HCB Chapter 308 Last-minute substitution?
Chapter 308 Last-minute substitution?
You don't mind?
Bo Bing thought to herself, "Do I still have any shame?!"
The other person was reclining on the sofa, their eyes sparkling, a captivating red dot between their brows, and their porcelain-like skin shimmering like a lotus flower in the moonlight. The young man felt as if the other person was a beautiful ghost from the TV series "Painted Skin: Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," possessing a beautiful appearance but devouring human souls.
He couldn't help but glance at the other person's disheveled collar...
Uh, her bare shoulder is partially exposed...?!
He roughly grabbed the man by the collar and stuffed him tightly into his clothes.
Yin Su didn't stop the other person from buttoning their clothes. "What are you thinking about? Don't want anyone to see?"
"I'm carefully considering whether the popular movie star's sloping shoulders are actually sloping shoulders," Bo Bing said, holding the other man's ankle to avoid his kiss. With a clever move, she threw him onto the sofa and then bent down to pat the man's cheek. "Don't be a dead dog, get up."
Ignoring that sentence, it actually has a flirtatious feel to it.
Yin Su was amused and persisted, "Where's my kiss?"
"Who agreed?"
Bo Bing stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes. "Don't delay the filming schedule of my final scene."
He didn't want any mishaps in his performance during the final scene; it was only a few shots, but the reshoot process was already quite troublesome.
"understood."
Yin Su could tell that Bo Bing was already in work mode. Knowing that his kiss was out of the question, he could only helplessly lean back on the sofa and straighten his clothes. "It's like having an affair, quite exciting."
"speak nicely."
After changing into her costume, Bo Bing pulled a bottle of drink from under her chair. "You really have a lot of free time. Have you finished your business in X City?"
"Not yet, I have to go back tomorrow," Yin Su said, taking the green tea drink that Bo Bing tossed to him. He glanced at the ingredient list, frowned, and tossed the drink onto the coffee table. "I won't drink it. It's too sugary. I need to maintain my figure and skin condition."
Bo Bing sneered, but then took out a bottle of mineral water and gave it to him.
"Buy my ticket too."
"Ok."
Yin Su smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap.
Bo Bing's flashback scenes were actually filmed very quickly. He already knew these scenes by heart and finished all the shots within two hours. The difficulty lay in filming the final scene. Chen Hongpeng and the screenwriter had circled around this scene many times. After finally preparing the set and lighting, the two amateur dancers failed to achieve the effect the director wanted.
Yin Su came to visit the set, but it wasn't a public event, and the production team didn't publicize it.
They all knew that Sun Qiuping had previously been Yin Su's exclusive agent. Although he managed several other celebrities, they were clearly assigned to other agents, and Sun Qiuping only made decisions on major issues. However, Bo Bing was different from the others. They knew that Bo Bing had suffered a comminuted fracture of her left scaphoid bone while saving Yin Su, which affected her entire left arm, so they wouldn't deliberately cause trouble for the two of them over this matter.
Furthermore, Chen Hongpeng genuinely admires martial arts performers like Bo Bing. It's worth noting that there's a significant generation of young martial arts performers like him in the entertainment industry. Nowadays, the most outstanding performers are mostly middle-aged or older martial arts performers. They are impressive, but their roles are inevitably limited. However, if other young actors are used to replace them, their lack of skill makes the wire work look stiff, like they're being pulled up from dry land, which is simply not visually appealing.
The long take of Bo Bing's fight with Chen Shicheng, which was done in one continuous shot, is just as good as any martial arts film that was nominated for an award.
Chen Hongpeng, sweating profusely, gave instructions. As time ticked by, even the onlookers showed signs of exhaustion, let alone the two main extras.
Off the field, Yin Su reverted to his handsome and aloof demeanor, his legs naturally crossed, one hand supporting his head as he intently observed the scene.
Bo Bing stood to his side and slightly behind, arms crossed, waiting for Chen Hongpeng to adjust.
After a 15-minute break, the crew and actors were all exhausted. Chen Hongpeng's throat was parched. He returned to his seat, took a sip of water, and leaned back in his chair looking dejected. He was about to tell Bo Bing that they probably wouldn't be able to finish filming today and that they should go home first.
Turning his head, he saw Yin Suzheng talking to Bo Bing.
He suddenly realized something and immediately stood up.
"Wait, Mr. Yin Su," he stood up, swallowing hard, "I remember you know quite a few social dances, don't you...?"
Yin Su raised an eyebrow and immediately understood what the other party meant. He looked at Chen Hongpeng with a half-smile and said, "Director Chen, my appearance fee is not low."
Chen Hongpeng chuckled dryly. It was just a low-to-medium budget web series; how could they so easily afford to hire Yin Su, a three-time Golden Horse Award winner? Besides, the filming of "Underlying Logic" had been unexpectedly canceled, and he had stood up Tianci.
Chen Hongpeng was just trying his luck, and Yin Su's reaction was exactly what he expected. He sighed in disappointment and turned to Bo Bing, "Xiao Bing, I remember you told Shi Cheng that you knew a little bit of partner dancing, right?"
“Waltz and tango,” Bo Bing nodded generously, “not from a formal training background.”
The waltz was something I learned in my previous life from a specialized etiquette teacher, while the tango was a skill assigned to me by the system.
Chen Hongpeng's eyes lit up. "It's okay, Xiaobing, you try it out with that actress first, and we'll see if it doesn't work out."
Bo Bing had no reason to disagree with adding more screen time to herself, but as soon as she took a step, Yin Su grabbed her forearm, and Bo Bing felt a pain in her bones from the force of his grip.
"Director Chen, I didn't say I agreed."
Yin Su's voice carried a subtle sense of oppression.
Chen Hongpeng's face stiffened.
The handsome man tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, and looked at Chen Hongpeng. “However, if Xiaobing is willing, how about replacing the other extra with me? I’ll have Sun Qiuping contact the two extras for this segment and offer them three times their usual pay.”
Bo Bing and Chen Hongpeng both gasped; Chen Hongpeng was pleasantly surprised, while Bo Bing was terrified.
“Yin Su... Teacher, this is inappropriate.”
Bo Bing tried to withdraw her hand discreetly, but she obviously failed.
"Director Chen?"
Yin Su lowered his tone.
“It’s suitable, it’s suitable,” Chen Hongpeng patted Bo Bing on the shoulder. “Xiao Bing, don’t feel pressured. Don’t worry, if it’s really not suitable, I won’t scold you.”
"That old fox," Bo Bing gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you say this to Yin Su?"
Chen Hongpeng hurriedly went to discuss the matter with his staff.
Bo Bing flung Yin Su's hand away, her expression unreadable. "Why are you getting involved?"
"Why is my godfather so mean to me?"
Yin Su stood up and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Won't you try warming up first?"
"Don't get it wrong, Teacher Yin Su."
Bo Bing glanced at him, took a step back, and gentlemanly extended her hand, "You dance the women's steps."