C100 Respect

The cast of Young Jianghu was a little different, and he wasn't the director who organized it and got sponsorships. The producer, the producer, was ready for anything. He had been hired only as a director, to direct the show and take care of some of the crew's business, but it was the producer, the producer, who made the decisions behind the scenes.

"He just left not long ago. I don't dare to say anything else. The actors in this production team are amazing. I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep my job if I say anything more." Meng Lang chuckled.

"Director..." The matter of Shen Zhao being fired had more or less something to do with him. Qiao Lin wanted to speak up for him but was interrupted by Meng Lang.

"Qiao Lin, why are you still here? Haven't you removed your makeup?" After half a month of idle chatter, Meng Lang knew that Qiao Lin was a newbie and did not know the situation well. He quickly stopped him from saying the wrong thing and getting into trouble.

The director already knew what was going on and did not ask any further, "The filming for today has temporarily ended. Everyone, take a rest first. I'll get someone to inform you when the filming starts again."

After the announcement, the director held his phone and made a call as he walked towards the dressing room.

Upon hearing that there was a break, all the actors waiting in line in the dressing room for their makeup to be put on dispersed, leaving only one person who was halfway through putting on makeup and could only wait for him to remove it.

The director called it a day. There were many people waiting for him to take off his makeup. Other people could get off work, but Meng Lang couldn't. By the time he was done, it was already more than an hour later. That was the job of a makeup artist. Every day, they came early and left late. They couldn't leave halfway because the actors needed to touch up their makeup. It was possible to change their makeup if the scenes were different.

They were the busy ones, and they were the ones who were not respected.

Some netizens who saw the harsh photos of the actors said that they had offended a stylist, but there were some actors that the stylist could not afford to offend.

Just as Meng Lang was about to pack his things and leave, he turned around and was surprised to see Qiao Lin still sitting on the sofa, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"You stopped me from telling the director the truth just now. You're helping me and don't want me to be implicated." Meng Lang's intention was obvious, but Qiao Lin still understood, "I have to thank you. Actually, you shouldn't have said anything just now. Aren't you afraid that you'll end up like Shen Zhao?"

Meng Lang lifted the makeup case in his hand, "What are you afraid of? If worst comes to worst, I'll just lose my job. After all, isn't it the same everywhere in this line of work? If he went out of this crew today, he might end up in the next one tomorrow. I'm just calling me a sissy..."

Meng Lang suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Qiao Lin suddenly felt that Meng Lang's smile was a little scary. At this moment, whether it was his words or actions, he did not seem like a sissy in front of him. He felt that all of this was just a disguise.

"So don't thank me for this. You're a rookie on the set." Meng Lang looked at the time, "It's already noon. I don't have to stay in the crew for lunch today. I have to go eat a good meal, so I won't stay here with you any longer. Goodbye."

With that, Meng Lang carried his makeup case and left the dressing room in a hurry.

Qiao Lin left the set and ate a casual meal outside to fill his stomach. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to the hotel. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he found the door to his room open.

The waiter was cleaning the guest room? But it shouldn't be at this time of the day. Could it be that Qin Lang had returned again?

Qiao Lin guessed in his heart and strode to the door.

There were three people standing in the room, two young women in hotel waiter's uniform. They were cleaning the bed next to Qiao Lin's and changing the sheets and blankets for it. The other person was no stranger to Qiao Lin.

This man was Han Dong, who had been assigned a room with him the day he joined the crew, but had moved out without staying for a day.

At this moment, he was standing by the window, making a phone call, but the person on the other end did not pick up, so he seemed a little anxious.

"You guys..." Qiao Lin was a little angry when he saw the situation in the room, not because he had a worse impression of Han Dong after what happened that morning.

But how did the people in this hotel do things? When Qin Lang moved in, he opened the door and let people in without his permission. Now that Han Dong had moved back, he still did not greet him, who had lived in the house since the beginning.

In the past, even if he stayed in a small hotel that was converted from a residential building, it would not be like this.

Qiao Lin looked at the suitcase that was still against the wall but had obviously been moved, "Is this how you respect the guests who stay in your hotel? No matter what, I have stayed here for a period of time and my things are still here. Can you give me a call and remind me when someone comes to stay here? "

The two waitresses looked apologetic, "I'm really sorry. Because this was arranged by the hotel, we thought we got your permission."

In fact, they didn't know.

Qiao Lin realized that he might have angered the wrong person.

"Oh, you have quite a temper." Han Dong, who was on the phone by the window, put away his phone and walked over. "Who do you think you are? I need your permission. It's just a small fry, and you've got such a temper. People like you better not get famous."

From Qin Lang to Meng Lang, they had all warned him to be careful in the crew. Initially, Qiao Lin did not want to provoke this person, but just because he did not want to cause trouble did not mean that he was afraid of trouble and could be bullied, "Small role? Won't become famous? Aren't we all small characters? Whether you are famous or not is not up to you. Don't think that you are better than others. You don't want to be respected, but that doesn't mean everyone is like you."

Qiao Lin did not have much time left in the crew, so he only had two days left. If he and Han Dong did not interfere with each other's business, he would be able to endure it.

However, this kid was so arrogant that he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and beat him up.

So he looked at the waiter who was still making the bed and pretending not to hear the two arguing, "Do you have any empty rooms in your hotel? Standard rooms, single rooms, or suites are fine."

The two waiters raised their heads and nodded stiffly.

"I want to change rooms," Qiao Lin walked to the wall, took his suitcase, opened it and started to pack his things.

Han Dong's voice was very loud. He must have been angered by him, "You wanted to move out yourself. It has nothing to do with me. Don't blame it on me when the time comes."

Qiao Lin was a little puzzled. Han Dong could fire Shen Zhao with just one sentence. Why was Han Dong worried about getting into trouble now that he had only changed rooms?