Returning after three years of reincarnation in the world of martial arts

Chapter 114 Two Days Later

"Yes! Master!"

Yan Zhenxin agreed, opened the file bag in his hand, and was about to take out a pen and paper from it.

This file bag is full of actor contracts.

Before that, Cao Kun from Canglangmen and Huo Xinyi from Huo Family Martial Arts Hall both signed a copy.

At this moment, Chang Shan glanced at the remaining ten or so diners in the store, and saw that all the diners were attracted to them. Some of them had already taken pictures with their mobile phones. Chang Shan's eyes flashed a shadow, and he suddenly said: "You don't need to be so troublesome. I can see that today you are not here to fight to the death, but to invite our brothers to act in a movie. If this is the case, then our brothers will agree."

The younger brother Chang Feng beside him frowned and said in a low voice: "Brother, why don't we have a fight? This is too irritating."

Chang Shan glared at him, warning him not to speak.

Li Zhongwu smiled, "Thank you!"

Immediately ordered Yan Zhenxin, "Zhenxin! Give the actor contract to two friends!"

Yan Zhenxin: "Yes! Master!"

……

A few minutes later, when Li Zhongwu and Yan Zhenxin left, Chang Feng, who was still clutching his right hand tightly with his left hand, couldn't help but asked Chang Shan again in a low voice, "Brother, why didn't we fight just now? I lost because of carelessness. Let's fight together." If you win, you may not be able to win."

Chang Shan squinted at him, "Careless? You rushed over like that, and you were punched and flew two or three meters away. You said it was careless? What is the biggest feature of our Poshanquan? Have you forgotten?"

Chang Feng frowned.

Chang Shan: "Strength is the strongest point of our Mountain Breaking Fist. Just now you were sent flying by the opponent's punch. If you think about it carefully, even if we fight together, do we really have a chance of winning?"

Chang Feng's expression was still a little dissatisfied, and he retorted in a low voice: "But I can't swallow this breath if I admit it like this!"

Chang Shan: "If you can't swallow it, you have to swallow it! Didn't you notice that you shot early just now, before the customers in the store reacted, you lost. Later, the customers realized that several customers had already taken out their mobile phones Come to shoot, let's fight again at this time, if we lose, will the business of our boxing gym be spread out? Besides, didn't you hear what he said? Cao Kun from Canglangmen and Huo Xinyi from Huojia Martial Arts Hall agreed I've starred in his movie, think about it with your brain, do you think both Cao Kun and Huo Xinyi want to act in a movie? Why do you think they agreed to his invitation? Huh?"

Chang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he said in surprise, "Brother, what do you mean... Cao Kun and Huo Xinyi also lost to him?"

Chang Shan snorted coldly, "What else? So! Don't worry about it. Since Cao Kun and Huo Xinyi can sign the contract if they lose, why can't our brothers sign it? Are our brothers more famous than Cao Kun and Huo Xinyi?" Is it still old?"

Chang Feng thought for a while, his face looked much better, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

Two days later.

It was more than 7 o'clock in the morning.

No. 63, Shenjia Lane, Causeway Bay.

Li Zhongwu, who was wearing a white double-breasted exercise uniform, was standing in the courtyard, facing the east, facing the morning glow, and was practicing Qi, when suddenly someone knocked on the courtyard door.

Then, Jin Hao's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Li Zhongwu! Li Zhongwu! Open the door, here I come, open the door!"

Li Zhongwu frowned slightly, his qi training was interrupted again today, which made him a little helpless.

Last night he called Jin Hao to come over, but he didn't expect the fat man to come so early today.

There was no other way, he immediately closed his work slowly, and then walked over to open the gate of the courtyard.

At the door, Jin Hao raised his right hand, as if he was about to slap the courtyard door twice, and when he saw the courtyard door opened, he smiled and withdrew his hand.

"come in!"

Li Zhongwu turned around and walked back, Jin Hao hurriedly strode in and closed the courtyard door behind him.

While walking, he asked in a brisk tone: "You called me over last night and said you have something to tell me. What's the matter? Can't you talk on the phone?"

Li Zhongwu: "The list you gave me, the 10 people on it, except for Ju Xudong, one who is sick, and one who is out, I have successfully invited the other 7 people. I have also written the script. You can form a crew as soon as possible! I called you over today mainly to get you over to get the script."

While speaking, Li Zhongwu walked into the kitchen. Jin Hao was attracted by Li Zhongwu's words. He was in a state of surprise, and he didn't notice the kitchen door at all. Li Zhongwu entered the kitchen, and he followed the kitchen.

"No way? How did you do it? You invited 7 people so quickly? Really? Are you bragging?"

