Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 205: Intellectuals who don't study Chinese literature end up committing murder and robbery?
Shenzhen, Bao'an Airport.

Qi Hui walked out, his forehead covered, his expression beneath the mask showing extreme discomfort.

Simply put, this airport is a godsend for those with trypophobia.

The dense array of things overhead was extremely uncomfortable to look at.

As he walked out of the airport, Qi Hui looked around but didn't see Jing Tian or her assistant.

I picked up my phone to make a call, only to find that Jing Tian had sent a text message a few minutes earlier:
"I have something to take care of, so I can't pick you up. You'll have to come over by yourself."

At the end of the text message was an address.

Qi Hui stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled. He had video chatted with Jing Tian on QQ last night, so why was he suddenly acting like this?

Qi Hui didn't think much of it and took a taxi to the address Jing Tian had given him.

The vehicle started and drove on the road. Qi Hui was surprised to find that the vehicle was actually an electric tram.

After chatting briefly with the driver, I realized that it was a BYD electric car.

That's a bit ridiculous... Qi Hui had always thought the tram wouldn't come out for a long time.

I didn't expect to be sitting here already.

After a moment of surprise, Qi Hui, bored, opened Weibo and browsed his phone, only to be surprised to see Yang Mi's Weibo post expressing her support for Zhao Wenzhuo.

Under this Weibo post, some praised her, some criticized her, some spoke up for Zhao Wenzhuo, and some spoke up for Zhen Zidan.

It was a chaotic mess.

However, Yang Mi seems to be the first to stand up and support Zhao Wenzhuo.

Qi Hui stroked his chin in confusion. Before he transmigrated, there seemed to be a rumor that Yang Mi had fallen out with the Hong Kong entertainment circle and completely lost its resources because of this incident.

……

ten minutes ago

The crew of "Special Identity"... should be called the crew of "Ultimate Decoding".

The production team hasn't changed its name yet.

Jing Tian frowned, a hint of annoyance appearing on her pretty face.

Zhen Zidan, with a grin, held the script and kept urging him to make revisions.

Seeing Jing Tian's somewhat annoyed expression, he also became displeased: "Pretty lady, now that one person has left, it's just me left, so I have no choice but to rewrite the script."

"I already told you, we'll talk about this later, I have urgent business to attend to." Jing Tian was extremely annoyed.

"Revising the script is a big deal, even if it's urgent, it should be put on hold, beautiful lady!" Zhen Zidan persisted.

He knew the woman in front of him was not simple, so he kept his distance and only talked about work-related matters.

However... the degree of restraint is determined by people.

Over the past few days, he has gradually figured out the other party's bottom line.

If the method is appropriate, you can still reap considerable benefits.

Helpless, Jing Tian, ​​who was stuck with the situation, could only send a message to Qi Hui.

Seeing this beautiful woman, Zhen Zidan was no longer in a hurry, and he leisurely began to discuss the script with Jing Tian.

A dozen minutes later, after the script was finished, Jing Tian was about to leave, but Zhen Zidan stopped her again.

"Is there anything else?" Jing Tian's expression was somewhat unpleasant.

"Hey beautiful, this is an action scene," he said with a grin. "How about I be your action director, like I told you before?"

"You know I'm really good at kung fu!"

Donnie Yen is a loud and boisterous man, and his tattoos and thug-like appearance make him quite annoying.

Qi Hui stood not far away, watching this scene, and slowly pulled down the sunglasses on his nose.

Jing Tian's eyes lit up, and she immediately ignored Zhen Zidan and quickly walked up to Qi Hui.

"You arrived so quickly?" Jing Tian exclaimed in surprise.

"I missed you," Qi Hui said with a smile, glancing at the chattering Zhen Zidan, his smile remaining unchanged.

"He is..."

"A bunch of dog skin plasters!" Jing Tian frowned, somewhat annoyed.

Zhen Zidan naturally also noticed Qi Hui.

Seeing Jing Tian, ​​who had been so impatient with him just moments before, now smiling and greeting others, Zhen Zidan grinned, his gaze growing increasingly displeased.

"Hey—!" he shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing on our set?"

"Security! Security! Why did you let him in?"

Looking at Zhen Zidan, who exuded a roguish air, was covered in tattoos, and was jumping around, Qi Hui raised an eyebrow. He took back his previous statement; a character is a character, and an actor is an actor.

