I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 367, Three Actors Show Off Their Skills

Enjoyable.

That was so damn fun!

This applies not only to Ge You and Jiang Wen.

For the onlookers around them.

Jiang Weijian, Liu Jialing, Chen Kun, and the others.

is also like this.

"So this is what it feels like to watch masters put on a show." Chen Kun was greatly shocked at this moment.

In terms of status.

In television dramas, Li Yun and Chen Kun are about the same, but in film, Li Yun is slightly better.

His status in the television drama industry alone is not enough to make up for the feeling of playing a supporting role.

To play a supporting role to someone of the same caliber.

Actually, it's not that comfortable.

But there's nothing I can do; the script and the director are theirs, so it's understandable that they'd cast me as the lead.

But just as the performance began, he realized he had made a mistake.

A celebrity's status does not equate to their acting skills.

Same level of fame.

Stronger acting skills.

It is not impossible.

He just hadn't expected Li Yun's strength to reach such a level.

This scene of the Feast at Hongmen is just the prologue.

That was enough for him to feel the gap.

Liu Jialing, who was standing next to her, felt the same way.

The young man before me.

It seems to be quite extraordinary.

Only Jiang Weijian.

I realized this was just the beginning.

Next.

Li Yun made a request.

The scene depicting the Feast at Hongmen was filmed in one go.

Three cameras with rotating lenses provide all-around shooting.

One continuous shot.

Do you agree?

Jiang Wen and Ge You smiled slightly.

Who's afraid of you?

Huang Silang.

At the dinner table, the three of them laughed, which heightened the tense atmosphere to an extreme.

"Ma, this county magistrate, bought his position; he bought the post just to make money."

"Moreover, Mr. Ma doesn't like to make money off the poor."

"So, county magistrate, whose money are you making?"

"I'll just take money from whoever has it."

"Then who has money?"

"You have money."

"Hahahaha!" Huang Silang laughed, "The county magistrate can take whatever he fancy."

"Haha, I'm not a bandit, I'm the county magistrate. A county magistrate should make money in a legitimate way." Zhang Muzhi waved his hand.

"Well said. There are two big families in Goose City who sell people to America to build railroads and make a living off them."

Master Tang pretended to be confused: "We're still talking about the knife."

Huang Silang waved his hand elegantly.

"No, this is money used by Americans."

"The knife's here! With Master Huang here, the money's here!"

Master Huang flattered him with a beaming smile.

He realized something.

The advisor in front of me is not a staunch supporter of Zhang Mu.

He is someone who can be swayed.

Every few words were a test.

However, Zhang Mazi brought the topic back again.

Let's not talk about the two major families.

Let's not talk about knives anymore.

Let's talk about you, Huang Silang.

Everyone in the South knows that you, Huang Silang, are the boss of Goose City. You handled most of the opium during the Republic of China era.

My role is often just an empty shell, with hundreds of people eating, drinking, and relieving themselves every day.

At this moment, Huang Silang did not truly intend to kill.

They even tried to reconcile with the county magistrate.

If you're really here to make money.

Then everything will be much easier to handle.

At this moment, Huang Silang said in a deliberately serious tone.

"I have a good place to go here."

"Where to?"

"Zhang Mazi"

"Oh? Zhang Mazi?" Jiang Wen looked very surprised.

The atmosphere was completely silent, growing increasingly tense and oppressive.

Then a scream came from behind the curtain.

The man who sold cold noodles died.

The first round of the confrontation between the two sides has ended.

They competed against each other, and each side had its victories and defeats.

"What does this pockmarked man have to do with me? Is he perhaps in Goose City?"

"exist."

"They're not here either."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Now Zhang Muzhi knew that his identity as Zhang Mazi had not been exposed.

"You should know what kind of business I'm in."

"Your biggest business was the opium trade, covering almost half of the Republic of China, and you handled everything along the way."

"Wrong! I'm just Commander Liu's errand boy."

"I'm only one leg."

"How many legs does Commander Liu have?"

"Three, I suppose. Master Huang is still a powerful figure."

"Yes, my thigh! Now that leg is broken, Zhang Mazi broke it. Eight out of ten times, Zhang Mazi robs me!"

"That man with the pockmarked face is very wealthy."

"If you go to suppress bandits, you'll have as much money as you want."

"We don't have the guts to suppress bandits."

At this moment, Master Tang also said with a smile, "But under the guise of suppressing bandits, they not only have the audacity to embezzle money, they are incredibly bold!"

What kind of damn line is that?

It's so bullshit.

The photographer's hands almost trembled when he took this picture.

Jiang Weijian couldn't stand it anymore and quickly replaced the photographer.

I'll do it myself; I can't let this scene go wrong.

"Besides, I can help here. I'll provide the money, and you two families have to pay the same amount I contribute! I'll contribute 80—no, I'll contribute 180 million! The more you contribute, the more you earn!"

"Then we'll return Master Huang's money in full, and split the money between the two families 30/70. We'll take our share of the money from both families." The clerk was beaming with joy; this was a huge profit, clearly visible to the naked eye.

