This house used to be a concentration camp for the Japanese army. Later it became a warehouse for the Kuomintang and then for our army. It is still a warehouse now.
It was square like a siege city, with guard towers on all four corners, and a large open space in the center. Rooms were lined up against the walls, and the Japanese military flag had been hung - the same one worn by Zhao Junqi.
This is the property of the army and the crew borrowed it.
Chen Qi had to do some necessary socializing, but the troop leader was very motivated. These days, the troop often cooperates in filming movies, and they all have experience. He said with a smile: "Don't worry, the plane is ready. Although the original goods can't be found, but
It's quite decent to disguise it.
Whenever you need us, we will fly!"
"The aircraft you play as the Allied forces can fly over this concentration camp a few times. Can it be arranged in a V shape?"
"sure!"
"That's great. This is the Allied forces sending a signal to the people in the concentration camp to express the victory of the war. When the time comes..."
Chen Qi pointed to the center of the field and said: "We will use broken bricks to build a huge cross. It needs aerial photography. We will send a photographer up there, and we will have to trouble you!"
"It doesn't matter. We also have experience in aerial photography. Who is the photographer?"
"Zhang Yimou!"
"Here, here, here!"
Zhang Yimou carried his precious Pimple Camera and ran over: "What are your orders?"
"Do you dare to let you get on a plane to take aerial photos?"
"dare!"
"Okay, you follow the leader."
Zhang Yimou nodded and contacted the pilot. He did not feel that Chen Qi was dictating to him. Instead, he felt that Teacher Chen was a great talent in the world and a destined nobleman.
In later generations, drones were used for aerial photography. Nowadays, the photographer has to physically get on the plane and lean out half of the body, which is very dangerous...
Chen Qi walked around a few times and looked at the layout. He collected a lot of information and merged it into such a concentration camp: adults and children inside had to engage in production, growing vegetables, herding sheep, cleaning drainage pipes, paving roads, moving stones, etc.
At the beginning of 1945, supplies were extremely scarce. Breakfast was only one cup of tea four days a week, and one ounce of porridge on the other three days. One ounce was approximately equal to 29 milliliters.
They had boiled vegetables for lunch but no dinner, so they were all very hungry and skinny.
Relatives and friends from outside and the International Red Cross would send supplies, but good goods like chocolate and canned meat were all taken over by the Japanese soldiers. At most, they would be left with a rotten sandwich.
Getting sick is the most terrifying thing, because Japanese doctors experimented on them, injected them with various unknown drugs, and finally threw them into incinerators. Due to the lack of information, it is still a mystery how many overseas Chinese the Japanese army killed.
The Japanese doctor is Elder Jinchi...
"When we film the scene of queuing up for food, just come over one by one, and your expressions should be a little numb!"
Li Wenhua's voice came over there, followed by the voice of the translator. The foreigners responded sparsely, and Li Wenhua asked again: "Where is the Italian actor?"
"What's going on?" Marino asked.
"Your personality is more outgoing and outgoing. You have to show a disgusted expression and mutter and curse."
When the translator relayed the message, Marino sneered: "This is my expression of disgust, isn't it great?"
"What did he say?" Li Wenhua asked.
"Well……"
The translator was a little sweaty: "He said he knew and would do it well."
"Oh, that's good!"
"Ha ha!"
Seeing that Li Wenhua obviously didn't understand, Marino turned around and raised an eyebrow at the person next to him: "Look, they seem to have lived hundreds of years ago!"
After a while, the shooting officially started.
There was a large table with many small bowls on it, and an actress was responsible for serving rice, giving each person an ounce of porridge.
Everyone lined up in ragged clothes and numb expressions. Gong Xue and Yan Shunkai were both inside, their makeup was dirty, and they were anxious and nervous. Gong Xue took Fang Chao's hand - yes, it was Fang Chao again, in "Mother"
He played the son in "Love Me Again", and this time he is the son again.
When they came closer, Yan Shunkai held up the small bowl with a sad face and sighed.
Gong Xue also received the porridge.
The scene here is that the family has been coming in for a while and is seeing less and less food.
The American played by Ed took the initiative to speak to the other party, naturally using English: "Let's continue the game yesterday. You help me catch lice, and I will give you food."
Fang Chao couldn't understand English, but he felt Gong Xue pinch his hand. This kid was smart and knew what to say.
As a result, before he could say anything, Li Wenhua shouted: "Stop!"
"That Italian actor in the back, why do you smoke?"
Everyone turned around, and Marino stood at the back with a cigarette in his mouth.
Li Wenhua suppressed the fire and explained: "This is a concentration camp. Where did you get the cigarette? Even if there was any, you hid it privately. In the end, you were thrown into the incinerator for hiding the cigarette!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about!"
Marino plays dumb.
"We are filming a story about a concentration camp, and you are playing an Italian, your own compatriot. Please be more serious! We respect you as a professional actor, and we also ask you to show a professional attitude!"
Translation conveys.
"I don't understand what you are talking about either. Can't any of you communicate?"
Marino disagrees. He pretends to be a grandson in Hollywood, but that doesn’t mean he has to pretend to be a grandson in China.
"you!"
Li Wenhua was furious, but he had no choice. This was a foreigner.
In fact, if we really didn't take foreigners seriously twenty years ago, then the American emperor would have been a mortal enemy and it would have been nice not to give them a violent beating.
"Okay, it's useless for you to say this..."
Seeing that they couldn't handle it, Chen Qi had to stand up and said, "They don't understand. We need to change it to content that foreigners can understand."
After he finished speaking, he took a few steps towards Marino and cursed directly in English: "I paid you a high price, so you can film for me honestly and put away your shitty attitude! I sold a film for 7 million US dollars.
Your mother, grandma, and your whole family together can't sell enough! You're a guy who licks the butt of a producer in Hollywood. How can you pretend to be a big star here?
If you don’t shoot, go back!
Why do you think I can find actors in the United States? I will tell the Producers Alliance straight away that trash like you has no professional ability and professional ethics. You will never be able to take on another movie in the future!"
"..."
All 29 foreigners looked at him, as if they had seen a ghost.
Marino's face turned red and white. He was not afraid of anything else, but he was really afraid of the Producers Alliance! This guy was afraid of what he should be. He quickly threw away the cigarette, stepped on it a few times, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry for my attitude."
And I’m deeply sorry!”
"Don't do it to me, to the director!"
"Sorry director, I will let you see my value!"
"Forget it, keep shooting!"
Li Wenhua, a tool man, is certainly generous.
"Don't give them a good look, scold them when they need to be scolded!"
Chen Qi patted Li Wenhua and stood aside to watch. The staff who originally followed him could only smile. The staff of Shanghai Film Studio were shocked. Aren't they afraid that the allies would be surprised?
No matter what they think, foreigners are much more honest.
To put it bluntly, if these people were really good, they wouldn't come to China to film movies. They are just cowards, and they will be soft when they are tough.
Chapter completed!