A good role doesn't necessarily mean a good actor.

Donnie Yen's voice was quite loud, and when the others on set heard it, they all rushed over.

At a glance, Qi Hui recognized many of the faces: Lu Huiguang, Zhou Zhaolong, and Zhang Hanyu.

And Yang Zhigang, even he's here.

Qi Hui also spotted an old man with white hair in the crowd, Bao Dexi.

He's the cinematographer in Guo Fan's film crew who won an Oscar.

Qi Hui also acquired the art director skill from him.

Hearing Zhen Zidan shouting and yelling, Jing Tian, ​​whose mood had just improved, suddenly became annoyed.

This list of names is getting more and more outrageous!

"Shut up, or you're not coming tomorrow!" Jing Tian shouted coldly.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Zidan's expression changed slightly. His previously arrogant look vanished instantly, and he abruptly shut his mouth.

He played Ip Man well, so he wanted to take this opportunity to enter the mainland market, just like Li Lianjie and Cheng Long did back then.

The reason for the constant revisions was to turn this film into a true male-centric movie, fully highlighting his presence.

But to my utter surprise, this woman dared to threaten to fire me...

"Hehehe, Adan, why are you so impulsive?"

At that moment, another person's voice rang out, breaking the somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

A middle-aged man with medium-length hair came out and said with a smile, "I am director Huo Yaoliang."

The boss announced he was firing the male lead, so of course the director had to come out and check it out.

He didn't want too much chaos on set; Zhao Wenzhuo, one of the other male leads, had already left, and things were chaotic enough already.

The director's appearance allowed Donnie Yen, who had been reprimanded, to breathe a slight sigh of relief, as he had almost lost face.

But soon, anger welled up in his heart.

He dared not do anything to Jing Tian, ​​but if this pretty boy left unscathed, all his years of hard work would have been for nothing.
"Who is this...?" The director looked at Qi Hui, somewhat puzzled.

"My friend," Jing Tian said calmly, "is there anything wrong with her coming to visit the set?"

"No, no, you're very welcome." Huo Yaoliang chuckled. He had come to the mainland much earlier than Zhen Zidan and wasn't as arrogant as Zhen Zidan.

Moreover, this handsome guy seems a bit off; he looks like someone you shouldn't mess with.

"Everyone, disperse," Jing Tian waved her hand dismissively and called out.

Qi Hui comforted him, "Don't be angry, it's not a big deal. Come on, show me around here."

“Okay…” Jing Tian took a deep breath and led Qi Hui inside.

Watching Qi Hui and Jing Tian leave, Yang Zhigang sighed with some emotion. As expected of Qi Hui, he was still as formidable as ever after so long.

He even managed to seduce a rich woman.

……

"Hey~, do you guys know that jerk?" Zhen Zi asked, pulling Lu Huiguang and Zhou Zhaolong along.

Lu Huiguang frowned and said slowly, "Adan, don't mess with that handsome guy."

"He's not someone to mess with."

"What?" Zhen Zidan was annoyed, even his own people weren't on his side: "Is he good at fighting? Or what's he from?"

Donnie Yen is currently at his peak and doesn't take anyone seriously.

He dared to challenge Li Lianjie and Cheng Long, let alone some nobody who came from who-knows-where.

“That person is not simple; his demeanor is somewhat like that of a member of the Big Circle Gang,” Lu Huiguang said slowly in a low voice.

"You think so too?" Zhou Zhaolong asked in surprise. "I also think he looks a bit like those big circle gangsters from back then."

“Yes, yes!” Lu Huiguang nodded repeatedly: “That’s exactly how those big shots are. They look all refined and gentle, but they’re ruthless killers who don’t blink an eye when they kill!”

He was an overseas Chinese in Thailand, and he had seen many deaths there.

Even so, the thought of those gangsters who wreaked havoc on Hong Kong Island two or three decades ago still sends chills down my spine.

Zhou Zhaolong and Lu Huiguang exchanged a glance, both seeing the apprehension in each other's eyes.

The Black Star and the AK—the sheer power and terror of those Big Circle Boys back then were deeply etched into their minds.

I heard they're intellectuals from mainland China... Damn, what kind of intellectuals are they!
What intellectual would engage in murder and robbery without studying Chinese literature?
Zhen Zidan frowned: "Is he blind? Is he really that amazing?"

(End of this chapter)