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Chapter 212 Shocking and Outrageous Criticism of the "Movie King"

Smooth, natural, and perfectly formed.

In just a few seconds of his brief appearance, Zhao Tai's character is vividly portrayed.

Is this Ikeno?

Does he have the acting skills?

At the premiere, Sister Pliers looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the screen and was slightly taken aback.

At the same time, she realized in her heart that this person was a madman.

In the front row, a film blogger and freelance writer raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised yet not surprised, and wrote down a few keywords on his tablet: madman, two-dimensional villain, opportunistic.
Is Zhao Tai a one-dimensional, opportunistic villain?

Soon, Shi Jinwei, the writer, and many others who had the same guess as her "dispelled" their idea.

Zhao Tai is indeed a "mentally ill" person, but all his abnormal behaviors actually have their own purpose.

He stopped the car because the owner was a competitor of his company. The agreed-upon cooperation had changed at the last minute, so he used violence to intimidate and threaten the driver.

Ultimately, he achieved his goal.

After that, the prologue ends, and Zhao Tai makes his official appearance.

The audience gradually learned about the story and his background.

Zhao Tai, the illegitimate son of the chairman of the Zhao Group, is a seemingly gentle and refined but secretly eccentric and violent scoundrel.

He behaved erratically, but he had his own set of "logic." He placed great importance on the company's external image, his own performance, and his partners.

Before entering the company, he would personally adjust the tie and attire of his subordinates, gently reminding them, "Please pay attention to your attire before entering the company."

He would also brandish a fire axe in an empty elevator, leaving blood on the ground, in a state of utter madness.

He would even thoughtfully pick up and drop off his partner's children every day for the sake of a business deal, and he wouldn't get angry even if the children played pranks on him.

A car accident, a missing girl, and a conflict over "demolition compensation" draw the attention of the male protagonist, Xu Zhe, to Zhao Tai.

The two first met the day after the car accident, when Zhao Tai was called into the police station to assist with the investigation.

The torrential rain lashed against the glass walls of the police station, and the one-way mirror in the interrogation room reflected Zhao Tai's figure with his legs crossed.

3:17 a.m. — This is the time when the human body is most tired.

"Name." Veteran detective Xu Zhe slammed the notebook onto the iron table, knocking over cheap disposable paper cups.

The tea stains spread across the document, resembling a patch of dried blood.

Zhao Tai picked at his ear with his pinky finger, then suddenly blew on what was not earwax at all: "Xu...Zhe?"

He tilted his head and stared at the names on the duty roster on the wall: "Your daughter is at Binhai Art High School, right? She plays the piano quite well."

Xu Zhe was taken aback.

The surveillance camera suddenly snapped to the corner.

Xu Zhe snapped out of his daze and hurriedly went to help, but knocked over the evidence bag—which contained bloodstained broken bottles and golf clubs found in Zhao Taihao's car.

"Be careful," Zhao Tai gently reminded him, "That's a limited edition."

He suddenly hummed the tune of "Für Elise," his fingers strumming invisible piano keys on the table: "I heard your daughter has a solo recital next month?"

"?!"

Xu Zhe, with his fiery temper and bulging veins, stared at the scum and degenerate in front of him with disbelief and extreme anger.

The police station lights suddenly flashed twice.

Zhao Tai leaned closer to the one-way mirror and straightened his tie in front of his reflection: "Did you officers enjoy watching?"

The crowd outside: "...!"

His breath condensed into white mist on the glass as he laughed, "Do you need me to perform breaking a boulder on my chest?"

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The moment the emergency lights came on, Zhao Tai was already standing behind Xu Zhe, his lips almost touching his earlobe: "Three seconds."

He pressed the chronograph button on his watch: "Two, one—"

"Wow!"

The interrogation room door was flung open, and the superior's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "Xu Zhe! Get out! Now!"

Xu Zhe glared at him angrily: "He—"

"go out!!"

Zhao Tai elegantly fastened his suit jacket, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and strode outside.

"..."

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and made a shooting gesture towards the security camera.

His lips moved silently, and the shape of his mouth was—"bang".

Xu Zhe's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhao Tai.

Outside the police station.

A convoy of more than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz cars had their scarlet taillights on.

Zhao Tai stopped under the eaves and reached out to catch the raindrops: "The rain in Binhai... is getting dirtier and dirtier."

He shook his hand and took the mink coat handed to him by his trusted secretary, Cui.

As the Mercedes convoy drove through the puddles and left.

Xu Zhe held the disposable paper cup, his gaze fixed intently on the disappearing convoy—thus beginning the conflict that runs throughout the film, the clash between good and evil.

The next day, at a charity gala.

Under the crystal chandelier, Zhao Tai, dressed in a custom-made suit, with a gentle smile behind his gold-rimmed glasses, was raising his glass and chatting amiably with political and business elites.