Jin Hao was surprised and delighted, and he couldn't believe it.

Li Zhongwu lifted the lid of the casserole on the coal stove, reached for a large spoon, scooped up a spoonful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, looked at it, and felt that it was almost done, so he took a large bowl and scooped the porridge into the bowl.

When he went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables this morning, he accidentally discovered that there were preserved eggs. He was aroused at that time, and bought a few without thinking about it, and came back to cook porridge.

He originally thought that in this new era, many things have been lost, and many traditional delicacies should also be lost.

Unexpectedly, the production technology of preserved eggs has not been lost.

It seems... Maybe, even in the years when human beings are about to become extinct, there are still foodies among Chinese people who are still making preserved eggs quietly.

Of course, it is also possible that later people discovered the technology of making preserved eggs from ancient relics.

Spoonfuls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge were scooped into a bowl, and Li Zhongwu replied casually: "Whether it is true or not, you can verify it yourself later. As for how I did it, you don't have to worry about it. By the way, Ju Xudong I didn't go, anyway, you've been in the same crew with him every day, so I'll leave it to you to invite Ju Xudong, how? No problem, right?"

Jin Hao's father is the chief director of "The Heir", and Ju Xudong is the action director of "The Heir".

Li Zhongwu felt that Jin Hao should be able to invite Ju Xudong with this relationship.

And he didn't invite Ju Xudong himself, mainly because he and Ju Xudong knew each other. A few days ago, there was an explosion on the set, and after he pretended to be unconscious, it was the hospital that Ju Xudong sent him to.

Because of this friendship, Li Zhongwu was embarrassed to use force to force Ju Xudong to participate in his new movie.

"Okay, let me try! By the way, what is this? Porridge? What's in it? Why is it so fragrant? Can you get me a bowl too? Hey, I haven't eaten this morning!"

Jin Hao responded casually, but stared at the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in Li Zhongwu's bowl and casserole, sniffed his nose, and pursed his mouth several times, obviously hungry.

Li Zhongwu glanced at him, handed him the bowl he had just filled, and brought another big bowl to fill himself again.

"Preserved egg porridge, have you never eaten it?"

he asked casually.

Holding the bowl in both hands, Jin Hao took another sip of the aroma in the bowl, smiled and shook his head, "No! I've never seen such a strange porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge? The name is very special! You can lose weight after eating this thing. Is it? Hey, then I have to eat more!"

Can you lose weight by eating preserved egg and lean meat porridge?
This comprehension ability made Li Zhongwu couldn't help but glance at him again.

But I'm not interested in explaining to him.

Let him think what he wants!

He got fatter after eating, no wonder I, who made him uneducated.

yard.

Li Zhongwu ate the porridge unhurriedly. In contrast, Jin Hao was much more eager to eat, eating in a hurry, as if someone was robbing him.

After eating a bowl, I went to the kitchen to fill another bowl.

After the meal, Li Zhongwu made himself a pot of tea, and made a cup for Jin Hao by the way, then went into the study and handed a copy of the handwritten script to Jin Hao.

When Jin Hao took a look in his hand, he was surprised and said, "Handwritten? You can write well! Have you read many books? How many years have you read?"

On the copied script, there are lines of text written in vigorous strokes. At first glance, they are indeed very beautiful.

Li Zhongwu smiled lightly, and said casually: "You should read the content of the script first! After reading it, tell me your opinion."

Jin Hao looked at him again, nodded, and without asking any more questions, he lowered his head and began to read the script seriously.

Li Zhongwu's beautiful calligraphy made Jin Hao look forward to the quality of Li Zhongwu's script.

Because of such beautiful characters, he believed that Li Zhongwu's cultural level was not low, and he might really be able to write a good script.

And when it comes to this cursive calligraphy, many memories of his student days flashed in Li Zhongwu's mind.

As a post-80s generation, when he was studying, the competition for higher education was extremely fierce.

Since junior high school, many of his teachers have told them that the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination are like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

And the middle school he attended was at the bottom of the county in strength.

This is not determined by his grades when he entered junior high school, but by his household registration.

His household registration determines that he can only attend junior high school in his own township middle school.

The sad thing is that their township middle school can be admitted to the county's first middle school and county second middle school based entirely on their scores every year, and the total sum is only three or five.

There are more than 200 students in the third grade of junior high school every year, and only three or five of them can get into the county No. [-] middle school or the county No. [-] middle school based on their scores every year.

It is conceivable how low the enrollment rate is.

Others who want to go to County No. [-] Middle School or County No. [-] Middle School can only spend money to buy points. To put it mildly, they are paying school selection fees.

