Chapter 56 The Perfect Protagonist
"Physical training for actors?"
Li Xue heard a new term, and she found herself becoming more and more curious about Han Fei.
His dream was to become a comedian, but he found clues to a serial murder case while starring in a thriller movie.
Although he looks gentle and even a little weak, his physical and mental qualities are extremely strong, as if he had personally experienced the trials of hell.
Li Xue worked in criminal investigation and had seen all kinds of weird people, but this was the first time she had met someone like Han Fei.
"Don't use the things I taught you casually, and don't use them on people's vital parts. When you encounter danger, your first choice is still to call the police." Li Xue saw that Han Fei was still practicing hard, and his posture seemed to be really ready to apply what he had learned in practice, so she quickly reminded him.
"kindness."
"You don't have to be too nervous. The police have already increased the police force around here." Li Xue watched Han Fei repeat the serious training over and over again without interrupting him. "I'm leaving now. I'll notify you as soon as there's any new progress in the case."
"Okay." Han Fei continued to practice. He wanted to train these skills into body instincts. Only in this way could he better survive in the underworld full of dangers.
At noon, Han Fei made some food at home. Even when he was eating, there would be a book next to the dining table.
He used the time he used to spend on watching short videos and playing normal games to study criminal investigation, counter-reconnaissance and anti-tracking. In order to survive, he became a person who loved learning extremely.
Floating in the ocean of knowledge, Han Fei felt unprecedented fulfillment. This kind of happiness was different from the short-lived excitement. It was long-lasting and goal-oriented.
"You have to work hard quietly and surprise everyone who wants to kill you."
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Fei received a call from Jiang Yi, who wanted to have a good talk with Han Fei.
To be honest, for a director to treat an 18th-tier actor like this shows that he respects him very much.
It was almost four o'clock when Han Fei rushed to the filming location of Flower of Evil on North Street. The families of the victims were still gathered outside the apartment building, but this time they did not act impulsively. They just held up banners and protested silently, while someone was filming nearby.
"Grandpa, the human body puzzle has been re-investigated and the results should be out soon. You are old, and your body will not be able to stand like this all the time." Han Fei was taken care of by Wei Youfu in the game, so in reality he wanted to take better care of Wei Youfu's old father.
These two actually have very similar personalities, both are persistent and kind people.
"I know your intentions, but this is the only thing I can do for Youfu." The old man grabbed Han Fei's shoulders. His cloudy eyes contained complicated emotions. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed: "Thank you, young man, I like your performance as Youfu."
Han Fei once used his back to block an iron barrel full of plasma for the victims' families, and some of the victims' families also regarded him as one of their own.
"The murderer will be brought to justice. I promise you." Han Fei is just an actor. To passers-by, he has nothing to do with the case. But for some reason, the victims' families feel that what Han Fei says is inexplicably persuasive.
Their eyes towards Han Fei also became gentle, as if they could vaguely see the figures of the victims in Han Fei.
After entering the filming location, the crew led Han Fei to a room on the second floor.
As soon as the door was opened, thick smoke floated out.
Jiang Yi sat together with several other middle-aged men, and on the table between them were several scripts.
"Xiao Han, the screenwriter and I revised the script overnight. You have a good relationship with the victim's family, and I would like you to convince the victim's family on some controversial points." The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the two screenwriters were almost scratching their hair bald. It was indeed a very troublesome task to revise the script over and over again.
"Let me convince you?"
"This is the greatest respect I can show to the victims' families. If they still disagree, I will have no choice but to force the filming." Jiang Yi also has his own difficulties: "Although I am the director, this movie is not decided by me alone."
Han Fei picked up the script on the table and started reading. The beginning was great and the detective process was basically in line with reality, but it became more and more outrageous as it went on.
"The victim's family will not agree to this script, and I can't use this script to convince them." Han Fei threw the script on the table: "The complexity of the human body puzzle pattern is far beyond your imagination. Instead of making up stories like this, you might as well study the case carefully."
"How do you know we haven't done any research? That's easy to say." The middle-aged screenwriter, who was a little bald, put out the cigarette in his hand and said, "Director Jiang, I have revised the script so many times, which is considered to be the best I can do. The contract we signed did not require the consent of the victim's family to be required for the script to be approved."
“Yeah, just shoot it according to this. Why do we make movies? To solve a case? To expand influence? Stop being funny, let’s make money first.” Another screenwriter also stood up and prepared to leave.
"Director Jiang, two screenwriters, I know it's not easy for you to keep revising the script. I also know that you have made a lot of concessions. If you were replaced by another crew, I'm afraid they wouldn't care about the opinions . You have actually done a great job." Han Fei opened the window of the cabin to let the wind blow away the thick smell of smoke in the house: "But why can't you wait a little longer? This play will soon have a real ending."
"Why should we wait for the real ending? Will the audience like to watch the real ending? Do you know what the market is? Do you know what the positioning and target audience of our show are?" The bald screenwriter picked up his coat and walked towards the door. He stretched out his hand and was ready to push Han Fei aside.
"I don't know what the market is, but I know that debts must be repaid and murder must be punished with life." Han Fei stood at the door of the room, his eyes sweeping over the screenwriter's neck and soft spots.
The cold look at that moment made the screenwriter dare not put down his raised hand, and finally he flicked the dust off his shoulder awkwardly.
"Director Jiang, if you think movies are just a tool to make money, then it doesn't matter how you shoot it, but I won't participate in such a movie." Han Fei said clearly: "Although many people think I am a supporting role, an extra, or a flop, I think I am an actor, and I am also participating in a movie that absolutely cannot make mistakes."
Han Fei left the cabin after he finished speaking. Director Jiang looked at Han Fei's back and took out his cell phone.
His eyes lingered . In the end, he did not call Acheng to come back and perform according to the original script, but called the production director.
"Sister Long, can you give me a few more days?"
"More time? How much time have I given you? The lead actor is on strike, the victim's family is making trouble, and there's a lot of negative news online. It's very difficult for me too!"
"Three days, give me another three days! I have found a new candidate for the protagonist. He is much better than Ah Cheng in both character and acting skills. Most importantly, he really has the temperament to investigate murders! He is simply the most perfect protagonist in my mind!"
