"Lights, lights, dim it a bit here, OK!"
"Props, are the pigeons ready? Group 1, Group 2, remember the release time. Group 3, throw the pigeons at the villain. Don't get it wrong."
"All equipment in position, recording in place, Sister Kuen, are you ready? If you're ready, let's begin..."
Ling Yi crouched behind the box arranged by the director, holding a prop Charge and getting ready.
Watching the chaotic scene quickly become orderly under the director's arrangement, Ling Yi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
Is filming a movie really this complicated?
If he were in charge, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it; he's not the type of person who's good at managing things or people.
To put it bluntly, he's just an ordinary person who can't handle big things or small things.
"Forget it, this is really beyond our capabilities. Let's proceed with the second plan."
Ling Yi pursed her lips.
He had originally planned to be a director, gain some advantages in this world, and mentor Wan Tin-sau, but now it seems like that would be a complete waste.
Let's just print out the script stored on the USB drive and give it to Wan Tin-sau to film.
Of course, not now, but after most of the story has ended.
Or perhaps we should wait until Lau Piu-piu appears before making a decision.
Lau Piu-piu Lau Piu-piu, compared to the First Love in "The King of Kings," is more suited to these two words.
The regret I felt back then.
If I interfere in Wan Tin-sau's affairs now and affect the subsequent plot, what if Lau Piu-piu disappears due to the butterfly effect?
Therefore, Ling Yi will only get involved after most of the plot has been completed.
To be honest, Ling Yi has doubts about whether Wan Tin-sau can actually adapt Master Sing's movie scripts well.
Liking something and Proficiency in it are two different things.
Ling Yi has no way of judging Wan Tin-sau's acting skills; whether they are good or not can only be known after verification.
The movie ends with Wan Tin-sau shouting "Strive, fight!" The film doesn't reveal Wan Tin-sau's ultimate fate.
After all, there are countless different endings for every one of the millions of ordinary people.
But movies are movies, and the world of movies is the world of movies.
Therefore, Ling Yi wanted to give Wan Tin-sau, who shouted "Strive, Fight!", an ending, or rather, he hoped to give all the ordinary people like Wan Tin-sau who strive and fight, an "ending".
Take Ling Yi himself, for example.
People strive hard, always hoping for a good outcome, and Ling Yi was no exception.
Although reality is often quite unethical, giving people one slap after another.
While Ling Yi was lost in thought and Xia Jill was sighing, Wan Tin-sau had already started causing trouble again.
Wan Tin-sau walked up to the director, his right fist clenched, looking like he was deep in thought.
"Excuse me, director, but I think that based on the character's background and personality, I'd like to make the rhythm a bit more playful, yet with a touch of contradiction, when I'm acting it out. What do you think?"
The director was busy and didn't have Kung Fu Hustle to pay attention to him, so he casually said, "Okay, everyone, three, two, one, action!"
To be honest, what happened next really shocked Ling Yi.
The entire filming process was smooth, seamless, and well-organized. From Sister Kuen's entrance in a black trench coat to the final scene where all the extras were "killed" by Sister Kuen, there wasn't a single mistake.
Including Ling Yi.
The moment the director yelled "Action!", he got into character. When he appeared on screen, he lunged forward, rolled on the spot, pointed the prop pistol at Sister Kuen, and was then shot dead by Sister Kuen.
It wasn't until Ling Yi collapsed to the ground that he came to his senses, realizing that he was probably affected by the memories of being replaced by this extra's identity.
I don't know how many times I've practiced what I just did; it's become a conditioned reflex.
Until... Wan Tin-sau appeared.
To be honest, when Ling Yi saw Wan Tin-sau swaying strangely as he walked out from behind the box, he really had the urge to jump up and beat him up.
It's understandable that this guy has a strong desire to perform, but at the very least, shouldn't he understand that the fruits of other people's labor are ultimately theirs?
Everyone here worked so hard to complete this set of shots; there's just one last step left before it's all done.
As a result of his appearance, everyone's efforts were in vain.
All the props, personnel, and sets had to be rearranged.
Keep in mind that the production team spent half a day preparing just this one shot, and now that this delay has essentially ruined the entire day.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!" The director's eyes were clearly red with anger.
The director grabbed Song Yang, pointed at Wan Tin-sau, and roared, "Sunny, can you tell me where you found this Big Smarty?"
"Get out of here right now!" With that, she shoved Song Yang aside, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the side, and took a big gulp.
Wan Tin-sau was clearly unconvinced by the director's words and actually came up to argue, "Director, the character I designed is rather mischievous, so my inner monologue is 'I don't want to die.'"
"You're just an extra, you're going to die whether you want to or not. Do you think anyone can survive a gunshot wound to the heart?"
Wan Tin-sau held up two fingers and pinched them together, saying, "Actually, I almost died. If you had given me just a little more time, I would have been dead for sure."
At this moment, Sister Kuen, with a dark face, approached Wan Tin-sau and asked coldly, "Do you know how many squares are in one second when you hand in your paper?"
"24 squares, Sister Kuen!" Wan Tin-sau still hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, thinking that Sister Kuen was testing him, and answered with a grin.
"Then do you know how much time you wasted just now?"
"Big, about a minute!"
"Let's say it's one minute. Then you calculate for yourself how much film is wasted in one minute, and how much money is wasted?"
Wan Tin-sau fell silent immediately.