Since elementary school, he has been repeatedly instilled by his parents with a goal-to enter high school and go to university.

Therefore, he has been studying very seriously.

After entering junior high school, I heard from the teachers that during the exam, the handwriting is beautiful and the paper is neat. When marking the papers for the middle school and college entrance examinations, it is very advantageous and can give the marking teacher a good first impression.

He began to practice his calligraphy consciously.

Day after day, year after year.

After that, his handwriting naturally became more and more beautiful.

Later, when junior high school was promoted to senior high school, only four of them were admitted to the county No. [-] middle school based on their scores, and he was one of them.

Later, during the college entrance examination, of the sixty-odd students in his class, only seven were admitted to the undergraduate course, and he was one of them.

It can be said that he is the standard product of exam-oriented education in the 21st century.

He excelled at any skill that would increase his test score.

To him, beautiful cursive writing has long been an instinct.

His personality also does not allow him to lose points in the exam because of ugly words.

"It's that simple?"

About half an hour later, after reading the script, Jin Hao raised his eyebrows and asked Li Zhongwu.

Li Zhongwu turned his face and looked over, "What's simple?"

Jin Hao raised the script in his hand, "The plot! Don't you think the plot of this script is too simple? In the beginning, the whole village died and only the protagonist brother and sister were left. Then they left the forest, came to Tianfu City, and entered the city. Afterwards, the younger sister fell ill. Because of a little accident, the protagonist embarked on the road of black boxing to earn money for his sister’s medical treatment. What about the plot after that? It’s just a black boxing match? Oh, yes, until the end, the protagonist After earning enough money, I don't want to fight anymore. The big boss who organized the black boxing match was upset and insisted on forcing him to continue fighting. Then, the protagonist started fighting with the big boss' bodyguards. The battle escalated and started using weapons. Then what? Keep playing until the end of the movie? At the end of the movie, the protagonist’s sister is cured, and the beautiful nurse in the hospital seems to have fallen in love with the actor, so she asks him to watch a movie at night? Is that gone? Isn’t the plot simple? ? Don't you think it's too simple?"

Li Zhongwu squinted at him.

Waiting for him to finish speaking, Li Zhongwu remained silent.

Jin Hao also stopped talking, and looked at Li Zhongwu, waiting for Li Zhongwu's answer.

Li Zhongwu smiled lightly, and asked: "Does the plot of Kung Fu movies need to be complicated?"

Jin Hao frowned, "But your plot is too simple, isn't it?"

Li Zhongwu looked back at him, and said in a flat tone: "Otherwise? You have already said that what we are going to shoot this time is a low-budget Kung Fu movie. I understand that the low-budget movie is the simple shooting location and the number of transitions." less, and the plot is simple, with low requirements for the acting skills of the actors."

When he said that, he somehow thought of the love action movies of the island country in his mind.

In my memory, the shooting location of that kind of pure love action movie is very simple. In some movies, the male and female protagonists are on the bed the whole time from the beginning to the end. bed.

The number of transitions is also very small, and the requirements for actors' acting skills are also extremely low. Some actors even have no acting skills at all.

Li Zhongwu, who had these memories flashed through his mind, paused, and continued: "So, the script I wrote requires you to find a location, mainly a suitable abandoned factory, or an unfinished building. 80% of the film The above-mentioned plots are all unfolded in this venue, which not only saves the venue fee, but also saves the cost of materials and time spent in transferring venues."

Having said that, Li Zhongwu looked at Jinhao again, "Besides, we don't need any actors with good acting skills for such a simple plot, and we can save a lot on the actors' remuneration, and you can think of more economical ones." Is it a script?"

Jin Hao frowned, pondered for a while, and then said with a tangled expression: "Although that's the case, isn't your script too simple? It's basically a play all the way! Can it work? How about we How about adding two sex scenes to the hero and heroine? Think of it as a bonus for you! It will also attract the audience more, what do you think?"

The smile on Li Zhongwu's face disappeared instantly, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

Jin Hao was so frightened by the sight, he quickly sneered and waved his hands, "Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say it, but this plot...there are too many dramas, I really feel a little bit drummed!"

Li Zhongwu: "The selling point of kung fu movies is fighting scenes. Otherwise, what kind of kung fu movies will be made? Besides, the contract I signed with Cao Kun these two days is called "Black Fist". If you don't make this, they will have it." reason for refusing to act.”

Jinhao: "???"

He clearly remembered that last time Li Zhongwu said that the two of them would each write a script, and whoever was right would be the one to shoot.

Why did you sign the contract with Cao Kun and the others, and the name of the movie you wrote was "Black Fist"?

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