The next day, February 21, 2005.
At 5:30 in the morning, Zhuang Fan was woken up by his alarm clock. After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, Zhuang Fan ran towards the Beijing Film Studio.
Fortunately, the Beijing Film Studio was not far from the Capital Film Academy. It was less than a kilometer away from the back door of the Beijing Film Academy.
The reason why he woke up so early was because the production team usually started at eight o'clock. Zhuang Fan was not famous at all now, so he could only act as an extra. To put it bluntly, he was just an extra.
In his previous life, he had worked for ten years.
Therefore, he could be said to be very familiar with this line of work.
Regardless of whether they were drifting horizontally or in the north, the extras had to arrive at the recruitment site two hours in advance, so the extras had to be in place before six o'clock.
In order to be selected by the production team, the extras had to wait at the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy early. The earlier they arrived, the more opportunities they had.
In his previous life, when Zhuang Fan was a drift driver, he would wake up at 3 or 4 AM every day. There was no bus in the morning, so he could only walk.
These days were hard to describe.
To Zhuang Fan, it was already a luxury to wake up at 5 pm.
In his previous life, he had been to the Beijing Film Studio as an extra for a period of time, but he didn't earn as much as Hengdian, so he went back directly.
The main reason why the Beijing Film Studio became a recruitment point for extras was that it was one of the earliest film studios in China and was very famous in the film industry.
However, after the reform of the state-owned enterprises, the Beijing Film Studio was getting worse and worse year by year. Up until now, they had not produced a single movie in two years. Every day at four o'clock, countless "aspiring young people" who wanted to become stars gathered here!
The reason was that when the Beijing Film Studio first started recruiting extras for their movies, they had been shouting at the entrance.
Over time, this place had become a recruitment ground for extras. Countless young people with dreams of making a movie would stop here first.
It was already a habit and a recognized rule in the film industry for everyone to gather here to wait for the show.
There were more than ten famous film and television bases in the entire capital, and there were even more film crews filming every day. It was impossible to look for extras all over the streets. There had to be a place for the film crew to come.
This place was the entrance of the North Film Studio.
Since the 1980s, this had always been the place where the Imperial Capital film crew recruited extras.
Zhuang Fan could be said to be very knowledgeable.
"Whoa, it's already so lively in 2005?”
When Zhuang Fan rushed to the entrance of the Northern Film Studio, he saw countless men and women dressed in shabby clothes. They were either squatting, eating, or standing around the empty space at the entrance of the Northern Film Studio.
Zhuang Fan, who was dressed rather well, looked very different.
Those who didn't know better would have thought that he had jogged past in the early hours of the morning. It wasn't until he stood at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio for a while that a hooligan-looking guy walked up to Zhuang Fan and whistled."Hello, new here?"
"Yes, why?"
Zhuang Fan acted like a newbie, so he naturally knew what this guy was doing.
Liar!
They would lie to the Beijing extras who were here for the first time, saying that they knew a certain stage manager or director, and that they could arrange a good role for him by giving him money.
As expected, this guy started bragging to Zhuang Fan.
Zhuang Fan was bored and just listened to his nonsense. This fellow had been talking for a few minutes, and his mouth was probably dry."How about it, brother? 100 yuan, and I'll take you to the car later!”
"Let me tell you, Brother Baoqiang was also a regular customer of mine back then!”
“……”
This guy really blew up the door.
Zhuang Fan did not listen to him anymore because the car from the production team had arrived.
The passenger window of a van was rolled down, and a fat man shouted through a loudspeaker,""Hurry up, 50 yuan a day. Don't move as a corpse. Ten people!”
Hualala!
A group of people who were originally squatting, eating, or standing rushed to the front of the van in unison.
Each of them was faster than the other. Even those who were eating breakfast threw their lunch boxes into the trash can and rushed over without even wiping their mouths.
The price of 50 yuan a day was almost twice as much as the usual 30 yuan.
"Me! Me!"
"Big brother, I'll go!"
"I've played a corpse before, I have experience!”
