The Former Wife of Invisible Wealthy Man

Chapter 65: Go ahead, what do you want me to help you with? (2)

With a wave of his hand, Director Zhou said, “Start again.”

Ye Sui barely shifted her attention. Seeing the ghost was watching her act. It would be nice if her legs did not tremble.

Ye Sui managed to let herself into the mood and performed according to the plot of the drama. Director Zhou didn’t speak. He didn’t blame Ye Sui, which means Ye Sui did a good job.

“Next scene.”Director Zhou

For the scene to be filmed now, Ye Sui suggested it to the director, but Director Zhou did not take it. Again, Ye Sui did it according to the script.

This time, Director Zhou still did not speak. Unexpectedly, Ye Sui’s performance was done wonderfully.

Of course, Zhou Dao didn’t want to boast about Ye Sui. He began to review the scene just taken. The camera began to play, but something strange happened.

The camera suddenly sounded the voice of “stab, stab-” in the silent air, it was especially clear.

Moreover, only snowflakes appeared on the screen, and the scene just taken was completely lost.

Ye Sui glanced at the ghost behind Director Zhou. Listening to the ghost spoke triumphantly, “The little girl’s proposal is quite good. I’ve made so many movies and my vision is much more accurate than yours.”

“If you don’t listen to her, I won’t let you do it.”

The assistant whispered, “Director, this is strange. The lights went out for no reason, the camera is still broken now, maybe ... “

The assistant looked around and swallowed in fear: “...perhaps there is a ghost.”

Director Zhou kept staring at the camera. He suddenly said, “What culture is it now?”

The assistant was confused, but he replied: “Cultural Socialism.”

Director Zhou asked again: “Have you learned Marxism by heart?”

T/N: Marxism- It describes a situation of temporal and ontological disjunction in which presence is replaced by a deferred non-origin.

Assistant: “I have read it before.”

Director Zhou made a decisive conclusion: “Copy it 300 times again and wash your head, which has been carried away by feudal superstition.”

Assistant: “...”

Director Zhou, who insisted on talking about cultural socialism, adjusted the camera and waved his hand:“Re-shoot!” He did not believe it, it must be that the machine was not adjusted just now.

Ye Sui acted it again, Director Zhou was staring at the screen. This time, the screen was not snowflake-like, and the picture finally appeared.

Director Zhou, worked indeed as expected according to his thought.But soon his smile froze and the photo came out, but that was not the scene he just took.

It was a picture of his last movie, which was shot two years ago.

The assistant’s mental state completely collapsed. He shivered and said, “Director, there must be a ghost. There must be ghosts.”

Director Zhou’s face was pale. After a long time, he snorted and summoned the courage to say: “Even though there is a ghost, he is now a bad old man. If you’re old, you don’t have any culture! “

The director’s ghost behind him suddenly widened his eyes. What? Is he a bad old man? No culture? This is simply the greatest shame he has received in his directing career!

Ye Sui saw the director ghost suddenly run to the front of Director Zhou and swung his big hand at Director Zhou’s head and cursing words came out.

“You son of a bitch, I eat more salt(admire) than you eat rice. You were not even born when I made the movie!”

“A young girl who just started her career sees you better than you do. You are brainless. Will listening to others’ opinions kill you?”

“Also said I’m old? I was very graceful when I was alive. When I died, I was welcomed by a stunning female ghost, you little imp!”

The director ghost said a word and knocked Director Zhou’s head. Ye Sui watched helplessly as Director Zhou’s head fell slowly bit by bit uncontrollably.

The assistant next to him glanced at Director Zhou and hesitated to ask, “Director, are you sleepy?”