"Okay, let's not talk about how much money wasted. Do you know how long it took to set up this scene? Do you even know what time it is?"
Wan Tin-sau remained silent.
Sister Kuen looked at Song Yang and said, "Next time you're looking for trouble with extras, at least find someone more professional, okay?"
Wan Tin-sau was dragged away by Aunt Ha, looking dejected.
Even now, Wan Tin-sau is still asking, " Aunt Ha, what did I do wrong? I just wanted to act!"
"Please, let's go!"
After Aunt Ha finished speaking, she gave Wan Tin-sau a disgusted look, then turned and went back to her room.
Wan Tin-sau didn't want to leave. He looked back into the film crew and happened to see another extra, played by Brother Lung, filming a scene where he was shot to death.
The movement was fluid, crisp, and decisive, without any hesitation; one might have thought he had actually been shot.
Ling Yi, in any case, was very impressed.
Because of Wan Tin-sau's delay, the actors and extras in the program were given an early day off, leaving only the props team and related staff to clean up the venue.
As Brother Lung passed by Wan Tin-sau, Wan Tin-sau asked curiously, "Brother, where did you learn opera?"
Brother Lung laughed and said, "I haven't learned it!"
"Is that so? Then you really are a genius!"
Brother Lung patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just put in a little effort, and keep it up!"
Wan Tin-sau made a fist gesture and said, "Keep it up, keep going!"
At this moment, assistant director Song Yang ran over and shoved Wan Tin-sau, saying, "Why are you still here? Hurry up and leave, you're bad luck, go, go, go!"
Since the next scene was a memorable moment between Wan Tin-sau and Uncle Tat, Ling Yi didn't want to miss it, so he followed behind Wan Tin-sau.
The film set was actually very large. Besides the scene with Sister Kuen, there were other assistant directors and crew members filming some relatively less important scenes.
Instead of going directly to Uncle Tat's place, Wan Tin-sau wandered around, taking a closer look, and occasionally offering unsolicited advice to others.
People who don't know him might think he's some Great Ming.
In reality, everyone looked at him with disdain.
In just a short Kung Fu Hustle, the story of his seemingly indestructible extra had spread throughout the entire crew, and almost everyone knew of his peculiar existence.
By the time Wan Tin-sau arrived at the place to collect his "meal," it was already 6:30 PM.
Wan Tin-sau reached for the lunchbox, but Uncle Tat slapped his hand away and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
Smelling the aroma of the food, Wan Tin-sau swallowed hard and said, " Uncle, I'm leaving, so..."
"If you want to leave, then leave! Don't you know it's not mealtime yet? I haven't even eaten myself!"
"Do you know that it's because you can't die no matter what you do that you delayed the whole crew's lunch break?"
"Is it hard for you to die once? Ah, is it really that hard?"
" Uncle, it's hard for me to explain acting to you in a short time," Wan Tin-sau explained.
"You understand acting, but do you understand what it means to go hungry?"
"Still want to eat? If you're so hungry, why don't you eat with it!"
As he spoke, Uncle Tat tossed a box of food next to a pit bull.
Seeing Wan Tin-sau's dejected figure as he left, Uncle Tat spat out a curse.
He muttered to himself, "His ambitions are sky-high, but his fate is as thin as paper. Even a street urchin has better acting skills than you. You want to be a star? You're asking for trouble!"
Seeing Wan Tin-sau's departing figure, Ling Yi felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.
This Wan Tin-sau is clueless about social interactions, stubborn, and not quite right in the head.
But he has always strived for his dream and never gave up even the slightest opportunity.
Such a person may not be liked by most people, but if they dedicate their entire life to only one thing, it is a remarkable thing.
Ling Yi didn't continue following Wan Tin-sau. Wan Tin-sau would return to the orphanage to work on his stage play, which, although it had many memorable scenes, Ling Yi no longer wanted to pay attention to.
He has more important things to do now, which is to make money.
This is, after all, a modern society, and in a modern society, you can't get by without money.
Whether he wanted to cause trouble on his own or help Wan Tin-sau, he needed money.
As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Although Ling Yi was just an ordinary person in the real world, he lived the life of a rich person for almost a month in the world of the King of Kings.
He was actually a little unaccustomed to not having any money on him.
As for the methods to make money, they are naturally the same old tricks.
With Wong Sifu's almost superhuman gambling skills, plus the ability to use Invisibility cameras, making money isn't difficult.
Ling Yi plays a truly minor role in this film, one that doesn't even have a name.
Of course, no one can be without a name. His name is now Long Tao, which is quite meaningful.
If you still don't know, just call him a background character; that would be more direct.
But none of that matters, it doesn't affect his antics anyway.
Fortunately, Long Tao still had some savings, enough to buy a ferry ticket to Pumen City.
Compared to the world of " The King of Kings," making money through gambling skills is much more difficult in this world.
One is that there's a limit to bets, and the other is that once the amount reaches a certain level, the casino will blacklist you.
It's obvious they don't want you to play, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Ling Yi Ling Yi was blacklisted by all the casinos in Pumen City within a week of arriving, and he had only won a little over 60 million dollars in total.
Moreover, this sum of over 60 million was actually obtained by Ling Yi from a high-level scheme he had just encountered, where he managed to extract money from a few wealthy individuals wearing white hats.
Want to win billions at the casino like in the world of " The King of Kings "? No way!