Chapter 61

He handed the script and character information to Shen Teng; actually, after seeing this group of Twisted Dough, he already had some ideas about the characters.

However, everything depends on the audition results.

After parting ways with Shen Teng, he later received a call from Lao Zhao on the road.

They said that over at Midi, the venue is ready, and the Big Guitar can start being built.

Of course, it's not really possible to build a statue with steel and cement; the cost would be too high.

They plan to make two prop models out of foam, and to avoid exposure, they will try to avoid close-ups and use long shots during filming.

In the plot, the scene of demolishing the statue is scheduled for a rainy night, relying on the darkness for cover.

If needed, they can insert a couple of close-ups of broken stones to play a montage.

As for the final performance of the grand finale, they might as well make another model of the Big Guitar that has been destroyed.

In this regard, film and magic work on the same principle—both are games of visual trickery; many classic magic tricks are also completed through editing, aren't they?

"Master Ci, I want to discuss something with you."

After discussing business, Lao Zhao reverted to his usual unserious tone.

"Speak, is it for Lao Xue again?"

"Not this time."

"Oh?"

Xue Er Qian's role is basically set; these days he's been desperately practicing drums, and I heard he's lost several pounds.

If they don't give him this role, Chen Ci would feel a bit guilty.

"Hehe, this time it's for myself..."

"Want more money? I can't decide that; go ask Shi San."

Chen Ci directly brought up Shi San—good grief, I haven't even mentioned money yet.

"Money... we'll talk later. Master Ci, look at me—I'm busy to the point of exhaustion for the film; even if I have no merit, I've put in the effort. When the movie is released, won't there be... ah."

"Just say what you have to say; I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

"Haha, I just want to add my name in the film; my request isn't high—just being an assistant director would do!"

"You still assistant..."

Chen Ci couldn't help laughing in the car: "There's no assistant director; I only have an executive director here, but both roles require someone who can get things done—you're still far off."

Chen Ci thought of the few members of Twisted Dough who had voluntarily offered themselves as cheap labor; although they lack film and television experience, coincidentally, Chen Ci is also a first-timer.

"Then... just give me any title, that'll do."

"Anything? Then you can be the music director—it matches your specialty perfectly."

Chen Ci recalled that Lao Zhao had served as music director on Wo Xing Wo Xiu, and he has plenty of experience and connections.

It works out to hand all music-related work to him, and Chen Ci can relax as well.

"Thank you, Master Ci, for your guidance; I will..."

Alright, I feel like working; when it's done I'll come to inspect.

Got it...

After some recent events, I told Chen Ci a principle: to accomplish something, using people is the most crucial.

Take the people around him as an example: Lao Zhao is smart but not diligent; to deal with him, you need to hook him with benefits, making him diligent.

Pang Zi is neither smart nor diligent; Chen Ci doesn't have high hopes for him—just let him act well and do his job.

And Shi San is not smart but especially diligent; Chen Ci least wants to order him around.

Being not smart makes mistakes easy; adding diligence means frequent mistakes. Better to just honestly be his backer.

After thinking it over, the only one who is both smart and diligent is Chen Ci himself.

Sigh~ No wonder I'm so exhausted day after day; "the able bear more work" is exactly this...

Returning home, but Mei Na's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Ci thought Xiao Tong had come by and taken Mei Na out to play.

Just as he was about to call Xiao Tong to confirm, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the bathroom direction.

Chen Ci went over to check; it turned out Mei Na was washing clothes.

The washing machine kept spinning, her hands weren't idle either, vigorously rubbing a handful of foam.

Before he could speak, Mei Na exclaimed happily: "Brother-in-law? You're back!"

"Just leave the clothes for me to wash, or let your sister Mao Mao help."

Before, it was always like that: ordinary clothes Chen Ci tossed together into the washing machine, while intimate items were left for Xiao Tong to help with.

"Brother-in-law, I'm not a child; I also washed your clothes together."

As she spoke, a strand of hair slipped onto her forehead; she brushed it away, leaving a clump of foam.

It looks like she has fully adapted to life here, becoming part of it.

Earlier, Chen Ci asked Mei Na if she wanted to return to the accommodation arranged by the show; she just pursed her lips and said nothing, sticking to him all day without leaving his side.

Indeed, who would want to stay in a small guesthouse when there's a big villa?

Chen Ci chuckled: "You still help me wash..."

Suddenly, the smile on Chen Ci's face froze: "Mei Na, where did those socks on your legs come from?"

His gaze lowered; Mei Na's slender, snow-white legs were now shrouded in an extra layer of black light...

Mei Na tilted her small face in puzzlement: "From your pocket, brother-in-law."

Chen Ci felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue; he could no longer look straight, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

After a while he couldn't utter a word; even Mei Na sensed something was off.

Brother-in-law, it wasn't meant for me……

Chen Ci didn't know how to respond, and could only say bitterly: "Mei Na, maybe we should just take it off."

Why, brother-in-law?

It, it's not suitable for you.

Chen Ci felt a headache, wondering what exactly he was saying.

Huh? But I feel it's comfortable and pretty……

Helpless, Chen Ci could only say sternly: "Mei Na, listen."

Oh.

Mei Na pouted her little lips and replied, although a bit reluctant, she still obediently listened and did as told……

Wait, Mei Na, did you wash it before wearing it?

Now there is a very real problem facing Chen Ci: what to do with it after Mei Na takes it off?

Huh? I smelled something fragrant, so I thought it was clean and didn't wash it……

Fragrant?

Oh, these are brand-name stockings bought from a specialty store, possibly treated with fragrance; Chen Ci had smelled them before……cough cough.

Now the problem is even more serious: Mei Na wore it without washing, and it's picked up other smells……In short, it can no longer be called the original flavor……It just feels off no matter how you say it!

Chen Ci felt torn; if he just threw it away, it seemed too wasteful……

Brother-in-law, do I really look bad in this?

Mei Na's voice sounded at just the right moment, a little weak, and with a hint of inexplicable grievance?

Mei Na looks good in anything; if you really like it, you should wash it before wearing again……

Chen Ci didn't even know what state of mind he was in when he said that; he only remembered Mei Na nodding happily.

Mm!

Fortunately, at that moment the home phone rang, which rescued Chen Ci.

He hurried over to answer the phone, his only thought being to escape.

Hello?

A Ci……

Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Chen Ci said helplessly: "Gu Ma, can't you just say everything at once?"

Could Gu Ma be addicted to lecturing? Or addicted to scolding herself?

A Ci, you've misunderstood Gu Ma; this time I want to talk to you about serious matters, discuss cooperation.

Cooperation?