Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 533 A Disagreement Leads to an Empty Magazine

Hengdian World Studios, a street from the Republican era.
Western-style buildings are everywhere here, and the assistant director is already waiting outside with the extras.
Qi Hui led several pyrotechnicians to perform their routines on the street.

In the director's booth, actors Jing Tian and Gao Yuanyuan watched from afar.

Jing Tian frowned, worry showing between her brows.
We're going to film an explosion scene in a bit, and the extras will be the ones getting blown up, but there need to be children among them.

To ensure safety, Qi Hui took the pyrotechnician directly to the stage for a trial.

I went through it myself to make sure everything was safe.

"Director, pay attention!" another pyrotechnician shouted from the control panel, "Three, two, one!"

"put!"

He turned on all the switches, and the pre-placed explosives on the street detonated one after another.
boom! boom! boom!
Fierce explosions roared, and flames, smoke, splinters of wood, and various other debris flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, it engulfed Qi Hui and several pyrotechnicians.

The streets were filled with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder; the scene looked terrifying.

The actors were terrified, thinking, "Holy crap, that was explosive!"
The extras were equally terrified; they had been to explosion sites before.

They'd seen so many anti-Japanese war dramas, they'd even played the Japanese devils and the Eighth Route Army, but this was the first time they'd ever witnessed such a brutal bombing.

This is even more terrifying than a war drama!
"Bah bah bah..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, several figures rushed out, rubbing their noses incessantly, some even coughing.

Although they were somewhat disheveled, Qi Hui and the others were completely unharmed.

Seeing this, the stagehands quickly brought them bottled water and helped them catch their breath.

"The sound is a bit loud." Qi Hui paused for a moment, then instructed, "Send some earplugs to the extras, especially the children, and make sure they are protected."

"Yes!" The security team nodded repeatedly and quickly went to find earplugs.

They always carry a lot of this simple protective gear in their toolbox.

The assistant director had no objection to this, saying that during filming, they were just background figures and using earplugs wouldn't affect anything.

However, the extras and supporting actors who had scenes on camera faced a slightly more difficult situation, as they couldn't wear earplugs.

The extras in the distance, seeing the director and the others emerge unharmed, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, it wasn't a life-threatening job.

Safety accidents are common on film sets. Gao Hu once accidentally caused serious injury to someone on set, who later died from their injuries.
Nobody wants this to happen to them.

However, now that the director has led the group through the route, the extras have been reassured.

The addition of earplugs and other protective devices also made them aware of the production crew's attitude.

It's much better than those film crews that treat extras like human props; at least here they treat the extras like people.

Qi Hui and the pyrotechnicians were panting, while the assistant director immediately led the production crew into the set to set up the props, tidy up the clutter, and clean up the smoke and dust from the explosion.

The set was bustling with activity, and the previously crowded director's booth was suddenly emptied.

Qi Hui stepped out of the director's booth, taking the opportunity to breathe some fresh air.

But then, several people suddenly appeared in Qi Hui's line of sight and walked quickly toward him.

"Hahahaha... Qi Hui." Feng Xiaogang grinned widely and walked over enthusiastically:
"So that's where all this explosion stuff was coming from! Oh, it's you guys!"

"Oh my, Director Feng!" Qi Hui greeted him with a warm smile and quickly stepped forward to shake his hand. "Director Feng, it's been a long time!"

"Yes, the last time we met was at the celebration banquet for 'Mojin: The Lost Legend'!" Feng Xiaogang laughed heartily, full of enthusiasm.

You can't see any negative emotions in him at all.

While being enthusiastic, Qi Hui also glanced at the others around Feng Xiaogang:
"Director Feng, are you filming a movie too?"

"It's already finished filming." Feng Xiaogang laughed and said, "Our movie 'Mr. Six' was filmed a few months ago, and now we're here to add a few more shots."

"This time I'm not the director, I'm the lead actor." Feng Xiaogang stepped aside, revealing his true colors:

"That's a real director, no kidding."

"Hello, Director Guan, I've long admired your name." Qi Hui shook hands, putting on a formal smile: "I've always admired the name of the sixth generation of directors, and today I finally get to meet you."