"Boss chose me. I've been at the Beijing Film Studio for six years!”
"Eight years!"
“……”
Countless people were talking one after another. The fatty didn't waste any time and pointed at a few people."You, you…and you…"
He counted to ten, and the group of people got into the van one by one and sped away.
Of course, Zhuang Fan did not move.
Because there were words on the van-Huairou Film and Television Base.
This was not the place he wanted to go.
In his previous life, he had been an extra for ten years. It was not that he was picky, but he knew that opportunities were reserved for those who were prepared.
Of course, extras could take on any role.
However, there was actually a difference between taking on a popular drama and taking on a lousy drama.
Don't look at it as just an extra, but some extras could show their faces. Even if they didn't have any lines, many people watched the popular drama. Perhaps this was your chance.
Because Zhuang Fan had acting skills.
He was gold. Even if he was an extra, he could shine.
Hence, Zhuang Fan only had one goal today: Sneaking into the production team of 'Unsheathed Sword'.
Yesterday, he had used his phone to look up a lot of information. Among the dramas that were currently being filmed in the Imperial Capital," Unsheathed Sword " was the most popular, and its filming base was at Bayi Film and Television Base.
And this drama was an anti-Japanese drama.
It needed a lot of extras.
Just like that, a few cars from the production team arrived, but Zhuang Fan did not do anything. It was as if he was watching a show.
The swindler who had chatted with him earlier could not help but say,"Brother, why aren't you going up? Do you think the price is too low?"
"I want to go to Bayi. Do you know anyone?”
Zhuang Fan could tell that this kid was getting anxious.
"I know him, I definitely know him!"
The swindler became excited when he heard that.
"Alright then, when the 8th car comes over, you'll be in charge of sending me up?”
“100！”
"Alright, I'll give it to you if I can get in the car!"
"That won't do. What if you don't pay when you get in the car?”
"Don't you know so many famous directors? Are you afraid that I won't pay?"
Zhuang Fan asked back. The swindler blushed."That's different!”
"Forget it, I'll wait for a while…"
Zhuang Fan looked as if he would not budge. The swindler was also thinking of a way out. At this moment, a tattered van drove over from not far away.
There were no words written on it.
The swindler suddenly said to Zhuang Fan,""Look, that's the car to the Eighth Base. How about it? 100 yuan, and I'll send you to the car right away!”
Zhuang Fan was waiting for him to say this.
Because not every production team's van had the words 'film and television base' written on it, he had asked this liar for information.
"How can you prove that he's from Base 81?”
Zhuang Fan took out 100 yuan and waved it in front of the scammer. The scammer quickly pulled over an extra who wanted to rush forward."Tell him, is this the bus to the 8th?”
"Yes, don't f * cking pull me!"
The extras said impatiently, but Zhuang Fan had already rushed to the front of the van.
"You-"
The scammer wanted to look for someone else, but he was overwhelmed by the crowd of extras and could not find Zhuang Fan.
"50 yuan a day, 15 people who can endure hardship!”
A person alighted from the van that was heading to the Eighth Army Base. This was the group leader. He was responsible for sending extras to the various production teams and had a certain amount of power.
"Brother Scar, 50? Is there a big job today?"
A veteran extra went over. When the others heard that it was 50 again, they immediately shouted again.
Who wouldn't be willing to work for two days?
"Brother Scar, count me in!"
"Brother Scar, can I?"
"I-I've acted in 10 movies!"
"Brother Scar, I'm from Shaolin Temple. I can fight and resist!”
"I know how to stand, perform, martial arts, lines, and figure. I have 15 years of drama performance experience.”
Amidst the noisy shouts, a rhythmic and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.
The group leader who was counting the number of people could not help but raise his head and look in the direction of the voice.
“？？？”
The extras who had shouted earlier also turned their heads in unison.
Zhuang Fan smiled at the group leader and gave him a cigarette.""How about it, group leader, count me in?”
Of course, he had bought these cigarettes from a tobacco and liquor store.
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