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"Please speak, Mr. Xu."
"Guangkun's funeral must be a grand affair, so that he can be laid to rest in style!"
"it is good."
The assistant director took detailed notes.
Xu Hui plans to stop filming once the second season of Country Love ends.
I really have little interest in acting.
Since Xie Guangkun isn't participating, just find extras, and don't show his face on camera.
He was peeping at Big Feet taking a bath when, with a thud, he fell into the latrine and died.
The photos are incredibly lifelike.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"Old man, wake up!"
Xie Yongqiang replaced Zhao Jinfeng, Xie Lan, and Pi Changshan, who were crying and wailing.
Yongqiang was unavailable at the Forestry Bureau, so they had to find a stand-in to act in the film.
Everything else was genuine.
To make Xie Guangkun's death look realistic, they even bought a coffin with a black and white photo of Xie Guangkun in front of it.
Xie Yongqiang held Xie Lan in his arms, while Zhao Jinfeng wore mourning clothes.
Funeral music was blaring from the village loudspeaker.
Various mourning teams also arrived.
"Mr. Xu, what do you think of the scene?"
The assistant director asked.
After all, I had given instructions to make the scene bigger.
"There are still not enough mourners. So, for each person who attends this kind of funeral, we'll add an extra 100 yuan."
Xu Hui said.
After I told the villagers, some of them initially thought it was bad luck and that it was a fool not to make money.
They were all dressed in mourning clothes, crying and shouting as they followed behind the coffin.
"Guangkun, you died such a terrible death!!"
Liu Neng broke down in tears.
He's stopped stuttering.
"Guangkun, you shouldn't have watched Big Foot take a bath! You died such an unjust death!"
Zhao Si cried loudly.
Qi Santai: "I'll never get to eat your little free-range chicken again!!"
Xie Dajiao: "If you want to see me taking a bath, go through the front gate! Why are you climbing over the wall? Guangkun, just leave without a word!"
Wang Musheng: "No, no-die~!"
"Woooo..."
The women in the village cried and sobbed all the way with the coffin-carrying team.
Those mourning teams put on an even more enthusiastic show.
My voice is hoarse from crying.
At this moment.
Xie Guangkun was drying mountain produce in his yard.
I could hear mournful music and cries coming from outside.
He peeked through the door a crack and saw a huge black-and-white photograph of himself directly in front of the coffin.
Zhao Jinfeng, Xie Lan, and Pi Changshan all wore burlap on their heads and cried bitterly.
"What the hell!"
Xie Guangkun rushed out.
They stopped the mourning procession and were about to take down the large photograph.
They were stopped by several security guards.
"What the hell are you doing? Didn't you see the contract you signed with the production team in the first season? They have the right to use your likeness in the show."
The assistant director ran over and said...
"You're bullying us so much!!"
Xie Guangkun was furious.
"And you guys, I'm not really dead, what are you crying for?"
Xie Guangkun glared at Zhao Jinfeng and Xie Lan.
“Old man, this is acting. If I don’t act well, they won’t pay me. 1000 yuan a day is much better than you collecting mountain goods.”
Zhao Jinfeng said.
"Dad, acting isn't real. Just stay home and behave yourself. I'll buy you roast chicken when I get paid!"
Xie Lan also said.
"Bad luck, bad luck!!"
Xie Guangkun was filled with regret.
Not only can I earn 1000 yuan a day, but my acting salary will also increase with my next drama.
I was just too hasty.
I shouldn't have asked Xu Hui to raise the price.
It's better now.
Not only were their scenes canceled, but filming was abruptly terminated, and a funeral was held.
Pi Changshan pulled a small cart with a loudspeaker playing funeral music, the sound deafening.
"Changshan, Changshan!"
"Dad, you're dead. Don't come over and let the cameras film you, or we'll have to hold another funeral."
"Changshan, can you talk to Xu Hui and ask him to let me be resurrected?"
Guangkun was anxious.
"Dad, what did you say? The loudspeaker is too loud, I can't hear you!"
"I said... forget it, there's no point in contacting you."
In his haste, Guangkun was too embarrassed to approach Xu Hui, so he went to the assistant director first.
"You've already finished filming. You're getting 1000 yuan a day. Time and effort are all money. What are you going to do with it?"
The assistant director shook his head. "Besides, if you fell into a latrine and drowned, how would you explain it back?"
"The script goes like this: you say Guanyin appears, sprinkles water from her jade bottle on me, and I'm resurrected!"
Guangkun thought about it for a while and felt it made sense.
“We’re making a genuine rural drama, not a mythological one, so it’s going to be difficult. How about this, you talk to Mr. Xu, he’s the director, and if he says it’s okay, then it’s fine!”
The assistant director said.
"I...I...I don't get along with him."
Xie Guangkun was in a dilemma.
"Then I have no other choice."
The assistant director shook his head. "Come on, move aside, you're blocking the camera."
Nothing.
...
Xie Guangkun had no choice but to shamelessly bring a free-range chicken and a bag of dried wood ear mushrooms to find Xu Hui.
"Xu Hui, I'm busy."
At this moment.
Xu Hui is revising the later parts of the script, cutting out Xie Guangkun's storyline; there will be some changes later.
Although Xu Hui didn't pay much attention to this play.
At the very least, we must be responsible to television viewers and do our best.
"Mr. Xu, I'd like to talk to you about something."