If things had continued smoothly like this...

Then Zhang Muzhi would become just like the county magistrates of the past.

"We don't need to pay back the 180 million! It's just bandit suppression, right? Suppress! When we seize Zhang Mazi's goods, this 180 million will be nothing."

"He's just a nobody like Zhang Mazi, let's take him down!"

"Tough!" Smiling Tiger Huang Silang gave a thumbs up, but he was also somewhat surprised by how things had turned out.

"We'll see if it's hard or not later!"

When they arrived at this point, Master Tang got angry: "You're taking too big a step; you might tear your balls."

"And why is it a 73/50 split? Why is only 30% given to Master Huang? It should at least be a 50/50 split!"

Zhang Mazi exuded a murderous aura.

The smiling tiger is still smiling.

But the look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.

"Indeed, if we can truly suppress the bandits, then the small force of those two families is just a drop in the ocean." But at this moment, Huang Silang had some doubts: "You have the guts, but how can I believe you have the ability to suppress bandits?"

"If that guy with the pockmarked face can rob your goods, why can't he get into your house?"

"My watchtower is impregnable; he can't get in."

"Then how can you believe that only the advisor and I came in?"

At this moment, Zhang Muzhi whistled without changing his expression.

When he arrived at this point, Huang Silang's expression truly changed, and the murderous intent on his face was palpable.

He lost this round.

Now my life and fortune are in their hands.

Then a scream came from behind the curtain.

This signifies the end of the second round of the confrontation.

They're all dead!

Master Tang yelled strangely.

"You can betray me, don't wrong yourself." Huang Silang smiled faintly, his mood shifting back to a game of strategy: "But those who dare to fight bandits face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death."

How do you know?

I met Zhang Mazi once 20 years ago.

"What a coincidence!"

"Looking back suddenly, I see him in the dim light, when he was in the light and I was in the dark." Huang Silang was lost in his memories.

"So, at that time?"

"Just like right now."

At this moment, Huang Silang was scrutinizing Zhang Muzhi.

It seems to be watching.

I saw my own reflection.

They started from the same point, yet chose completely opposite paths.

"However, you lack one thing compared to him."

"It's not the freckles on your face, is it?"

"You can't pretend to be confused."

"That's right. When we were decorating the balcony, the fortune teller told my mother that my child has one major flaw: he can't play dumb. Brother, do you think I can change that?"

"No, this is something he's born with and can't change, unlike the advisor, who's a natural genius at feigning ignorance." Huang Silang looked at the advisor and asked, "What's 'knife'?"

"US dollar!"

The three people present burst into laughter.

The atmosphere was so harmonious.

"Master, let me offer you a toast!"

"Fourth Master, when we recover the opium, two layers will suffice."

"No, cut it in half!"

When it's said to be split in half.

Huang Silang's murderous intent was almost impossible to conceal.

After all, it's a dead person.

Talking about profit sharing is meaningless.

I'll give you 80% of it.

But what can a dead person like you possibly swallow?

"To show my sincerity, I'll offer you a deposit first!"

Huang Silang ordered a beautiful woman to bring out the jewels.

The gemstones were dazzling and incredibly beautiful, but when the woman came out, she did trip and fall, dropping the gemstones to the ground.

This made the already tense Feast at Hongmen even more tense.

Huang Silang turned around and picked up his knife.

You damned thing.

Huang Silang originally wanted to kill someone to vent his anger, and that's when Huang Silang took out his knife.

Zhang Muzhi, who was standing next to him, also picked up his kaishaku in an instant.

"Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns. The young lady is as beautiful as a flower, brother, you mustn't be angry."

At this moment, Huang Silang also grabbed the knife handle, his eyes wide open and his hands trembling slightly.

Now both knives are in his hands.

Just as Zhang Muzhi said.

You can't be angry.

How dare you be angry?

At this moment, Huang Silang immediately turned from anger to laughter.

"Hahaha, very good, very good! I wish we had met sooner! I wish we had met sooner! Here you go, young lady, and present the diamonds together."

At this moment, Huang Silang released his knife, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Then Master Tang, who was standing next to him, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't they Daiyu and Qingwen? Why is there only one woman?"

"Japanese names, like Daiyu and Qingwenzi!"

Hahahaha.

The three of them burst into laughter.

While people were laughing and toasting at the dinner table, a scene of bloodshed unfolded behind the curtain.

This signals the end of the third round of the confrontation.

This is the final round.

This was a trap.

"Master, brilliant!"

"The county magistrate is tough!"

"Master Huang, it's tall and hard!"

The entire shooting room was filled with cheerful smiles, yet also contained a myriad of emotions.

The Feast at Hongmen.

The three actors put on a spectacular performance.

It only leaves onlookers in awe.

Jiang Weijian even felt that none of the performances he had seen by many national first-class actors before were as pure as this one.

None of them possess the expressiveness and tension they have now.

too strong.

This is unparalleled expressiveness.

(End of this chapter)