"The Zhao family's charity fund this year will focus on supporting impoverished children."

He gently swirled the red wine, his voice deep and refined, but the camera slowly panned down—his leather shoes were crushing the shards of a wine glass that the waiter had accidentally broken, the glass shards deeply embedded in the waiter's palm, the waiter sweating profusely but daring not to utter a sound.

A female reporter squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Mr. Zhao, I heard that you deliberately hit someone with your car the day before yesterday... Someone took a picture of your license plate..."

Zhao Tai smiled and turned around.

The female reporter was startled and instinctively stepped back.

"Crooked."

Zhao Tai personally straightened the crooked microphone for her, his fingertips lingering suggestively across her trembling Adam's apple: "Miss reporter, defamation is a crime punishable by imprisonment."

He leaned close to her ear and said in a gentle voice that could be heard by everyone in the room, "However... I prefer to reconcile in private."

The entire room fell silent for a second, then burst into laughter.

The female reporter froze on the spot, her face flushed.

The dinner is over.

Zhao Tai hid in the bathroom.

His ferocious expression, reflected in the mirror as he loosened his tie, was completely different from the gentle and refined young gentleman he had been on stage just moments before.

He suddenly forced the entire bottle of hand sanitizer down his throat and practiced smiling in front of the mirror: "Thank you all for your concern for vulnerable groups..."

He began to gag violently before he could finish speaking.

The moment he heard footsteps outside the door, he instantly regained his composure.

Turning around, Zhao Tai met the waiter's panicked eyes and the blood-stained hand he was holding. He smiled and stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into the waiter's pocket: "Tell your manager that the mirrors need to be replaced. They always remind me of... something unclean."

The waiter said nervously, "Yes, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Tai nodded and walked out of the bathroom: "Remember to go to the finance department to collect the 'work injury compensation'."

... — Zhao Tai has been subjected to a lot of criticism because of this incident. Xu Zhe and his group of detectives have completely focused their attention on him. In secret, the task force has begun to prepare for an in-depth investigation of Zhao's Group, the largest listed company in Binhai.

But Zhao Tai paid no attention to the misunderstanding about the demolition compensation, the murder of Chen Yong, the drugging of the car owner's daughter who appeared at the opening ceremony, and her eventual suicide by jumping off a building...

The film's plot is so tightly paced, with each event almost seamlessly connected to the next, leaving no time for the viewer to lose focus. Conflicts and bloodshed unfold one after another.

Among them, Chi Ye, who can almost be called the "key" of the whole film, has completely integrated into the role. In the early dialogue scenes, half of them are "Zhao Tai". In the movie "The Boss", "the boss" is Zhao Tai.

If he can't hold up, or if he doesn't act well, the whole film will instantly become a bad movie. If he acts well... no, Ikeno's acting isn't just good, it's an explosive performance that has exceeded the standard.

now.

Inside the cinema where Ling Han was, the whispers and arguments that "The Boss is not worthy of competing with The Fortress of Shanghai" had long since disappeared.

From the very first scene of the film, the "car crash," to Zhao Tai's various actions, and then to the classic scenes of smashing the mirror with a fire axe in the elevator and the hypocritical "vomiting" monologue in the bathroom...

The cinema went from initial noise to gasps, then to silence, and finally, all that remained was an immersive viewing experience.

—People often criticize Zhao Tai, but on the IMAX screen, as soon as Zhao Tai turns his head, his face makes it "impossible to hate," and even makes male viewers' hearts pound—they are afraid.

Yes, they were only halfway through the film when they saw Ikeno's face and they were actually trembling a little.

Is that Ikeno?!
This was the umpteenth time Shang Youshu had felt shock and disbelief... She had the entire venue to herself, so there was no need to pretend. She was already waving her hands, saying, "It's broken! Teacher Xiaochi, you're so scary! Don't come near me!"

assistant:"……"

"Zhao Tai is actually quite pitiful... He... He's so handsome... Why does a villain have to be so good-looking..."

Sister Shang: “…”

at the same time.

Across the country, fans, viewers, and moviegoers—many of those who bought tickets to see "The Boss" tonight—had this thought in their minds.

Does Ikeno have this kind of acting skill?!
—The acting was fucking good. I suggest a thorough investigation. It doesn't seem like acting!

You asked why everyone thinks Ikeno is a good actress?
On the one hand, the character Zhao Tai is firmly established in the prologue at the very beginning of the film; on the other hand, the male lead Wu Zhenyu and Chi Ye actually complement each other perfectly in their scenes together!
Yes, Chi Ye was not only not overshadowed by Wu Zhenyu, but because of the "complexity" of the character Zhao Tai, many ordinary viewers felt that he clearly outshone Mr. Wu.

