu to the chief editor."

The reporters scattered in a crowd. Zhang guidao found Xiao Jun who had just handed the sample manuscript to Wang Jianguo.

"Xiao Jun, I've already told the reporters about the trailer. I believe news will come out soon. Just one more thing I want to ask you. "

"Zhang Dao, you say."

"There's a trailer at seven tonight, but where's the trailer?"

"I haven't done it yet."

"You..."

"Director Zhang, don't worry. It's too late to make a trailer after all the shots are taken."

"What time is it after the shooting?"

"Oh, don't worry. It's just a trailer. Three minutes. Let's go and take a picture of the street. "

With these words, Xiao Jun picks up his blind guiding stick and walks outside, leaving director Zhang with a stunned face.

It's too hasty of you to finish the trailer in three minutes.

……

On the street outside the cafe, director Zhang's team, who had finished taking the street view, left one after another.

Xiao Jun ran to the two cameramen and whispered. Instead of going back to the hotel with other team members, they chose another direction and didn't know where to go.

Soon the road was clear, and even the onlookers were scattered.

Only Xiao Jun is still standing beside the window glass of the cafe.

There was no change in his costume. He was wearing sunglasses and holding a guide stick, just like a real blind man. He stood there and didn't know what to wait for.

In the black business car across the road, Xiao Jiang turned his mouth and was not happy.

"Brother he, look at you. We've been squatting here for almost a whole day, but we haven't photographed anything. You see, other people's reporters, the news has been released, and there is a trailer at 7 p.m. Let's go. It's over. "

Xiao Jiang reached out to ask the driver to drive, but he Chao pushed him aside and put his face on the window.

"Xiao Jiang, is the blind man opposite Xiao Jun?"

"Ah? Who is it? "

"That's the man Qu Wei was kissing yesterday."

"Yes, it's him. The whole team of director Zhang has gone, but he is still here. Whatever he does, he's not a star. "

Xiao Jiang's face was indifferent, but he Chao's eyes were full of charm.

"Xiao Jiang, get all the equipment ready. I think it won't be long before we can work!"

The people in the car are preparing, while Xiao Jun, who is on the other side of the road outside, is waiting quietly.

I don't know how long it's been. An old lady with a vegetable basket passed him and walked slowly towards the intersection.

Just a few seconds after the old lady passed by, Xiao Jun moved.

After a long wait, Xiao Jun finally straightened up, like a real blind man, beating his guide stick and following the old lady who passed by.

At the same time, the door of the black business car across the road suddenly opened, and he Chao jumped out of it.

"Come on, come on

On the left and on the right side of the road, two groups of people walk towards the intersection at the same time.

At this time, it was the red light, and the old lady with the vegetable basket stopped in front of the zebra crossing. On the other side, he Chao saw that there were not many vehicles on the left and right. He ran the red light and rushed across the road.

Standing on the side of the road, he Chao turns around for the first time, raises his camera and aims at Xiao Jun's direction.

……

Aunt Wei, an ordinary old lady in TIANLIAN city.

This day is just like her life of more than 60 years before.

But she would never have thought that something happened today made her life a turning point.

And a series of news reports around her made Xiao Jun fall into an abyss of public opinion.

Aunt Wei is on her way to the vegetable market. She thinks about what to cook for her little grandson tonight.

Stop at the red light ahead.

All of a sudden, she heard the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground from far to near.

Looking back, aunt Wei saw a young man with sunglasses and a guide stick coming.

"What a spirited young man! Why can't you see?"

The old lady felt a trace of sympathy in her heart. She just wanted to remind the young man that there was a red light in front of him. Don't go any further.

Who knows that the blind young man actually stood right in front of the zebra crossing.

Aunt Wei was full of doubts. The blind young man turned his head and aimed his face at her.

The red light turned green, and the other side immediately spoke.

"Granny, do you want me to help you cross the road?"

In a word, a smile of evil spirit appeared on the young blind man's face.

Aunt Wei felt a tremor all over her body. She was afraid to look at her in panic. She turned around and saw that the street light was on. She left immediately.Looking at the old lady's back, the young blind man kept smiling and whispered.

"Click!"

Across the road, two cameramen from Zhang's team came out of the hiding place and made an "OK" gesture.

Diagonally across the road, he Chao also put down his camera.

Looking at the photos taken in the camera, he Chao's face is full of doubts.

"Who is this old lady? Why don't you have any impression?"