"Han Fei, sorry, I have to trouble you." When he saw Han Fei coming, director Jiang greeted him with enthusiasm: "It's mainly because you have good acting, we used a lot of new actors in this drama for the cost consideration, most of them are merely able to act, the majority of them are unable to manage the characters perfectly."
"I don't mind, but if you add a scene rashly, will it affect the overall plot? Every minute of the movie is critical, and if I am given more scenes, perhaps the lead character will not be portrayed perfectly." Han Fei said this for the benefit of the crew.
"The script needs to be revised." Director Jiang's expression was somewhat serious: "Because of some plot concerns, the victim's family members are more emotional."
Director Jiang is very strict with the actors, but when it comes to the families of the victims, he becomes very nice to talk to.
"We adapted it from a real case, then we do have to consider the mood of the victim's family."
"Yes." Director Jiang patted Han Fei's shoulder, " Hurry up and go to makeup, in order to show the character Wei Youfu in a more three-dimensional way, we have to add some everyday routines of life."
Entering a vacant room downstairs, which was a temporary make-up room, Han Fei chose the most remote seat and sat down.
The make-up artist helped him to change into the same clothes that Wei Youfu used to wear before he died, made his hair the same as Wei Youfu, and made some slight changes to his facial makeup.
With the newly written script, Han Fei silently flipped through it, and then the door of the dressing room was pushed open.
" How can you change it after you've finished shooting? How convincing!" A young man who is more than one meter tall entered the dressing room, followed by a woman in her thirties behind him.
"Who knows that the family of the victims has changed their mind at the last minute, they are now outside the building, and there is no way to avoid the change." The woman was carrying a bag and holding several documents and scripts.
"I wonder, why did you choose this play in the first place?" The young man spread his fire on the woman: " If the traffic has no flow, then there will be no funding, then the actors will be left high and dry, and this drama will destroy the reputation I have built up."
"This is the company's decision, there are very few similar themes for the movies in recent years, and the possibility of having a good reputation and getting a big hit still exists." The woman finished muttering in a low voice, as if she was afraid that the young man would hear, and continued, "The strength of director Jiang Yi is beyond doubt, although he has not made any box office hits, he has never made a bad movie either. Wu Cheng, you should cooperate with the director to change it."
"That's easy for you to say." The young man called Wu Cheng was just about to say something back when a noisy noise came from outside the apartment building, and it seemed that someone was arguing.
Wu Cheng and his agent ran out to watch the commotion, while Han Fei, who had finished his makeup, was not interested in any of that at all, and he went straight to Jiang Yi, ready to leave as soon as possible after the shooting.
Now he does not care about those trivial matters, instead of focusing on trivial matters, he should think about how to catch the psychopathic murderer who killed those seven people in a row and bring justice to the victims.
Han Fei's mental state has far surpassed most people, which can also be credited to that healing game.
There was some noise downstairs, and the victims' families seemed to have entered the inside of the district. Director Jiang had no choice but to lead Han Fei to the upstairs filming location: "We want the audience to feel that Wei Youfu was once like them, a living person, with his own life, so that when he was killed, the audience will have a greater sense of empathy, so I hope you can add another segment before Wei Youfu's death So I want you to add a segment of daily life before Wei Youfu's death."
"Got it." It was hard for others to play Wei Youfu, but Han Fei was different, he had seen Wei Youfu and remembered all his expressions.
A man of good nature, his expressions were even more painful after experiencing despair and pain.
"I'll play him well."
Entering the shooting room, all the information about Wei Youfu in Han Fei's mind flushed into his body a little bit, and at this moment he was no longer himself.
After working late into the night and returning home with a body full of fatigue, his eyes were full of tiredness, but deep in the tiredness hid a shallow touch of satisfaction.
Sitting on the comfortable sofa, looking at the photo of his wife and himself, his eyes gradually became tender.
Gently wiping the photos, he planned in his mind to give his wife a surprise, after a few days, the house may be hanging a large pair of wedding photos.
As he thought about where to hang the wedding photos, his phone started vibrating and he picked up the phone.
His old father's nagging and instructions made him feel like he was still a child, and only in front of his father could he think of nothing.
"I know, don't worry, you must also take care of your body ..." hanging up the phone, Han Fei turned towards the bedroom, which is a sure death sentence.
" You Fu!" Han Fei hadn't gone far when he suddenly heard an old man's voice coming from the staircase off-camera.
The dry and thin old man put down the banner in his hand and walked into the filming location in a daze: "Don't go in, You Fu ..."
Han Fei, who was walking toward the room of certain death, stopped in his tracks, he remembered the voice, it was the voice of Wei Youfu's father.
Turning his head, Han Fei saw the old man clutching the banner in his hand, and the expression on his face was emotionally moving.
"Who let the victim's family in!" The camera director and the scene manager grabbed the old man's arm and tried to drag him away.
"Wait!" Han Fei hurriedly ran over, "The old man is too old, you guys shouldn't do this."
He shielded the old man behind him, " Talk to him gently."
"What's there to say? In the beginning, they all agreed, and now they change their mind and don't agree to the filming, isn't that just an attempt to make money out of it?" Wu Cheng leaned against the door frame, not caring at all about the manager's warning eyes.
" You're bullshitting!" The dry old man clenched the banner in his hand: "You said at the beginning that making a movie would let more people know about this! It will help us find the killer! That's why we agreed! But what are you making? You are simply making things up!"
"We are making a movie, catching the criminal is a job for the police, and you have signed a contract." Wu Cheng, who was much taller than the old man, looked down at the old man: "We've shot all the previous scenes, and just because you guys caused trouble unilaterally, do you know how many things we had to change? Our film, my time, do you know how much all these costs in total?"
"You are the first to go back on your word!" The old man was getting more and more agitated, and when squeals were heard, several more people holding banners came running up from downstairs, all of them were the family members of the victims of the human jigsaw puzzle case.
"What's going on?" Han Fei was also a little confused, he did not expect the two sides to argue so fiercely.
"Most of the scenes are over, the victims' families should have watched our data sheet and promotional ads." Jiang Yi sighed softly and lowered his voice: "I also want to shoot according to my own ideas, but the investors don't approve of my ideas, and in reality, the murderer has obviously not been caught yet, but they want to shoot a perfect ending."
"A perfect ending?"
"Yes, the case can not be screened until it is closed, so the writers made up an ending." Jiang Yi is also a little helpless: " In short, to put it simply, in the final scene, the male lead will take out the murderer."
"Since it's based on a real case, it's best not to just make up the ending, it's disrespectful to the audience and to the victim's family." Han Fei looked back at the old man, after so many years, he still goes to the police station every year, the pain of losing a loved one is like a shackle that can never be taken off.
"We can't help it, now that the scene has been shot to this point, we can only hope that both sides calm down, each step back and talk slowly." Jiang Yi shook his head, his face full of sorrow.
"It's okay." Han Fei's eyes slowly narrowed, hiding the sharpness deep under his eyes, "This play will have an ending, we don't have to wait too long."
(End of this chapter)
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