Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 320 So easily fooled!

"My eyes must be playing tricks on me," Master Yang said, rubbing his eyes.

Tang Wen continued his movements without stopping until he had completed all 108 moves before finally stopping.

At this point, Master Yang was completely numb.

He practiced Tai Chi his whole life and taught Tai Chi for half his life.

How could you not see that Tang Wen had reached an extremely high level?

Elena Yang, a mixed-race female disciple, took a few steps forward while her master was in a daze and got a clear look at Tang Wen's face.

"Ah, you're Tang?" Elena exclaimed.

"Girl!"

"Master, Tang is a famous singer and a great director."

"Hmm?" Master Yang doesn't pay attention to American music, nor does he watch movies other than martial arts films.

Elena showered him with praise, but Tang Wen waved his hand modestly.

Master Yang's feelings became increasingly complicated. A famous director and singer—if only he could become the successor of the boxing gym!

The price for accepting students at boxing gyms can double... cough cough, I mean Tai Chi can flourish for another fifty years!

However, Tang Wen's previous set of punches clearly demonstrated the true essence of Tai Chi.

What else can I teach him?
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Wen revealed the excuse he had prepared beforehand: "To be honest, Master Yang, I used to practice Tai Chi."

"No wonder." Master Yang breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, only this could explain the level of skill Tang Wen had just displayed: "Director Tang, you must have put in a lot of hard work, right?"

"Haha, come on in and have some tea."

After a short rest, Tang Wen began learning Tai Chi spear techniques.

Elena volunteered and enthusiastically demonstrated it to Tang Wen.

Tang Wen's gaze fell on the young female boxer.

This mixed-race girl has delicate features and long, slender legs.

Her waist was incredibly thin.

Twigs bear fruit.

Her loose-fitting Tai Chi practice clothes couldn't hide her natural talent for static exercises.

The spear shook so badly...

It is extremely profound.

Tang Wen studied with exceptional diligence.

If I hadn't just finished my morning exercise...

He also nearly displayed his stem-like talent.

Alina Young is very interested in this big star.

She has listened to all of Tang Wen's songs.

I listened to not only English songs, but also two Chinese albums.

"If my friends knew I got to meet you and even teach you how to shoot, they'd be so envious!"

During their break, the two sat close together on the sofa, undisturbed.

It's quite a coincidence that Scarlett and Naomi left this morning, each going about their own business.

After all, they are both second-tier Hollywood actresses.

As long as you don't slack off, there are plenty of business opportunities.

Lin Chih-ling did extra practice this morning and is still in bed.

After chatting for a few minutes, Alina burst into laughter.

The buttons on the top of the training clothes had popped open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

Director Tang glanced over casually; the lights were blindingly bright, so he quietly crossed his legs.

Mr. Yang, whose hair was half-gray, sat opposite him, sighing inwardly: He had originally planned to use this girl to keep Tang Wen hooked, but now it seemed to have turned out the other way around.

However, Mr. Yang didn't worry for long, as it was almost noon.

Lin Chih-ling came downstairs in her pajamas, and Alina Yang's expression changed slightly when she saw her.

But when Lin Chih-ling saw her, she gave her a genuine smile.

She clutched her lower back and asked the kitchen to prepare her medicine.

He silently wondered: someone who practices martial arts?

You must be in good physical condition, right?
In one morning, I learned how to use a gun and a sword.

Tang Wen took several photos with Alina and gave her a few autographed albums.

The mixed-race girl's mood brightened again.

Before leaving, she boldly asked for Tang Wen's contact information.

For beginners in gun and sword fighting, you can add skill points.

From now on, Tang Wen no longer needs to do morning exercises; he only needs to occasionally invite this mixed-race young man, Yang, to his home for a little demolition.

"Bang, bang, bang"

At the Gunfire Club, a male and a female coach surrounded Tang Wen, providing him with a two-on-one service.

After watching the demonstration a few times, Tang Wen learned how to disassemble a gun.

The two coaches praised it repeatedly.

In fact, both pistols and rifles have considerable recoil.

However, it had no effect whatsoever on Tang Wen's 90 points of strength and physique.

He picked up a .45 caliber Glock.

The female instructor with a good figure next to him, feeling uneasy, came up behind him, pressed her ample breasts against his back, and taught him how to masturbate.

The male coach tactfully walked away.

Tang Wen shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat helpless; he didn't actually mean that.

Men need to protect themselves when they're out in the world; someone might try to take advantage of you at any time.

"bang bang bang"

He fired all his bullets in one go.

The middle part of the target paper was badly broken.

"Wow, Tang! Your marksmanship is amazing! How long have you been practicing?"

