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Chapter 3 M1917 American Smith & Wesson (asking for recommendation votes and monthly tickets)
A smile appeared on Wu Jing's face.

These words are exactly the same as what his wife said to him.

Therefore, I naturally developed a liking for Zhou Le.

But good feelings aside, this movie itself is the result of his pouring all his efforts into it, and it can be said that he put all his efforts into it.

Naturally, I won't let you off the hook just because of your relationship.

"Okay, your vision is good, but are you 180cm tall?" Wu Jing looked at Zhou Le suspiciously, holding the resume.

Zhou Le nodded firmly: "Yes, I am indeed 180cm tall. I look taller now because I am wearing shoes."

Wu Jing took another look at Zhou Le's basic Vans canvas shoes, which were a little worn but painted very white.

"Are your shoes high?"

Zhou Le was not at all panicked: "Internal height increase."

Wu Jing always felt that it was not quite like that, but that was not a problem.

Then he asked, "I saw on your resume that you know martial arts?"

Zhou Le nodded: "I understand a little bit."

Wu Jing also became interested. He hadn't fought with anyone for a long time.

Plus the physical injuries in recent years.

But facing Zhou Le, who claimed to know fighting skills, he still felt a little itchy for a moment.

He stood up and walked to the table and waved at Zhou Le: "Come, try it."

Zhou Le subconsciously took a step back: "I definitely can't beat you. You are the national martial arts champion. The number of championships you have won is more than the number of movies I have filmed."

"What are you afraid of? We'll stop here and I won't hurt you."

But Zhou Le shook his head: "No, I'm afraid of hurting your body. Although I know a little bit of fighting, my moves are not very measured."

"Could it be that what you learned is the killing skills?" Wu Jing shook his head helplessly, and suddenly felt that Zhou Le's tone was a bit too arrogant.

"Okay then, but Mr. Wu, please be smart for a moment."

Then, the two of them started fighting.

But in Wu Jing's eyes, Zhou Le was full of flaws wherever he stood.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It's okay to brag, but if you say you know kung fu, then you'd better really know it.

Wu Jing came up next.

One straight punch after another flew towards Zhou Le's shoulder, like a long steel spike, extremely sharp.

But Zhou Le didn't dodge at all. In street fighting, except when being beaten, he had to run away. In other situations, as long as the two were evenly matched, he had to fight until one of them fell down.

Otherwise, how can it be called fighting bravely and fiercely?

At the same time, Zhou Le kicked Wu Jing in the crotch.

"Damn it, you use this trick!"

Wu Jing could only dodge, and then Zhou Le was about to punch Wu Jing in the face, but Wu Jing dodged again.

After that, Zhou Le gained the upper hand and began to wave his arms randomly in the air.

The fist was like a cannonball that had lost its guidance, with no trajectory at all. Sometimes it was swung out diagonally from the left with a brute force, as if to sweep away everything in front of it; sometimes it was swung upwards from the bottom, the posture was both clumsy and fierce, as if it was engaged in a chaotic fight with an invisible enemy.

Every time he swung a punch, his body would shake violently and his steps would stagger. He was like a scarecrow swaying in the wind, yet he had a desperate bravery.

Full of flaws, but full of momentum.

At the same time, the moves are dirtier than each other, and they are all aimed at the lower level.

Zhou Le was not a weakling to begin with, and coupled with his chaotic fists and the injured Wu Jing, he beat Wu Jing so hard that he had no power to fight back.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhou Le also quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you."

"What the hell are you trying to admit? Is this a fighting technique? This is just a turtle punch!" Wu Jingren was a little confused.

At the same time, I felt a little frustrated that I was made so embarrassed by such a move.

If it were more than ten years ago, Zhou Le would have been lying on the ground with these two moves.

"Yes, this is a practical fighting technique." Zhou Le was still talking tough, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"you sure?"

"Okay, this is a street fight." Zhou Le saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he had to change his words.

Wu Jingshen took a deep breath and said, "I'll give you another chance."

"Street fighting techniques."

Zhou Le really had no choice.

"Look, I told you, this move is too crude." Wu Jing looked as if he had known it for a long time.

"Yes, yes, Angkor is right." Zhou Le said with a smile.