He's actually not interested in Guan Hu; this guy's biased.
"Hahaha...please excuse my rudeness." Guan Hu waved his hands repeatedly: "What sixth generation or not, the accomplished are my teachers."

"Director Qi is far more accomplished than us bookworms in the directing profession."

He had met Qi Hui several times, but this was their first formal meeting.

He had heard many rumors about Qi Hui. It was said that he was difficult to get along with, unruly, arrogant, and liked to beat people.

If he weren't a capitalist, director, and actor all at the same time, he would have been blacklisted long ago!
If he had debuted a few years earlier and dared to be so arrogant, he would have been drowned in Victoria Harbour on Hong Kong Island long ago!
As Guan Hu recalled the rumors, he could only find them absurd.

Who's so stupid as to spread such a rumor? Isn't Qi Hui known for being humble, gentle, and polite?

As for Lu Chuan... he's an idiot. Look at what he's done.

Having gotten into three copyright infringement lawsuits in a row, not to mention Qi Hui, he wanted to kick Lu Chuan twice.

In the director's studio, Qi Hui was seen chatting with the crew of "Mr. Six". Jing Tian, ​​Gao Yuanyuan, the B-team director, the director of photography, and the art director also gathered around.

We need to see how things go. What if the director gets beaten up... uh, what if the director beats someone up?
They could try to mediate the fight, right?
With the director's skills, he might accidentally break someone's leg again.

"Your film crew is great!" Feng Xiaogang greeted them. "Jing Tian, ​​Yuan Yuan, hello there, everyone."

Several people around him also greeted Feng Xiaogang.

For a time, both host and guests were entertained, and laughter filled the air.

Seeing that the atmosphere and the time were right, Guan Hu pulled out a thin young man from behind him:
"This is our male lead in the film, playing Director Feng's son. What do you think? Handsome, right?"

Actually, someone else played Feng Xiaogang's son.

But they came here naturally to expand their network and take the opportunity to get to know Qi Hui. Saying this would also make Qi Hui think more highly of them. Anyway, he doesn't know...

Qi Hui is incredibly powerful now; even a tiny bit of his wealth leaking out from between his fingers would be enough to feed an ordinary person for a long time.

Qi Hui raised an eyebrow. "A gentleman with a sign?"

That's right, he starred in "Mr. Six".

Feng Xiaogang plays the male lead, Sixth Master, in a movie about Sixth Master saving his son, and he plays the son.

He's also a rich second-generation heir and a gang leader.

He played himself perfectly.

Guan Hu came here not only to expand his network, but also to try and get some connections.

“He’s Canadian,” Guan Hu continued. “He debuted in South Korea as a member of EXO, and has now returned to Canada.”

These days, studying abroad is a symbol of status and prestige.

"Uh... hello." Qianzi's slightly accented voice rang out, somewhat reserved.

Faced with Qi Hui's somewhat amused gaze, he always felt a bit of pressure.

Guan Hu continued rambling on: "He grew up abroad, look into his eyes, don't you see a purity that most Chinese people don't have..."

Snapped!
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Hui slapped Qianzi on the shoulder, his smile carrying a deeper meaning:

"Canadian?"

"Uh...yes, yes." Qianzi's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt a sharp aura rushing towards him.

He suddenly remembered the New York police officers he had seen during his trip to New York.

He suddenly remembered those veteran killers in uniform who would empty their magazines at the slightest provocation.

He witnessed gunfights on the streets of New York several times, and was even pointed at by a Glock 19 on a few occasions.

If you don't cooperate at all, the other side will empty your magazine instantly.

That feeling was terrifying... and made you tremble.

And now, he experienced that feeling again.

The arm draped over his shoulder felt like the muzzle of a Glock 19.

If he didn't cooperate at all, he would punch his own throat to pieces... He didn't know why he felt this way.

But this feeling just inexplicably exists.

Seeing this, the director of photography, Lao Wen, rolled his eyes and quietly took out his camera to start recording.

As a photography director, it's perfectly reasonable for him to carry a camera with him, right?

"Age?" Qi Hui's voice slowly rang out.

"25..." Qianzi answered instinctively, daring not to resist in the slightest.
"What?"

"Debuting idols..."

Have you ever taken drugs?

"Never...smoked...nausea."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the onlookers instantly changed.

What the hell? !
(End of this chapter)