Tang Wen glanced at the female coach: If you're going to praise someone, just praise them. Why are you licking your lips?
Tang Wen played with pistols, rifles, and sniper rifles all afternoon.

Under the onslaught of US dollars, he even played with the Browning light machine gun that the boss had collected for many years.

Since 1986, the United States has banned the sale of fully automatic weapons to civilians.

Not to mention light machine guns, they won't even let submachine guns be sold anymore.

This Browning light machine gun was produced in the 1970s and is not included in this list.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

In the spacious backyard, Tang Wen lay prone in the trench, aimed at the wooden stake in front of the concrete wall, and fired several bursts of bullets. After getting his fill of fire, he saw the "[Rifle (Beginner)]" prompt appear and stopped firing.

It is worth noting that:

Handguns (Beginner Level)

[Rifle (Beginner)]

The two types of firearms require different shooting techniques and have different key points, so the systems are used for separate certification.

Under the female instructor's lingering gaze, Tang Wen left the gun club and instructed the driver to go to the next one.

On the way, he upgraded two skills to [Master Level].

Half an hour later, Tang Wen appeared at a high-end gun club.

The facilities here are more advanced, and there are even flying saucers to shoot.

Holding a gun again, he had transformed from a raw recruit into a gun master, hitting the bullseye with every pistol and rifle shot.

I'd never used a shotgun before, and it took no effort at all to shoot down the UFO.

When he put down his gun, the female staff members behind him applauded enthusiastically.

Tang Wen did not linger here.

Accompanied by bodyguards with gun licenses, they purchased a batch of handguns, replenished their ammunition, and left the club.

As I stepped out the door, the sun had already set.

I learned a lot today.

Yet they showed no signs of fatigue.

So he had his bodyguard take out the phone and call Zhang Hongbing.

After hanging up the phone, the bodyguard reported: "Today is Wednesday. According to her usual routine, Olivia Brown is most likely to go to the Los Angeles Gun Club after work, and secondly, she will appear at a bar near the Malibu neighborhood."

Tang Wen didn't hesitate: "Let's go to the club."

It was rush hour, and they encountered traffic jams on the way. When they arrived at the club, there were already quite a few people inside.

Meanwhile, the person watching Olivia Brown announced that she had arrived.

The Los Angeles Gun Club is famous and has a very high level of security.

Not only can you experience some rare and famous firearms, but you can also customize shooting scenarios.

The manager recognized Tang Wen, and with a sincere smile, enthusiastically introduced the store's specialties to him.

"A famous gunfight scene from The Matrix, featuring the protagonist using a Beretta M92F pistol..."

It has to be said, they really have a knack for it.

If this were opened in the country, it would definitely attract a lot of men to come and have fun.

Gun + iconic movie scene role-playing.

Its appeal to men is no less than a wedding dress plus a foot massage.

Tang Wen became interested. He had just learned the skill, so why not take the lead role for once?
But you need to make a reservation to experience the famous movie scenes; the club is doing too well.

Even for ordinary pistol shooting, you need to wait for a position.

There are limited shooting positions, and even paying more won't help.

The manager showed me around.

In the pistol shooting range, Tang Wen spotted an exceptionally tall and striking figure—Olivia Brown.

This woman had indeed lied about her height.

Wearing boots, he's probably over two meters tall, let alone 195cm!

At this moment, she was wearing earmuffs and goggles, and was holding a silver weapon—an M500 revolver—in a standard triangular stance.

He wore a sports bra that covered a pair of basketballs, and his abs and waistline were visible with each shot, accentuated by his ivory waistline.

The recoil of the M500 is so great that it can kill a brown bear or an elephant with a single shot. This woman is using all her strength to resist the recoil.

She wore a black uniform, revealing a pair of stunningly long legs that were as steady as a rock.

'Hmm, he really is a skilled fighter.'

Tang Wen is now a master of Tai Chi, Jeet Kune Do, and Shaolin Hung Kuen.

Jeet Kune Do is a martial art created by Bruce Lee after visiting numerous masters and adopting the strengths of each.

It encompasses various martial arts styles, including modern combat, grappling, leg techniques, and footwork.

With so many skills at his disposal, his eye for talent was naturally exceptionally sharp.

You can tell whether someone has been trained by observing their physique, posture, and so on.

Furthermore, thanks to the martial arts master's considerable "danger intuition," he could even sense the degree of threat a person posed to him.

Among the row of gunmen in front of him, besides Olivia Brown, there was also a burly Mexican man with a thick beard, which made Tang Wen feel a little dangerous.

After observing from the spot for a while, Olivia focused intently on practicing her shooting.

He didn't notice what others were looking at.

