Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Choose to Keep Filming or Leave on Your Own
In the sixth round, Weng Chenjie whispered with a sneer, “Don’t think that woman can back you up. The way she deals with , I’ll make sure to repay each and every bit on you.”
Lin Weichen’s hands, which hung by his sides, unconsciously tightened. The mont he saw Senior Weng forcefully placing his hand around his neck again, he lifted his leg and kicked straight into his groin.
“Ahh—” Weng Chenjie imdiately let out a heart-wrenching scream, pointing at Lin Weichen in disbelief, “You you you…”
“Lin Weichen, how could you kick soone!” Weng Chenjie’s agent from below the stage was also in a panic.
“Sorry about that, Senior Weng was choking to the point of nearly suffocating, it was just an instinctive reaction. You okay, Senior Weng?” Lin Weichen quickly and earnestly apologized, the guilt clear on his face.
He already had a low presence in the film crew and was very cooperative with the filming, so naturally, everyone believed him.
Especially seeing that his neck had turned red, they couldn’t help but feel Senior Weng had been too ruthless.
In fact, these marks had just been made when they went back on set to resu filming, Weng Chenjie had only just planned to apply that much force, and yet Lin Weichen kicked him.
“Enough is enough, Senior Weng. How many tis do you plan to shoot the sa scene? Even if you have a problem with him, don’t delay us. We still have another scene to shoot together.”
The lead actress was getting impatient. She had been made up and waiting for half an hour.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that Weng Chenjie disliked Lin Weichen, but as it usually didn’t affect her interests, it didn’t matter to her. Today, however, it was her ti being wasted.
If her makeup hadn’t been done yet, she would have already left and co back tomorrow.
“It wasn’t , he…” Weng Chenjie’s face turned red with strain, trying to explain but seemingly powerless.
Because the red mark on Lin Weichen’s neck was just too prominent!
“It’s all my fault, I couldn’t stand Senior Weng’s choking.” Lin Weichen also quickly admitted his error.
This submissive deanor made it hard for others not to feel bad for him.
Mao Mao was also dumbfounded. Could this be sothing that the usually obedient and honest Brother Weichen would say?
Only Sang Qiao looked on with an unfazed expression. You always like to ss around during shoots, right? Then today, let’s shoot enough scenes in one go.
“You damned green tea b****!” Weng Chenjie was fuming mad, no longer planning on ssing with him, he was starving to death.
Anyway, this drama had only just begun not long ago. He’ll have his day to get back at Lin Weichen!
“Alright, let’s get it together and try to get it in one take,” the director interjected, smoothing things over.
In the seventh round, Weng Chenjie was well-behaved and focused on filming. After only getting two lines out, Lin Weichen sneezed.
In the eighth round, Lin Weichen forgot his lines.
In the ninth round, Lin Weichen broke the rope.
Weng Chenjie wasn’t an idiot; he could clearly see that Lin Weichen was doing it on purpose!
“Can you actually shoot or not!”
“Sorry about that, Senior Weng, I’m a bit exhausted from the day’s events with you, and my head is spinning. I’ll be sure to concentrate from now on.”
Lin Weichen’s apologies remained swift.
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re doing this on purpose. Screw this, I’m not filming anymore!” Weng Chenjie was infuriated. He was always the one playing tricks on others, and this was the first ti soone had played him, how could he not be angry about it.
He said this and made to leave. After all, he had always been this spontaneous, and even the director couldn’t do anything about him.
The scene was as quiet as usual, and Sang Qiao’s sweet, calm voice rose, “If you’re going to be unprofessional, we’ll replace you.”
“Who do you think you are, saying you can just replace people? Do you have any idea how much money I’ve invested?” Weng Chenjie turned his head to look at her, sneering. He didn’t know whether to call this young lady naive or stupid!
Sang Qiao pulled out a business card from her purse and handed it to the director, “Rose Entertainnt will invest ten million. I will have soone contact you shortly. I only have one demand: everyone must be professional.”
The director was utterly shocked upon receiving the business card, was this Sister Qiao, the president of Rose Entertainnt?
She actually looked so young.
He joyfully accepted the business card, “Yes, yes, of course, we must ensure everyone is professional.”
After all, their production was just a small-budget web series that was desperately in need of funds. That’s why Weng Chenjie, having invested just one million, acted like he owned the place.
“Are you Sang Qiao?” Weng Chenjie’s face turned red with embarrassnt, hardly believing that the CEO of a company would show up on such a small set to stand up for one of her artists.
Sang Qiao said, “Choose whether to continue shooting or leave.”
“I’ll shoot,” Weng Chenjie gritted his teeth and had no choice but to head back.
He had been in the industry for many years but had never achieved any significant success. This web series, however, had one of the better scripts in recent years. He had invested money into it, hoping for a modest hit.
If he walked away now, there was no telling where his next script would co from, and he might have to deal with an extended period without work.
“Fine, you always can’t find the feel and have flubbed so many tis, stop wasting everyone else’s ti. Practice with a wooden dummy until you learn, then you can pair up with Weichen again. Mao Mao, take Weichen to eat.”
Sang Qiao’s words made Weng Chenjie, who was walking back, pause in his tracks again.
His face was the picture of embarrassnt, and he said, struggling, “I’ve already found the feel, I don’t need to practice.”
“You said that a mont ago, but you still flubbed several tis,” Sang Qiao chuckled softly. Her voice was sweet, but her words were frightening.
“That was obviously because…” Weng Chenjie stopped abruptly—he certainly couldn’t admit he did it on purpose.
“Practice then. If you don’t get it right tomorrow, I won’t mind replacing you.”
“…I can get it right,” Weng Chenjie clenched his teeth and returned to the stage, beginning to practice with the wooden dummy.
Weng Chenjie’s agent felt terrible for his artist, but there was nothing he could do.
“Everyone else can leave. Just have soone keep an eye on him. Triple the pay, let him practice about a dozen tis more before letting him leave. I really don’t want to see anyone affecting the shooting progress tomorrow.”
“I’ll stay to watch over Senior Weng!”
“I can too!”
The crew mbers scrambled over one another, none wanting to miss out on the triple overti pay.
“Director, you decide. I’ll take Weichen and leave first. I hope everyone gets along well with our Brother Weichen in the upcoming shoots,” Sang Qiao had no intention of making arrangents herself.
She strode towards Lin Weichen’s car.
“Yes, yes, sure, everyone will get along very well.” The director was all smiles. With such a significant investnt secured, they would no longer need to treat Weng Chenjie like royalty.
The actors on set all looked on with envious eyes.
What kind of fairy-tale company was Rose Entertainnt, with a boss that would actually visit the set and stand up for her own artists?
“Envious of Lin Weichen, who would have thought he was so low-key, with such strong backing from his boss, yet no temper at all.”
“I’ve always dread of working for Rose Entertainnt, but I’ve sent my résumé twice and got rejected both tis, how sad.”
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