But Wu Jing glared at him and said, "Are you mocking me?"

"That's impossible. Wu Ge, you are my idol."

Wu Jingping was hit several times in vain. Although he also fought back, seeing Zhou Le's nonchalant look, he always felt that he had suffered a great loss.

Then he asked a few more questions about firearms.

Zhou Ledu answered fluently.

The final test was his acting skills. Wu Jing thought for a moment, then raised his hand to make a gun shape and pointed it at Zhou Le: "How do you feel now?"

"Feeling? I feel like I'm in America now."

Wu Jing: “.”

"No, I mean you act it out."

He wanted Zhou Le to act scared, tough, or weak to see how good his acting was.

Zhou Le raised his right fist, looked at Wu Jing with a determined and enthusiastic look, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Make America Great Again!"

Wu Jing: “???”

He can understand English.

But he didn't know why he could see fanaticism in Zhou Le's eyes!
But thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with Zhou Le doing this.

He actually acted it out, and his performance was quite vivid.

"How about it, Angkor?" Zhou Le soon started smiling again.

He was a bit serious at first, but after a fight, Zhou Le found that Wu Jing was quite approachable.

"That's great. Now you're a bankrupt boss who'll never be able to recover in your lifetime."

Zhou Le instantly immersed himself in the role.

His eyes instantly turned red, he made a gun gesture with his hand, and then slowly placed it in front of him.

"Wait a minute, what is this?"

Zhou Le held up a pistol: "This? An American-made M1917 Smith & Wesson."

Wu Jing suddenly realized: "Suicide, right?"

"Then you act out the scene where you meet your enemy and that enemy kills your entire family."

Zhou Le repeated the previous action again, and his eyes became even redder.

Wu Jing: “???”

"What are you talking about?"

Zhou Le's expression returned to normal.

"It's the American-made Smith & Wesson M1917."

Wu Jing: “.”

He sighed, well that made sense.

Finally, he said, "So you have met your first love now. You separated due to a misunderstanding, but now the misunderstanding has been resolved and you finally meet."

He didn't expect that Zhou Le would repeat the previous action for the third time.

"Wait a minute, are you too perverted? You still want to shoot someone after the misunderstanding has been resolved?"

But Zhou Le didn't stop, he raised his hand, tears rolling down his eyes, he looked at Wu Jing affectionately: "It's been eight years, do you know how I got through these eight years? I love you."

Wu Jing's eyes widened when he saw this.

"Stop, stop, stop, that's enough." Wu Jing felt goose bumps all over his body.

He recognized Zhou Le's acting skills, and it was undeniable that Zhou Le's reaction was also very quick.

Wu Jing was very satisfied.

"Very good. In my opinion, you are completely qualified. Your only shortcoming is that you have never played a major role before, so you may not have much box office appeal."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Le added on the spot: "Wu Ge, I have already won the third male lead in Director Dapeng's new movie. Of course, if I can come to our crew, I will then tell them that I can't go."

Wu Jing was also very satisfied with this answer.

But he had also heard about Dapeng's new movie.

Yu Qian had mentioned this before.

"Okay, then you go back first. I'll give you an answer tomorrow at the latest, okay? And don't worry, even if you come to film with me, there's no rush. We'll have to shoot other parts first. Even if you want to start filming here, you'll have to wait at least half a year."

"One last thing. I'm a straightforward person, so I'll be frank with you. I actually have another candidate for this role. He's more famous than you, and he doesn't ask for much more."

Zhou Le: "Who is it?"

"Zhang Han, do you know?"

"Murong Yunhai?"

Wu Jing laughed and said, "Haha, that's him."

Zhou Le shook his head: "He can't."

"But he's famous, and he only wants one million. See how much you want."

Zhou Le thought about it and realized that this was the first time he had earned real money for a film. The previous ones were at most labor fees.

"Then I'll lower the price to 950,000, how about that?"

Wu Jing: “???”

"Half a million."

Zhou Le: "Okay, Angkor, do you want to sign the contract now?"

Wu Jing: “???”

He suddenly felt like he was being tricked!
Based on Zhou Le’s previous experience, he probably wouldn’t refuse even if it was one hundred thousand yuan!
"Damn, what a loss."

(End of this chapter)