Chapter 68

With an Ruixin's words, the set is dead again.

It took Zheng Fanghe and others a few seconds to understand the meaning of an Ruixin's words. With a heavy face, they rushed to an Ruixin and patted the stone pillar.

"This..." Nie Wenjing followed Zheng Fanghe to take a picture of the pillar, and even approached the pillar to listen to the sound.

When he got up again, Nie Wenjing's face was completely gloomy. He said to Mu Qingya, Bai tingxue who came after hearing the news: "this prop is not right, it's solid wood."

Solid wood?! Bai tingxue and the surrounding staff couldn't help but gasp.

Before this prop, it is clearly said that it is a material similar to foam, just to make the props look more solid, compressing them harder than the foam, and making them more realistic, but they will never hurt their hands.

But if it's really made of solid wood, with the strength that Ann Ruixin just shot, if it's really accurate, her hand will be useless.

Aware of this, everyone looked at her with wide eyes.

An Ruixin was also a little bit afraid. At that moment, if the light of a machine on the side had not just moved to her right side, she would have shaken her eyes, so that her judgment was biased.

Instead of falling on the post, the hand I photographed passed by. I'm afraid I'll have to be sad for a while even if I keep on doing it.

Zheng Fanghe and Mu Qingya naturally thought of this, but what they thought was deeper than an Ruixin.

You know, the role played by an Ruixin in the play is most praised for her good performance.

An Ruixin seldom plays in the play, but she plays the piano very much. If her hand is injured today, the later plays will have to be voiced later.

At that time, it will be spread out of context and deliberately discredited by someone who wants to do something. I'm afraid that an Ruixin's professional image will be destroyed once again.

Zheng Fanghe's face is unprecedentedly ugly. He turns his head and yells at the staff who are also scared not far away: "prop group, where are the people in the prop group? All come to me. "

Zheng Fang and this roar, the people on the side wake up like a dream, and the three staff members come out from the side with fear.

Zheng Fang and Hu glanced at several people: "are you all from the props group? Who is in charge of this pillar? "

The three looked at each other, and one of the older men said, "we were really responsible for this pillar before, but I was only responsible for recording the requirements of the crew for the props, and feeding them back to the factory that made the props."

"And who did it come from?"

Zheng Fang and voice just fell, there was a person trembling raised his hand: "it's me."

"It's you? Don't you know what it looks like and what it is made of? That's how you do it? "

"No, it's not. Director, when I checked this thing, it was clearly made of foam, and it was still a bit soft. I don't know how it turned into solid wood. I really don't know about it. "

Zheng Fanghe listened to their words, and his face became more and more gloomy. His eyes were like pincers staring at the people in front of him: "who moved this thing? Who was in charge before? "