Chapter 482: Infantry

Is there?

How can you say is there?

Once the words were out, Pang Ho-cheung regretted it a little.

But Pang Fat is Pang Fat; whether it's his brain or his crotch, he's always a fast shooter, and he immediately adjusted his tone, saying naturally: "... it seems there really is a little bit of it."

Connecting the front and back, it sounded as if it were one sentence.

However, Pang Ho-cheung noticed out of the corner of his eye that Johnnie To smiled at him.

Old ghost.

Pang Ho-cheung cursed again in his heart.

Afterward, he said: "Then, let's try another version in ten minutes. Brother Nuo, Sister Hong, you guys rest for ten minutes first, and come again in ten minutes. Hey you, hurry up and arrange to clean up, and reset the plates."

"Okay, Director." A deputy director in charge of props responded and walked away.

Kara Wai said: "Then I'll go out and prepare too."

"Okay, Sister Hong."

Afterward, he saw Chen Nuo also leave with Kara Wai.

Only then did Pang Ho-cheung breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Some of the idle people watching the show hadn't left yet, so he waved his hand and said: "Disperse, disperse, nothing to do, hurry up and leave!"

A field worker in his fifties, with a face full of playful smiles, stepped forward: "Director, can we watch the playback again? Didn't get enough of it just now."

Pang Ho-cheung frowned, feeling a bit unhappy in his heart. This person was an old hand at Milkyway Image; although a bit annoying, he couldn't say it directly, so he could only force a smile and respond: "Watch it later, hurry up and go do your work."

The field worker still didn't leave, smiling and saying: "Just watch it one more time, Director."

At this time, Johnnie To said indifferently: "Watch what watch, Ah De, go home and watch your wife, okay? If you want to watch, watch, did you pay? Go."

As soon as these words were out, the scene quieted down, that field worker named Ah De gave a dry laugh and turned to leave, and the rest of the people also dispersed in silence.

This corner became quiet, leaving only Pang and To and their respective assistants.

Pang Ho-cheung sat back in his chair, looking at the monitor, and didn't speak for a while.

After ten seconds, Johnnie To suddenly said: "Xiang-zai, if you feel uncomfortable in your heart, think about how many people want to sit in your position, and you'll feel comfortable."

Pang Ho-cheung laughed: "Du Sir, how could I be uncomfortable? Did you misunderstand?"

Johnnie To smiled and said: "I'll tell you the truth, actually, for the scene just now, I, like you, didn't see anything either."

"You don't need to say it, Du Sir, I really am fine."

"Xiang-zai, I'll tell you this, I'm not comforting you; I didn't see it, so I didn't see it. But I also feel it's nothing."

Saying this, Johnnie To put his fingers together and made a gesture of two parallel lines in the air. "Look, people are parallel lines, and actually, directors and actors are the same. Like this, we are here, they are there, how far apart. In this situation, either you approach them, or they approach you. This is called grinding."

Pang Ho-cheung nodded.

"But like your situation, it's very rare. They have won three European Best Actor awards, two Oscars, and are also an executive producer; it's impossible for them to approach us, so we can only approach them."

"Did you see just now? They are already in character. I heard Wong Kar-wai say this before, and only now that I see it with my own eyes do I know how exaggerated it is. This kind of talented actor, I've filmed for so many years, and I can count the ones I've seen on one hand. Such a young one, even more so, not a single one. No wonder their achievements are so high now. This is all God rewarding them with food; you can't envy it."

"So actually it's nothing; in this process, Xiang-zai, you can learn a lot. Just like the scene just now, Wong Kar-wai would definitely be able to see it. But you couldn't. But if you approach their frequency by filming their scenes, maybe after filming, you will be able to see it too."

"Xiang-zai, you are lucky; if I were twenty years younger and sitting in your position, today, I might not be Johnnie To, but Wong Kar-wai."

"You think Wong Kar-wai was born Wong Kar-wai? It's all fed by good actors."

Ten minutes later, filming restarted.

The cinematographer who filmed *Running Out of Time* and *Infernal Affairs*, Huang Zhiming, was the cinematographer for this show, and all the male lead's scenes would be filmed by him personally.

"Go early, don't let A-Yuan wait too long."

"Got it."

Doing it again, this time Chen Nuo in the lens didn't rub his eyes, nor did he turn his head. Several original expressions and actions were deleted here, leaving only the complex look while looking at the dinner plate.

"Mom, when are you going to quit your job?"

"Quit? If I quit, what will I do? What about the money you were cheated out of before? Who will pay the monthly interest?"

Chen Nuo raised his volume a bit and said: "I'll earn the money myself, I'll pay it back myself."

"You'll pay it back yourself." Kara Wai finished putting on her shoes and turned back. "Don't move after you finish eating; just leave it on the table, wait for me to come back from work to wash... buying plates every month. I'm leaving."

*Click. *

The door closed.

Pang Ho-cheung suddenly understood.

Excluding that smile from Kara Wai that shouldn't have been there,

Compared to the first time, this scene on the monitor seemed not to have as much "drama" as before, but it had a thick smell of dust rushing toward him.