Ikeno's acting is actually better than Wu Zhenyu's?!
This is the most unbelievable, incredible, and mind-blowing thing for everyone in the industry—you're an award-winning actor too?!

only…

The better the acting, the more hateful they become.

The freelance writer is not an employee of any company; he is a self-media creator on Douyin (TikTok) with tens of millions of followers, and he is a man.

So, even though Ikeno's acting was explosive, and he even felt a bit "satisfied" with it, his values ​​didn't follow his looks.

"Is it still all about being evil? If so... even if it's not about taking shortcuts, the characters aren't really that outstanding."

He thought to himself that as the plot unfolded, Zhao Tai, the true focal point of the film, finally revealed his complexity.

……

Because of the "life-threatening" investigation by Xu Zhe and other detectives, Zhao Tai finally encountered a series of unexpected "accidents," and his career came to a standstill.

During an international cooperation negotiation, while he was communicating fluently in English and French with his partner, Xu Zhe immediately led his agents away and took him away, causing the cooperation to fall through.

The girlfriend he had been pursuing was "stolen" by his older brother. The status of a legitimate son is many times higher than that of an illegitimate son, and the contract project was also stolen by his useless older brother.

His team was also riddled with corrupt officials who embezzled, betrayed their own team, and did nothing.

This day, at the golf course.

The May sunshine poured onto the green field like molten gold.

The river surface in the distance shimmered with light, and several yachts floated on the water like toys.

"Mr. Zhao, that was a brilliant shot!"

Amidst fawning cheers, a tall, slender figure dressed in a pure white golf uniform slowly straightened up.

Zhao Tai took off his sunglasses and slowly began to stretch.

"Beautiful?" He chuckled, his voice like a blade wrapped in silk: "Mr. Li, are you seeing things? That ball was clearly five degrees off target."

"Uh…"

The middle-aged man whose name was mentioned immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He hunched over and jogged to Zhao Tai's side: "Y-I must have been mistaken. Mr. Zhao's ball skills are naturally..."

"Since eyes are useless, then we don't need them."

Zhao Tai suddenly turned around, snatched a golf club from the caddie's hand, and moved with the elegance of picking a flower.

He pointed to the hole fifty meters away: "Mr. Li, stand there and put a ball on your head."

The entire stadium froze instantly.

Several business partners wearing the same jerseys exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak.

Mr. Li's face turned deathly pale, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao..."

"Still three seconds." Zhao Tai took a golf ball out of his pocket and gently tossed it into his palm: "Three, two—"

Mr. Li staggered to the designated spot and shakily placed the ball on his head.

The sunlight shone on his shiny bald head, making the small white ball appear particularly dazzling.

Zhao Tai squinted and slowly got into position.

His movements were textbook perfect, and the lines of his back were outlined in a perfect arc under the sunlight.

The cue stick cuts through the air with a crisp "whoosh" sound—

"--boom!"

The small white ball, like a bullet fired from a gun, accurately hit the ball above Mr. Li's head.

—It also hit his "head".

The impact of the club grazed his right eye, causing blood to flow freely.

"Ah!" Mr. Li clutched his head and knelt on the ground.

Zhao Tai laughed heartily and casually tossed the club to the caddie: "That's what you call beautiful."

The leather shoes made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the grass: "Reimburse the medical expenses through the finance department, just say... it's a work injury."

He turned to his stunned business partners and raised his champagne glass: "Ladies and gentlemen, where were we? Oh right, that piece of land in Gangnam District."

He sipped the golden liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Three hundred million, no more than that."

"But Mr. Zhao, the market price is at least..."

"boom!"

Another muffled thud, this time Zhao Tai smashed the champagne glass at the speaker's feet.

Glass shards flew everywhere, some tearing the other person's expensive trousers.

"Market price?" Zhao Tai tilted his head, his expression as innocent as if he were answering a question about the weather: "In Binhai, what I say is the market price."

He suddenly leaned closer to the businessman who had retreated in fright: "Or... does Mr. Zhang want to experience the 'benefits' of our Zhao Group, just like Mr. Li?"

"No, I wouldn't dare! Three hundred million is perfectly reasonable!" General Manager Zhang bowed repeatedly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the grass.

Zhao Tai patted his face with satisfaction, the movement as gentle as if he were caressing a lover: "That's more like it."

He turned and walked toward the rest area, then suddenly stopped: "By the way, take care of that piece of junk, don't let it dirty my lawn."

Two bodyguards in black immediately dragged the dead-dog-like Mr. Li, leaving a long trail of blood.

Zhao Tai didn't even glance at it, picked up a towel to wipe his hands, and muttered to himself, which was overheard by everyone: "I hate blood... but I hate disobedient dogs even more."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their whole bodies trembling.

(End of this chapter)