Senior Superstar

  Chapter 4 Young guy Yo, the old man wants to teach you a lesson

Although   Rongdian is a town at the administrative level, as the first batch of national film and television industry pilot zones in this time and space, it has grown to a large scale today.

   Insiders care about this, it is called Chinese Hollywood.

  As a 5A-level film and television city, Rongdian has 14 large-scale themed scenic spots and film and television shooting bases, which can be used by hundreds of crews to shoot at the same time—how big is that?

  The Jinbei car swayed for more than twenty minutes before it arrived at the filming location of the crew.

  It was only half past six, and most of the crew were already in place and began preparations. In the midst of the busyness, the group leader unloaded a car of people with a depressed look.

   pointed to the empty space next to the prop group, and asked Li Shixin and others to wait.

  He took the list and walked to the assistant director who was laying out the shooting plan.

  The deputy director's name is Guan Lan, who is quite young and in his early thirties. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he is gentle.

Seeing Guan Qun's Zhang Shuo approaching with a frustrated face in his smoke, Guan Lanqi said, "Da Shuo, what's the matter, his face is almost drooping up. It's not the group acting that has the problem, right? I can. Let me tell you, there is no real drama today, and the director did not come to me to fight against the main beam. If you drop me, don't want to do the **** work of our crew in the future!"

  Zhang Shuo, a local snake in Rongdian, relies on the steward of this group of crews to eat.

  Directors and deputy directors all have their own circles. Which group leader chooses the group performance to use smoothly, which group leader fools, and when you talk, you can basically determine the success of his group leader.

  He can't afford to offend.

He took out a box from his pocket and didn’t usually smoke it. The King Furong, who was specially used to honor people, offered Guan Lan a stick. Zhang Shuo said bitterly, "Guide, I don’t dare to delay you if I have so many guts. It’s something! I have all the group performances you explained yesterday. You can rest assured to use it. If there is a problem, you will lick my mouth!"

   "Then why are you crying?" Guan Lan cursed with a smile.

"Hi!" Zhang Shuo waved his hand, "I have encountered a strange thing today. Fuck, I have seen a lot of people squandering money on the street. But for the first time I'm going to play with China! Look, the uncle over there."

After telling the story of Li Shixin just now, Zhang Shuo sighed, "Guide, I'm all right. Or you can help the rivers and lakes, just arrange a corner for this old man and fool it. Let him finish the filming quickly. Go quickly."

  After listening to Zhang Shuo, Guan Lan choked his throat with a breath of smoke.

I coughed violently for a long time, and the tears came out before he waved his hand, "Oh my god, I have been filming for more than ten years, this is the first time I heard about this. But the old man is so old, and this Perseverance is also rare. It will work out, and I'll take a look and arrange it for him later."

   "Thank you for the guidance."

  ...

  Li Shixin was sitting on an empty equipment box, watching the props master and costumers busy.

  Before crossing, he also filmed a few online dramas, but at that time he was a traffic star with more than 200,000 zombie fans and fans. Basically, it is the kind that the crew enters into the camera to dent a few shapes, say a few sand sculpture lines and stop work.

  He really didn't pay attention to the work of costumes and props.

  Looking at the weapons of the First World War, the Qing army uniforms and the uniforms of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces that the prop master picked up, he had a rough estimate of this drama called "The End of the Forbidden".

  Unlike the fast food scene in his time and space, the arquebus that the Eight-Power Allied Forces used when they entered Beijing.

  According to a memory of the Museum of Cultural History in his mind, Li Shixin recognized the Lin Mington roller gun, the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau imitated the quick-cut gun, the German Mauser and the Austrian M1888 straight-pull.

  Cooperating with those uniforms that are fully in line with his impression and historical common sense, it shows the excellent service of this play.

  A drama, if Fu Hua Dao has put all his heart into it, it is basically certain that it is not the capital that came in and the bad money.

  It’s just that there is no perfect thing in the world. Li Shixin still shook his head after looking intently at the jade ruyi in the hands of the prop master.

  The props master saw him looking at him constantly, put aside the work in his hands, and happened to see him shaking his head.

  A man on crutches came to the crew. It seemed that he was still acting in a group, which was strange.

   What’s even more surprising is that this old man seems to be a little dissatisfied with his work?

  "Master, what's the matter, what can I do?"

  Li Shixin retracted his gaze and smiled: "No, it just looks like the props you make look like that. Take a look."

"What does it mean like that!" The prop master was not happy. "The costumes and props of our crew were all guided by experts in culture and history. Have you seen the Republic of China dramas in the past ten years? On historical restoration Degree, we say second in "The Forbidden Road", no one dares to say that he ranks first, I am not afraid to tell you!"

