The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Zhang Chang'an skillfully wielded a kitchen knife in his cramped apartment.

"Knock knock knock!"

A red eye, as long as a forearm, was transformed into a plate of sashimi in the blink of an eye.

This is because his seafood butchering skills are still intact. He paid half the price to have it for a full three days.

Although I helped him kill Turner during the battle, we still have time when we get back to reality, so we can't waste it.

It's a pity he bought a slaughterhouse, not a cooking shop. If he doesn't rent a fish stall at the market and work there for a few days, he'll only be able to cut a plate of sashimi for himself.

"Perfect timing to have a belated birthday meal." Having survived a near-death experience, Zhang Chang'an felt a strange sense of clarity.

He wasn't short of money before, but he didn't really have many material desires either. Now, having just escaped death, he not only has the ability to earn more money, but he's also starting to want to enjoy life.

After finishing the sashimi, Zhang Chang'an sat back on the bed and started flipping through his English dictionary. He also looked at the documents that had been attached to the email.

Although the family tree had already been integrated into his body, this matter was still quite strange and worth investigating further.

However, due to the special nature of this matter, he could only try to translate it himself.

The frustrating thing is that he still cherishes the fragments of time and space, and he can't buy English-related skills, so even though the language in these legacy documents isn't too technical, progress is still slow.

Currently, only some identity information comparison documents have been translated, which are not very useful.

Just then, Zhang Chang'an's phone rang. He stopped what he was doing and answered the call:

"Feed?"

"Brother Fan? You're asking about my injury? It's fine now."

After hearing his response, the person on the other end immediately said, "Okay, I'll get straight to the point. Chang An, are you accurate when you throw things?"

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Zhang Chang'an soon arrived at the familiar film set.

Zhongshan Film and Television City is a large-scale film and television city that visitors can enter for sightseeing.

Although it can't compete with Hengdian, it has produced many famous works, such as "The Thunder" which Dong Shu was very dissatisfied with, or "The White Storm". Moreover, it covers an area of ​​one million square meters, so the conditions are indeed very good.

A large number of film crews have settled here, just like in Hengdian, where countless extras live nearby and make a living.

Zhang Chang'an was one of them, but he was slightly better than the average extra, since he had some skills.

Ordinary extras may not have any scenes to film every day, and even if they work themselves to the bone, they can only earn two or three thousand a month, while stuntmen can earn an extra thousand or so.

The only problem is the risk of workplace injury, like the day before his birthday.

"Chang'an, you're here." As soon as Zhang Chang'an arrived inside a film crew, a tall, upright young man greeted him and led him to a group of people.

Wu Fan, his classmate from when he was in martial arts school, was also the person who introduced him to this industry.

When Zhang Chang'an first left school, he actually worked as a real estate agent.

The real estate agency I worked for was terrible; not only were the properties in poor condition, but many were also damaged or damaged. So, after several years, my performance remained mediocre. Most importantly, I not only got criticized by the manager every day, but sometimes my deals were also stolen.

Finally, after losing another big deal and being criticized in return, he not only resigned but also kicked that lousy manager out of the agency and onto the dirty water that had just been spilled at the food stall next door.

Although the mediation was successful and he didn't have to pay compensation, that lousy manager made the whole thing public, and no sales positions in the area where he used to work dared to hire him anymore.

It was through Wu Fan's introduction that Zhang Chang'an came to Zhongshan.

Wu Fan had some connections in this area, helping to solve not only his entry into the industry but also issues like renting a place to live during the initial stages of his career transition.

That's why, even though they're of the same generation, Zhang Chang'an would call Fan Ge (Brother Fan).

"Director Chen, just let him try again. If he can't throw it accurately right away, find a stunt double to throw it for him, film it separately, and then edit it in post-production."

The key is that he's good-looking. Since he's not an extra, he needs to be good-looking to be remembered. "Li Xiang, don't just stand there, go try again!"

On a small stool in front of Zhang Chang'an sat a middle-aged director wearing a baseball cap.

The man speaking in Cantonese was a rather formally dressed man squatting next to him. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be an agent promoting his own artist.

Beside these two, there was a typical idol trainee with slender arms and fair skin, listening impatiently; this must be Li Xiang.

However, when Director Chen saw Wu Fan arrive with his entourage, he immediately raised his hand to signal the agent to shut up, while speaking in Cantonese-accented Mandarin:

"I'm not looking for a typical supporting role, but the key is to perform the action properly, to have skills and presence that set you apart from other thugs. It has nothing to do with looks."

Moreover, the effect I want is difficult to achieve in post-production. It's also an ensemble scene, and shooting multiple takes would only waste the entire crew's time.

After he finished speaking, the trainee named Li Xiang immediately put on a cold face, turned around and left without looking back, and casually threw the half-empty drink aside.

"Hey, Li Xiang!" the agent called out as he turned around.

After receiving no response, he turned his head back, as if he wanted to say something more to Director Chen.

But just then, a noise on set suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

To be precise, it is a series of actions and the sounds they produce.

Zhang Chang'an walked silently to the group, picked up the drink that Li Xiang had just thrown away, and then casually tossed it aside.

The beverage bottle traced a smooth arc and landed with a "thud" in a trash can about eight or nine meters away on the edge of the film set.

Li Xiang had just arrived near the trash can. Her delicate body… ah, no, her body trembled, startled by the noise.

The agent suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.

Director Chen pondered for a moment, then turned to Wu Fan: "Is this one of your men?"

Wu Fan gave Zhang Chang'an a knowing look, and at the same time said:

"That's right, my classmate from martial arts school has been working with me in our group all along. You should remember him. He got a little injured a couple of days ago, but he still finished filming. He's very strong."

And he had a good image, didn't he? Back then, a lot of girls from the neighboring school liked him..."

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All around, sticks were being swung and the sounds of breaking bottles filled the air.

Inside the old, illegally constructed walled city buildings, all sorts of debris were flying around, and countless young people dressed in street style were fighting in a chaotic melee, wielding wooden sticks, steel pipes, and even 2.4-foot-long knives and watermelon knives.

Zhang Chang'an raised his hand and knocked several people over, then looked up at the top of the building amidst the chaotic crowd.

More thugs stood in the corridor, throwing bottles and other debris down. Many of his brothers who were fighting well were knocked over by the debris.

Zhang Chang'an then casually picked up the empty wine bottle from the ground, turned around in his leather jacket, and suddenly flung the bottle away.

With a loud crash, shards of glass flew everywhere, and an exaggeratedly dressed young man fell to the ground, also knocking down one or two others in the process.

"Bang! Bang!" One piece of debris after another flew upwards, and the attack from upstairs gradually slowed down. Taking advantage of this momentum, the group broke through the defenses at the bottom of the building and officially entered the building.