Chapter 596: Chapter 595 Shooting 4_1 Chapter 596: Chapter 595 Shooting 4_1 Huang Gang immediately lifted the loudspeaker and shouted to everyone, “Change the set, is the ambulance ready? Have the extras change their clothes and get on set right away!”
Fu Yan felt a bit joyful after receiving the director’s confirmation, despite being somewhat nervous before filming. For some reason, as soon as Qiao Xiaren entered into character, it would impart a genuine touch to him, and he’d instinctively start acting along with her.
“Director, everything is ready over there.”
Upon hearing the assistant’s words, Huang Gang nodded, “Alright, onto the next scene!”
Everyone quickly moved to the new set, and Yang Qin called over many people to help, frantically getting Fang Yuanming to the hospital. After a careful examination, the hospital declared that the patient’s ear had been cut off. Fang Yuanming needed surgery, which would cost 100,000 Euros.
“Miss, please come with me to make the payment.”
Yang Qin still clutched half of Fang Yuanming’s ear, holding it tightly in front of her lest it get dirty, hoping it could be reattached. Upon hearing the doctor’s words, she became somewhat stupefied, with the echo of the doctor’s voice lingering in her ears.
100,000 Euros was an astronomical figure for two vagabond delinquents. They couldn’t even afford 10,000 Euros.
Against a backdrop of a startlingly white hue, Fang Yuanming lay there and struggled to utter, “I’m alright, let’s go home”.
“What are you talking about? It’s just 100,000 Euros, we’ll have it soon.” Yang Qin stared at him fiercely, “Stay in the hospital, and in a short while, I’ll get the money together! Are you going back to that shabby room to die?”
Her voice suddenly dropped on the last sentence. Fang Yuanming, of course, knew that Yang Qin was unlikely to be able to find such a large sum of money, and he smiled resignedly. The scene finally froze on their tightly clasped hands.
The rest of the scenes were focused on shooting at night.
The camera abruptly switched to a bar, where its neon sign was particularly glaring in the dark night. The tavern was splashed with dazzling lights and was filled with noise and animation, imparting a sense of allure and ambiguity.
In order to gather enough money for Fang Yuanming’s medical expenses, Yang Qin had to gulp down alcohol and keep company with the patrons. Her youthful face, already numb from constant harassment, looked dispirited yet unusually clear-minded.
“Little beauty, you sure can hold your liquor!”
Yang Qin was laughing, her eyes red from drinking looked like the color of blood, and her crooked smile was reckless and frivolous.
A group of men surrounded her, and a lecherous hand reached out: “Sweetheart, want to have some fun over there?”
Yang Qin uttered with a drawn-out tone, appearing flirtatious under the increasingly frivolous movements of the Western men. Amid the darkness, there seemed to be a glimpse of fireworks as slender male fingers came into view.
You could hardly make out his entire figure, but that fleeting moment when the light shone revealed his exceptionally handsome face, as well as his indifferent attitude.
Staggeringly drunken Yang Qin followed the group of people to the bar corridor.
She paused for a bit, then took off her high heels.
Yang Qin threw one of her high heels at him, hitting him squarely on the head and causing blood to spill out. Like a woman possessed, she bravely charged forward to hit him more.
The men were caught off guard and all ended up on the ground, writhing and groaning in pain.
She spun around to see a man leaning against a pole not far from her. The cigarette in his hand slowly burning, his eyes calm as still waters.
Standing barefoot and still holding her high heels in her hand, she calmly locked eyes with the man.
Gathering her courage, she approached and asked, “Sir, could you lend me 100,000 Euros? My friend got gravely injured, and I need this money.”