Chapter 151 Private Meeting of the Crew

"No need to bother," Mr. Gu said, "We'll go back right now."

He came to apologize to Xia Ling. Although it was his fault, he would still lose face in front of so many people. So after apologizing, he didn't want to stay any longer and planned to leave with Gu Lin.

Before leaving, I thought of something else: ""War", right? Have you received any perfume sponsorship?"

Generally speaking, many film and television dramas will accept sponsorship from brand owners and embed advertisements in the film and television. This advertising fee is a large source of income for the film producers. Costume movies receive much less sponsorship than modern movies. When Mr. Gu asked, Jin Yifei quickly said, "No."

Mr. Gu nodded: "Then let Gu's sponsorship. Many of Gu's perfumes come from the ancient oriental culture, as well as some ancient fragrance recipes, which have something in common with this movie. Director Jin, please tell the producer Fang Yiyi, let’s study the sponsorship plan together.”

Even a blind person can see that the old man is flattering Xia Ling.

Jin Yifei was very happy and promised repeatedly: "It should, it should."

The last bit of resentment in Xia Ling's heart towards Gu's chaebol had dissipated. This old man was so good at being a good person that it was hard to get angry. She thanked Mr. Gu gracefully and watched her grandfather and grandson leave.

Turning around, she found Sun Jing staring at her with a complicated expression.

Xia Ling smiled: "What are you looking at? Are there flowers on my face?"

Sun Jing was angry, but she didn't want to blow it up casually. It wouldn't be too stupid to be famous in the entertainment industry. At first she bullied Ye Xingling because she thought Ye Xingling was a soft persimmon who could be squeezed, but now she found that his backstage was harder than her, so she couldn't It doesn't matter if it's trampled on wantonly.

Moreover, Gu's sponsorship...

She is known to be a big spender in the industry and will make more money than her dynasty gold jewelry anyway.

She glared at Xia Ling unwillingly and jealously, snorted and walked away.

The staff and big names around looked at Xia Ling differently, the vague neglect in their eyes had disappeared, replaced by a warm and courteous one without a trace. Two long-established actresses invited her over to chat. After a while, Rong Ping and several male celebrities also joined them, and the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

Jin Yifei finished shooting another scene and came back to direct them to start work again.

This time, Xia Ling found her dancing state, her dancing posture was perfect, but Sun Jing's mind had obviously not recovered from the shock, she was in a daze from time to time, eating an unknown number of NGs in a row.

Jin Yifei sighed and felt that today's scene would never be finished, so he asked everyone to leave.

Xia Ling broke out in a thin sweat while dancing, and then she felt cold after it had dispersed. Assistant Weiwei wanted to help her go to the dressing room to change clothes, but Xia Ling refused, "You go back and rest first. I'll stay a little longer to practice the next scene."

Except for the film tailor-made for her by the emperor in her previous life, this was her first time filming a movie. Regarding the assassination scene immediately after the dance, she always felt that the performance was not perfect enough, so she took this opportunity to practice more.

She has always been very dedicated to her work.

Weiwei was young and still had the nature of a little girl. He didn't insist when she said this, so he poured her a cup of hot water and followed the troops back to the hotel. Xia Ling was left alone to practice assassination scenes in a huge venue.

When the dancing girl assassinated the emperor, the whole place was in chaos. The emperor fled in panic, and the dancing girl chased after her. The last sword pierced the emperor's heart. Xia Ling was also stabbed to death in her previous life, so she didn't feel very good about this scene, and she needed to practice a few more times so that nothing would go wrong during filming.

She forced herself not to think about the scene before her death in her previous life, twisted her arms and practiced tirelessly for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the empty field: "Killer? It's wrong for you to stab like this. You should stab the sword horizontally from under the third rib in the back, and then turn it lightly... Only in this way can you kill with one blow. "

Shocked, Xia Ling turned her head.

On the set, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a huge shadow in the ancient building. An old and crooked old man is hiding under a Tenglong painting wall, holding a broom in his hand, watching her quietly.

She didn't know when the old man appeared, like a ghost.

She took a step back and asked with some vigilance: "Who are you?"

"Who am I, you ask?" The old man laughed slyly, his voice was rough and ugly, "They all call me Old Man Bao. I am the prop master of this production crew, the plumber, Ms. Ye, the one in your hand It's time to return the dagger."

Why did this crew recruit such a gloomy prop master?

Xia Ling was restless, and the old man Bao's rude words were still echoing in her ears - stabbing horizontally from under the third rib on the back, and then turning it gently... God, she died in this way in her previous life. Down!

Before she died, the cold and painful feeling came back. Xia Ling felt dizzy, her hands and feet were cold, and she was shaky.

She glanced at the prop master in the shadow, dropped the dagger in her hand, and left as if running away.

Back at the hotel, most of the crew had finished their meals and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xia Ling ordered a lunch box to the room, ate a few random bites, took a shower, and went to bed. Wearing a white coral velvet pajamas, lying on a soft and comfortable bed, she closed her eyes, and her consciousness sank into the darkness...Suddenly, an indistinct sound came from somewhere far away, the third rib... stabbed horizontally... …Kill with one blow…

She screamed and woke up dripping with cold sweat.

The past flashed before her eyes step by step, chaotic and chaotic, trapping her tightly like a huge devil-like net, leaving her terrified and at a loss as to what to do. Subconsciously, she tightly grasped the pendant around her neck, which was a small platinum ring with the two letters of the English abbreviation on the inside: L, Y, her and Li Lei's last names.

She gasped for air, her heartbeat slowly calming down.

Suddenly I heard a sound outside the window.

"Who?!" She shouted with a trembling voice like a frightened bird.

There was a sound at the window, the curtains were opened, and a person jumped in. He was an extremely handsome man, with slender limbs, well-proportioned and strong, and his light brown skin was even more charming and beautiful when wrapped in an off-white T-shirt. On his neck, there was also a platinum ring of the same style as hers.

"Li Lei." Xia Ling relaxed, "You scared me to death... Why are you here?" This is a mountain scenic spot on the outskirts of S city, quite a distance from the apartment where they live.

"Did you see my surprise?" Li Lei walked towards her with a smile, "I avoided the paparazzi, fans, and layers of guards and security guards around here... Xiao Ling, in order to see you, I had to go through a lot of trouble. Turn inside."

Damn it, did he sneak in?

Xia Ling simply didn't know what to say.

Li Lei walked up to her and looked at her carefully: "What's wrong with you? You look so bad?"