Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 8 Asking the Boundary?

The two grew up in Maoshan Wild Temple in Zhenjiang, and Zhuang Xu was later adopted by a local couple.

At this moment, he accidentally burst out with curse words in dialect, and he was really angry at his junior brother for not fighting for it.

"Brother, please believe me. I'm working in the crew now. I'm walking the right path and doing good deeds!"

Zhuang Xu was speechless. Of course he didn't believe it. "Stop making a fuss. You can fool others."

"Really? The crew of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' is recruiting actors in Wuxi Water Margin City. I came here to play a Taoist priest, playing myself."

"If you don't believe me, I'll have Zhou Xun call you tomorrow. Can you recognize her voice?"

Zhou Xun became a household name after "The Story of the Palace of Eternal Life", so Zhuang Xu is naturally no stranger to him.

That is to say, the first camera phone Nokia 7650 has not been released yet, otherwise I would have taken an intimate photo with the two beautiful sisters.

This photo is an endorsement of his own business, which will help him quickly open up the situation in the entertainment industry.

"Okay, send me the details. Tell me before you come to the capital. I have a place to stay here."

"Alright! May you be blessed with infinite happiness."

"Fuck off!"

Zhuang Xu put down his phone with a headache. He had no way to deal with this cunning junior brother. Soon, a message came in.

Company name: Askjie?

What the hell is this name?

Lying on the bed, Lu Kuan was playing with his mobile phone proudly. He sent messages to Jiang Qinqin and Zhou Xun asking them to be careful tomorrow. He couldn't help but feel secretly proud of the company name he had chosen.

Ask about the affairs of the three realms and resolve doubts from all directions!
How great! It doesn’t sound like a scam company at all!

The clock of life turned back to 2001, and Lu Kuan was determined to develop his business by focusing on both entertainment and capital.

We must make use of our past experiences to accumulate capital and build a public opinion platform in the Internet era.

He has to get involved again and not give up his original aspiration of growing into a top director from Beijing Film Academy to University of Southern California in his previous life!
At Tiger Hill in Suzhou, the crew of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" started setting up the set early. This is the third day since they moved here from Wuxi.

The staff were no longer surprised that the directors and their leaders came together to inspect and supervise the work, not missing any details.

In particular, the production director Meng Fanyao somewhat exceeded his authority and took on the duties of assistant director, directing the scene with a serious expression.

This is because he was scared by the little Taoist priest.

Ever since he learned from Zhang Jizhong about the lawsuit filed by Wang Rui, Lu Kuan's previous assessment of the situation has become more convincing, and he no longer dares to take it lightly.

Zhang Jizhong was studying the I Ching and Bagua that his assistant had bought from a bookstore in his RV. The space inside the RV was average. Domestic RVs were just starting out these days and the technological level was relatively low.

The RV that Big Beard owns is the Zhongtian Star TC5XLJ product of Zhongtian Special Vehicle, which was just established in May this year. It has a Nanjing Iveco chassis and a 5040T diesel engine, which just meets the current National II emission standards.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Meng Fanyao smiled and said, "Director, everything is ready. We can go back to Wuxi after today."

Zhang Jizhong looked up at him, his pen still moving quickly as he circled the "Po" hexagram that Lu Kuan mentioned.

"It's okay, don't be careless."

"Yes!" Meng Fanyao walked forward and filled the teacup with tact, glancing at what the producer was reading.

"Director Zhang, you've really put some thought into this. I think that guy is mostly just talking big."

Zhang Jizhong remained noncommittal: "No matter what others say, it's always right for us to do our own thing well."

Meng Fanyao nodded hurriedly in agreement. This young Taoist priest had indeed played a positive role. At least the atmosphere on the set had been completely renewed these past few days, and no one dared to slack off. Zhang Jizhong was already immersed in the mysteries of Chinese studies, pondering the meaning of "peeling the bed with feet, despising, chastity is evil", but he could not figure it out.

"careful!"

"Yapeng!"

Suddenly, there were several screams from outside the car, followed by Li Yapeng's scream. Meng Fanyao was terrified and ran out of the car in a panic without even having time to say hello!

"what happened!"

Li Yapeng had fallen to the ground screaming in pain, with varying degrees of bruises on his right leg and arm, but the painful expression on his face was obviously not caused by mere skin injuries.

"Yapeng!"

Zhou Xun pushed through the crowd and rushed over, his anxious expression evident. Li Yapeng's face was pale with pain, his lips were bloodless. He smiled miserably and said, "It's okay, it's probably a minor injury."

Jiang Qinqin walked over and pulled Zhou Xun slightly. There were so many people around and she was afraid that Zhou Xun's affair would be exposed.

The ambulance came roaring in, the doctor gave the patient a quick check and then told the nurse to take the patient back to the hospital for treatment.

Zhang Jizhong was calm and composed in the face of major events. Perhaps it was because the little Taoist priest's prediction had prepared him mentally in advance. He was amused and sad to find that his emotions were so stable at this moment.

If Wang Rui had met Lu Kuan earlier, he might not have been fired by himself.

"Doctor, how is it?"

The middle-aged doctor who was following up on the case exhaled heavily. The atmosphere in the cold winter was even more solemn, and the crew members were all waiting for his initial judgment.

If it is a serious illness such as a fracture that requires a cast, the shooting schedule will be delayed indefinitely.

"The preliminary diagnosis is right foot ligament damage and right knee meniscus damage. The specific extent will only be known after the X-ray is taken."

Meng Fanyao asked, "Does a meniscus injury require a cast?"

The doctor had no time to pay attention to them and stepped on the ambulance: "It depends on the situation. If the damage is too severe to be sutured, surgery may be needed to remove one of the branches."

The production director was left feeling confused and distraught.

Zhang Jizhong's expression suddenly changed, his brows twisted like a knot, and the little Taoist priest's judgment suddenly rang in his mind.

"To peel off the bed by its feet is a sign of contempt and misfortune. In short, if the bed legs are rotten, they will fall off, which damages the foundation."

Then I thought about the injury to Li Yapeng’s right foot and right knee...

The producer, who was born in 1951 and has already entered middle age, was still terrified and his hair stood on end.

This comes from human beings' natural fear of the unknown.

"Old Meng! Organize everyone to clean up the mess. I'm going back to Wuxi first."

He wanted to find Lu Kuan and ask for help in person as soon as possible. The crew could not stand any more trouble.

Zhou Xun changed his clothes and pulled the car door of Li Yapeng's brother and agent Li Yawei: "Brother Yawei, take me with you!"

"Zhou Xun, you'd better wait. The hospital will definitely be full of reporters. You..."

His meaning is very clear. Both of them are in the development stage of their careers. It is still unknown to what extent this relationship has developed and whether now is the right time to make it public.

Jiang Qinqin also held her tightly: "Have you forgotten what Lu Kuan said? He told you to stay in the hotel no matter what happens and don't run around."

Zhou Xun was stunned for a moment, but unfortunately she was such a self-centered and proud woman who would just follow her heart and go through fire and water, so how could she care about so many things?

"No, I have to go!" He got into the car and slammed the door.

The rear wheels of Santana 2000 suddenly shook off the rain on the ground and sped away.

(End of this chapter)