When Zhang Shuangcheng saw a group of people emerging from the water, his mind went blank, and the unfinished words stuck in his throat. His back chilled slightly, seeming to break out in a cold sweat.
Not just Zhang Shuangcheng, but other members of the crew were the same. The male lead Ding Jue, who was about to act opposite Song Jixing on the shore, even shrank back several steps.
It was probably the first time they had seen over a hundred people coming straight out of the water...
It was just too terrifying and bizarre!
Song Jixing was very helpless. She couldn't control these things. People came as they wished, parachuting in directly. Not working was not an option, otherwise she wouldn't be able to support her fellow sect members.
Fortunately they didn't drop down from the sky, but emerged from the water.
Song Jixing didn't have much spiritual energy left. She couldn't conceal the appearance of these people even if she wanted to, she could only watch them appear.
The ones floating up from the water's surface were menial laborers from the outer area of the treasure vault. That day was the once-in-fifty-years day to open the treasure vault. The True Cultivators of the Qingyun Sect who had formed their Golden Cores were going to enter the treasure vault to pick out magic treasures, so they had also summoned a group of disciples to come and clean up.
They had just finished tidying up the main peak, and were about to go to other places, when they were suddenly swept up by a flash of white light. Immediately afterwards they found themselves in the water.
The crowd looked left and right, seeming not to understand how they had suddenly changed environments, and could not sense the slightest trace of spiritual energy.
Song Jixing sent secret sounds into everyone's ears, instructing them to follow her orders.
This stalemate only lasted a few dozen seconds before everyone seemed to have found their backbone. Together they faced the front.
The man at the head, with a hairpin in his hair, spoke up, "Director, why haven't you started shooting yet? We're almost suffocating down there in the water!"
The one named Director Zhang Shuangcheng uttered a few ah's.
"Me?" Zhang Shuangcheng said blankly.
"Yes, you! Weren't you the one who sent people to hire us as assassins? We can all swim, but we can't stay in the water all the time! Something could happen! You have to pay us extra!" The man said, climbing up onto the shore a few steps.
Originally Zhang Shuangcheng was scared out of his wits, thinking he had encountered some supernatural event. In his decades of filming all over the country, he had heard many strange tales. He thought this time it had fallen on his own head.
So as it turns out, it was just extras who had gotten the wrong filming location!
The river dug in the film set wasn't too deep. To facilitate filming for the various crews and save costs, in addition to planting quite dense trees, there were also many similar scene designs.
It was common for people to get the wrong filming location, but the first time so many people got the wrong place.
Zhang Shuangcheng breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling somewhat alarmed. "You've gotten the wrong filming location! Although we're shooting a period drama here, it's just a small indie production. Look, only two people are wearing costumes."
Zhang Shuangcheng gestured at Song Jixing and Ding Jue on the boat, to highlight how poor their crew was.
"Then why did you make us swim all this way, saying there were cameras down there in the water? Weren't you kidding us! You even got the place wrong!" The man at the head was now somewhat angry.
The hundred some people behind him chimed in, "That's right!"
"Filming is so hard! My skin is peeling from soaking in the water!"
"It can't really be the wrong place!"
"Then where is the filming crew?"
One way or another, the group cursed and complained as they climbed out of the water onto the shore.
Most of them had black mud from the riverbed clinging to them, looking extremely dirty. Their whole bodies were soaked.
The young female staff who had been frightened by these people suddenly emerging from the water now felt a bit sympathetic.
Being an extra wasn't easy. Soaking in water, baking in the hot sun, playing dead bodies lying all day, they didn't have assistants. Getting jobs depended basically on scrambling for them, and the pay wasn't very high either.
Getting the wrong filming location, waiting in the wrong place, they basically didn't get paid from the crew.
Thinking of them diving into the water in thick clothes and wigs, soaking in the green river water for half a day, only to get the wrong location.
Immediately a kindhearted person asked caringly, "Which crew are you guys from? If you can't find them I can help ask around."
"A bald guy! Tall and skinny!" the man at the head yelled loudly, keeping in mind Song Jixing's order to act fierce!
He had to act fierce!
A bald, tall and skinny guy?
People who ran around crews for years, a lot weren't exactly fat, and could be called skinny.
As for baldness, wasn't that common among young people nowadays? Middle-aged men even more so.
At these words, several men in the crew immediately put on hats, covering their bare scalps.
Seeing the fierceness of the extras!
The previously enthusiastic staff member was no longer as cordial, just pointing to the side, "It's around here somewhere, just look around yourselves."
After watching the hundred some people leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But alarmed by the sudden incident, they no longer felt the previous urgency.
Especially Zhang Shuangcheng, who now felt uneasy. He glanced at the other staff, also not in the mood. Looking up at the sun obscured by a few large white clouds,
he cleared his throat and said, "The lighting's no good now, let's take a break and start again later! Everyone rest up!"
Naturally the crew nodded in agreement.
As for Zhang Shuangcheng's intended lecture for Song Jixing, he cast it aside. Exhausted, he found a chair to sit in, seeming to soothe the shock he had just experienced.
Taking advantage of this break, Song Jixing continued giving instructions via sound transmission to those hundred some menial disciples, telling them to go rest in the pavilion where extras often took breaks.
Song Jixing also quickly sent a message to Senior Martial Brother Shen Feixian.
[116 people have arrived, hurry and get vehicles arranged!]
Song Jixing also sent a location, for her senior martial brother to come resolve this quickly.
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On the other side, the menial disciples filling up the pavilion were given some instructions by Song Jixing's secret voice transmission, letting them know this was a mortal world without spiritual energy. Their hearts were filled with some bewilderment and curiosity.
After all the attire and clothing of the people here were so strange.
There were many extras in the film set. Some were on break, some had finished work for the day and came to rest.
People came and went, finding places to sit in the pavilion. Seeing this group not speaking, not on their phones, dressed in muddy costumes.
Even dirty, the costumes were made of good material, marking a crew that spent money. Familiarly someone greeted them, "Brothers, which crew are you from? Need people? Let's earn together!"
That menial disciple looked suspiciously at the person beside him. Not understanding some of the meaning in his words, he also didn't answer as Song Jixing had instructed!
"Oh, I get it! You're specially invited extras! Signed a non-disclosure agreement right, can't say anything! Don't worry, we're all our own people!"
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