As a woman with such a hot and eye-catching figure, for some reason, no one went up to chat her up.

Tang Wen didn't think much of it. After the people practicing shooting next to her left, he took the initiative to stand next to them.

Olivia didn't care who was next to her, but the other men practicing shooting exchanged glances when they saw Tang Wen approaching.

He looked on with an expression of anticipation, as if he were watching a good show.

The Los Angeles gun club is frequented mostly by long-time members on weekday evenings.

They knew each other to some extent.

Many people had their eyes on Olivia at first.

If you're lucky, seeing her FBI work pants and the way she's firing two pistols at once, hitting the bullseye every time, will make you back down.

If, unfortunately, Olivia misses this scene, she'll get annoyed and drag someone onto the fighting ring next to her.

They had witnessed Olivia deliver a powerful front kick that left a 260-pound bodybuilder lying on his back for fifteen minutes without getting up.

Since then, no one has dared to harass her.

In fact, given her imposing height and figure, very few men would dare to approach her.

Tang Wen waved and asked the staff to bring two Glock 19s.

"Bang, bang, bang," he said, firing rapidly with both pistols in hand.

Olivia next door put down the five bullets from her revolver, took off her earmuffs, relaxed her wrists, and, hearing the unusually dense gunfire from next door, gestured to glance at the target.

The red bullseye areas on both target papers have been punched into holes.

Dual-gun shooting, and so accurate?

As a competent manager at Fosbury, Olivia became alert.

A sharpshooter? Coincidence?
Or is it just another one trying to get my attention?

As a member of a powerful family, I've encountered many people with ulterior motives.

The woman with long legs took a half step back and glanced at the neighbor next door.

Hey~
What a handsome young man!

They look like college students or high school students!

Well, in short, they're definitely not someone with ulterior motives.

Staring at Tang Wen's profile, Olivia, who hadn't experienced the allure of the opposite sex in a long time, suddenly felt a little thirsty.

It looks so familiar.

She has a good memory and remembered that Tang Wen was a celebrity.

That must have been a coincidence.

She relaxed: "Your marksmanship is really good."

Tang Wen had just taken off his earmuffs when a teasing compliment came through.

Turning his head, he saw Olivia looking at him with great interest.

Tang Wen glanced at her casually: "Thank you, but you seem unconvinced."

Actually, her tone only contained praise and teasing, not any resentment.

But Tang Wen's experience told him that if a woman initiates a conversation, it means she is interested.

Then, just make sure what you say isn't too outrageous and don't end the conversation abruptly.

The woman will follow.

Sure enough, Olivia laughed: "Your marksmanship is indeed good, but I'm a professional."

"Oh?" Tang Wen tilted his head to look at the gun on her table: "Whether someone is professional or not isn't something you can just talk about."

“Let’s make a bet,” Olivia blurted out.

"What are you gambling?"

"Have a drink, the person with the fewest rings, please have a good drink with the winner." Olivia tried to suppress her smile, but looked at Tang Wen's face.

Can't hold it down!
It can't be suppressed at all!
There was nothing she could do; she had only ever seen such a handsome man in movies.

"OK. Let's choose a gun—um, what's your name?"

Olivia

"Tang"

Olivia chose a Glock 22, which is a common sidearm for the FBI.

Tang Wen raised an eyebrow and picked up another identical one.

He realized that this woman wanted to seduce him and also wanted him to treat her to drinks.

The love of lively gatherings is in everyone's nature.

Tang Wen's ability to strike up a conversation with Olivia already annoyed the American men in the row next to him.

They couldn't have it themselves, and they certainly didn't want Tang Wen, that pretty boy, to get his way.

"I bet $20 that Olivia will make him cry!"

"Followed"

"I'm also betting on Olivia to win."

No one supported Tang Wen, so the betting game couldn't be started.

Tang Wen overheard their conversation, turned around and chuckled: "I've accepted them all. Get the money ready, and don't even think about running away!"

Hearing that made them even more excited.

Those who come to have fun are at least middle class; nobody cares about a few dozen dollars.

They held their banknotes and openly gathered around to watch the game.

Upon seeing this, the manager immediately dispatched people to maintain order.

Olivia, who has never liked to show off, had eyes full of admiration; she truly is a born star.

Best of three.

Tang Wen put on his goggles and whistled at the woman who was a head taller than him.

Game start.

Both men fired extremely quickly, emptying their pistols in the blink of an eye.

The men behind him stared wide-eyed, not blinking.

They were all gun enthusiasts, and although Tang Wen's one-handed gun-wielding made them very uncomfortable, they had to admit that this pretty boy was a master...

(End of this chapter)