  Ou Yo?

  Young guy.

  So confident?

  Looking at the arrogance of the props master, Li Shixin patted the dust on the gray jacket and decided to educate.

  He pointed to the props in the props master’s hands, and asked: "What is the situation with your wishful thinking?"

"Hey, isn’t this today’s scene where the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered Beijing, the Empress Dowager ran away, and the Allied Forces robbed? A moment later, there was a scene saying that a foreign soldier wrapped a bag of treasures in his coat. This one fell out. The Russian soldier’s coat was full of things worth ten thousand gold. Among them was the jade ruyi snatched from the palace fell to the ground and quenched, and the soldier kicked it into the ditch with his foot. It’s just to make people feel distressed. What kind of old man, you see if we are doing it realistically."

   "..." Looking at Jin Ruyi in the hands of the props master, Li Shixin smiled: "This thing cannot appear in the Forbidden City at the corner of the Eight-Power Allied Forces invading China, and it is also impossible to be thrown by the Russian soldiers."

   "How do you say this?" The other props and costumes saw the big brother and the old man in the prop group hit the bar, and put aside their work.

  Li Shixin got up, took the Ruyi and weighed it.

  Don't say it, it's quite heavy to start.

   is not a plastic imitation, it should be carved out of low-grade stone, and then there is a beautiful layer of paint on the outside.

  Attentiveness is really attentive.

  It's just a deviation.

  "Young man, do you know what this thing is called?"

  Faced with this problem, the prop master was taken aback, "Yu Ruyi!"

  Li Shixin shook his head, and threw Yu Ruyi back:

"The full name of this thing is Luyan Ningxiang Yangzhiyu Ruyi. It was a play Yinger in the Qianlong period. Guangxu succeeded the two queens, Ci'an and Cixi, to rule. Later, Cixi forced the death of Empress Ci'an in order to dominate the whole world. Then he said that he was a violent soldier, and buried his scenery in Dingling. There is this thing in this funeral.

  When was Ci An’s death? In 1881. When was the Eight-Power Allied Forces entering Beijing? 1900. You said, how could this thing buried in the soil appear in the Forbidden City at that time? "

  When a group of prop artists heard this, they suddenly stared at them with big eyes.

  Cixi, they all know that Ci'an is...not very familiar.

   "Wait a moment!" After a while, a prop master responded, "Master, you said this thing was buried in the soil in 1881, so how do you know it?"

   "This has to be said later."

  Li Shixin narrowed his eyes and sorted out his memories;

"After the small RB surrendered in 1945, the civil war was in flames. At that time, who was guarding the tomb. So a small group of bad guys blatantly stole the Qing tomb. Except for the Xiaoling Tomb, all the other tombs were stolen. Here, here, This includes the Dingling Tomb where Ci'an was buried. In the 1960s, the government successively recovered some of the Qing tomb funerary relics. Among them, this piece of smoke condensed fragrant mutton fat jade Ruyi."

  "Hey!" After hearing this, several prop artists slapped their lips, "Really? It's like a scripture. Father, how did you know?"

   "I heard what people said." Li Shixin pursed his lips in amusement.

   "Hi!" When he heard him say this, several prop artists stomped their feet, "It's like the truth, dare to love you, this is also hearsay! From which big flicker did you hear about it!"

  Li Shixin touched the stubble on his face and fell into the memory.

   "At the time of my 14th Five-Year Plan, my father was working in the document management department of Beijing. He had a colleague in the Museum of Literature and History next to him who had nothing to do every day. No one except me was willing to chat with him. That person told me."

   "Oh?" When several prop artists heard that the source was Wenshi Museum, they couldn't help saying, "Which one is in Wenshi Museum? Not working every day, I'm afraid it's a bit of a hangover, right?"

   "Well... this person is indeed a half-hearted person when you say that he is engaged in literature and history. But if you want to talk about cultural relics, especially those from the Qing Dynasty. He is definitely an expert."

  "Who? That expert? What's his name?"

   "Pu Yi."

  "..."

  Fuck!

  A few prop artists grinned.

  This Nima,

   There is no basis for rebuttal at all.

  Stubble!

  The effort of a group of people stunned, Li Shixin smiled and said: "At that time, this plume of smoke condensed fragrant sheep fat jade Ruyi, he was appraised by his hand."

  Drops.

  In the eyes of a group of prop masters looking at the old monster.

  In Li Shixin's mind, there was a soft whistle.

  Received a cheering value of 1233 with [Respect]!

  (End of this chapter)