Although during the communication process before filming, everyone agreed that the life scenes at the beginning must be filmed with a sense of real life to allow the audience to be immersed.

Before filming, Pang Ho-cheung was also full of confidence. After all, he was a director who had filmed several movies and won screenwriting awards.

Filming life?

Who wouldn't know how.

But now, he knew that his scenes had five points of reality, which could be called a sense of life, and seven points could be called particularly having a sense of life. But in reality, life is reality, and reality is life. Where is there any difference between five points and seven points.

As a former cerebral palsy patient who had also endured heartbreak and being cheated by friends, Xie Jiajun was unlikely to have a delicate and sensitive heart. If he were to be sentimental all day long like a literary youth, how could he possibly survive?

His mother giving him money to buy a birthday gift for his daughter might move him a little.

But rubbing eyes and shedding tears, plus clenching his fists in anger?

Absolutely impossible.

So the first set of actions was all acting.

The purpose of acting is to explain to the audience.

Just like a writer writing a novel, sometimes a dialogue is completely redundant, and writing it out is just to explain it to the reader.

But in reality, no one will explain it to you.

Don't understand?

Then just be a loser.

This kind of fucked-up world that makes you a loser if you don't agree is what life is.

"Cut, accept!"

Once a plate is broken, it can never be put back together, nor can it ever be a plate again.

But people are different.

No matter how broken a person is, as long as they are willing, life can continue.

Xie Jiajun's profession is an infantryman.

Not the kind that carries a gun, nor the kind without code.

It is the most basic delivery boy that has existed in Hong Kong since the 50s.

In this era, if this wasn't a script written by a Hong Kong person, it would be absolutely impossible to arrange such a profession for the protagonist.

Infantry, different from the "cyclist" who rides a bike, or the "racer" who rides a motorcycle, walks the streets every day carrying takeout, delivering food to customers on foot, and is the lowest-income branch of delivery boys. The monthly income isn't even enough for food, so how could it be possible to save money to pay off debts? Let his mother quit her job?

Xie Jiajun knew he had to find other ways.

"Want to make money, very simple." Lin Xue was smoking a cigarette in the alley behind the tea restaurant, his apron was dirty, and his face was even more oily. "There are so many horse tracks in Hong Kong; just win a few races and you can get rich."

Chen Nuo blinked forcefully, stuttering: "But, but, I don't know how to gamble."

Lin Xue spat, wiped the oil on his face, wiped it on his apron, and said: "What's there not to know, Uncle can teach you. However, horse racing has risks; you have to think it through."

"I..." Chen Nuo looked conflicted.

Lin Xue laughed: "Actually, if there were no risks, everyone would be rich; how would it be your turn? To tell you the truth, Ah Jun. This time, I have a brother who pulled strings and got exclusive inside information for a race tomorrow."

Chen Nuo was stunned: "What inside information?"

Lin Xue smiled and leaned in mysteriously: "Do you know 'Flying Dragon'?"

"'Flying Dragon'?"

Lin Xue nodded: "Yes. Flying Dragon, this horse recently lost five races, and every race it ran to the end. Do you know what the odds are on the horse racing guide today? Come, bring your head over, I'll tell you."

Chen Nuo stretched his head over, and Lin Xue covered his ear and whispered.

At this time, his expression had a clear rhythmic change in the close-up shot. His eyes blinked faster and faster, harder and harder, and his head was also trembling slightly.

Finally, Chen Nuo turned his head, opened his mouth wide, and said to the messy hair: "Uncle, really?"

Lin Xue finished speaking and exhaled a smoke ring: "Definitely not 100% win." Saying this, he patted his shoulder, "Ah Jun, life is a gamble; whether you can win depends on your own judgment. Uncle won't make the decision for you."

"I."

Chen Nuo spat out one word and tightly closed his mouth.

In the lens, his gaze flickered, slowly becoming firm, and his cheeks bulged.

"Cut, accept!"

"Alright, alright, finished filming, let's go, let's go." Several young people wearing work badges began to take down the road closure warning tape at the alley entrance. Among them, a young man with a pile of acne on his head looked up and saw an old woman with white hair standing in front of him, so he couldn't help but advise: "Grandma, finished filming, the people have already left, you should go quickly."

"Ah?" The old woman looked at him blankly.

"Finished filming! The people have already left! Don't wait! Go back and eat dinner! Grandma." The young man with acne shouted loudly.

"Gone, gone!"

Hearing him shout like this, the old woman didn't have much reaction, but the crowd that was still watching suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, leaving one after another. Chattering and noisy, one could hear some people speaking Cantonese, and many speaking Mandarin.

"Waited so long, didn't see anything, don't even know where they left from, sigh."

"It's okay, heard they are going to film at the racecourse in Sha Tin tomorrow, let's go earlier."

"Two beauties, where did you come from?"

"We are Hong Kong people. Who are you?"

"As soon as I heard Cantonese, I knew. Haha, beauties, are you here specifically to see Nuo-zai?" ===== CHAPTER 483 =====