The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 27 The Name of Inheriting Martial Arts, You Are Not Worthy (Please read on Tuesday!!)

After getting off the plane, I took a taxi to go to Chedun Film and Television Base.

Along the way, Huo Yunting looked at the scenery to the left and right. There were many tall buildings, no worse than Beiping.

Huo Yunting couldn't help sighing in his heart, it is indeed a magic city.

It's just that behind these row upon row of high-rise buildings, those dilapidated tile bungalows are hard to be noticed.

When we arrived at Chedun Film and Television Base, a row of dense green forests separated the film and television city from the outside world.

Huo Yunting got out of the car, and called Yuan Hua again, and Yuan Hua asked him to go directly to Mahler's villa.

Most of the Chedun film and television bases are buildings imitating the Shanghai culture of the 20s.

It has to be said that the pertinence is very strong.

On the side of Villa Moller, there are western-style buildings with garden fountains.

But I didn't see the logo of the "Kung Fu" crew.

He called Yuan Hua again, and he said someone would pick it up later.

I found a more conspicuous place to squat down, took out a cigarette and lit it.

According to his experience as a group performer in Beiping, he might have to wait for an hour.

"Little boy, would you like to smoke a cigarette?"

Turning around, there was a middle-aged woman in her 50s not far away, with a lighter in her left hand and an empty cigarette case in her right hand.

"Yes, take it yourself."

"Thanks. Wow, big front door? Never smoked."

This eldest sister is not tall, but there is a resolute aura between her eyebrows and eyes. Huo Yunting took a look and reckoned that she was also a practitioner.

"Sister, are you here to audition to be an actor?"

"Oh, I'll accompany my junior sister." She said this casually, as if everything was less important to her than the cigarette she was holding.

Sure enough, he was indeed a trainer.

Huo Yunting became interested. The south is mostly small boxing, and he doesn't know much about it.

Listening to this elder sister's Cantonese accent, it should be from the southern sect?

Cai Lifo?Wing Chun?The Great Sage split?Tongbei?

Clasping fists with both hands, "Dare to ask this big sister, which sect is it?"

Before the middle-aged woman could reply, a man with disheveled hair ran from a distance, jumped onto the nearby steps and shouted.

"Huo Yunting! Who is Huo Yunting?"

This person is Zhou Xingchi.He recognized it immediately.

When I was a child, I often watched Stephen Chow's movies when I didn't have this strange disease. His face can be said to be deeply etched in my memory.

However, I am an interview candidate who has not yet formally entered the group, isn't it a bit too much for the director to greet me in person?
Standing up, he waved his hand in Zhou Xingchi's direction, "Director Zhou, I am."

Seeing him waving, Zhou Xingchi trotted all the way over, looking him up and down curiously, as if he wanted to see him from inside to outside.

"Director Zhou?"

"Ah, hello, hello, Huo Yunting, right? Come with me."

The two turned to leave, but Zhou Xingchi stopped suddenly, looking at the middle-aged woman squatting beside her smoking.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Sister Yuanqiu?"

Yuanqiu?

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, is it from Yuan's class again?

"what's wrong?"

Zhou Xingchi suddenly became interested and squatted next to her.

"Sister Qiu, I suddenly found that you are very suitable for the role of a renter. How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"

Yuan Qiu frowned, "What are you doing? How many years have I been married. And I came with Xiaoju."

"Come on, Sister Qiu, the most important thing is to be suitable. Just like the feeling you just had when you smoked... that's right!"

Thinking that Huo Yunting was still standing behind him, Zhou Xingchi pointed to a path in front of him and said, "Ah, you go in first, go from there."

"Good Director Zhou."

Walking towards the path that Zhou Xingchi pointed out, Huo Yunting felt extremely strange in his heart.

There's something weird about this.

This feeling became more and more obvious after I came to Villa Moller.

How can I, a fringe interviewer who hasn't officially joined the group yet, deserve to be greeted by the director in person?

If it was Zhou Xingchi who was interested in him, why did he get close to that Yuan Qiu within 2 minutes of meeting?
Even when I came here by myself, I didn't have a script, no preparations, and I didn't even know who I was going to play.

Strange.

This thing is so fucking weird.

If it doesn't work, just ask for the ticket money and leave.

Going in from the small path, after turning a few turns, I saw a vertical board with two characters of "Kung Fu" engraved on it.

A clearing surrounded by bushes was crowded with people.

Some people are holding a few pieces of paper and speaking to the lines with emotion, some people are using hands and feet together, punching and kicking, showing martial arts, and some people are interviewing for roles.

It can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

So where should he be?
Just thinking about it, a man with gold-rimmed glasses walked towards him, which made Huo Yunting think of the pickpocket.

Are these gold-rimmed glasses so rare?
"Hey, don't be dazed, what do you do? Which role are you interviewing for?"

While talking in the gold-rimmed glasses, he took out a pen and paper to record.

"……I have no idea."

"I don't know?" The gold-rimmed glasses froze for a moment, "I don't know how you found this place? Then you know what your name is, right?"

"Huo Yunting."

"Huo... Yun—— Huo Yunting?"

The middle-aged man's flamboyant handwriting stopped, he put away the pen and paper, and shouted while running.

"Brother Hua! Brother Hua! The Huo Yunting you mentioned is here!"

The sound was loud and piercing, causing many people in the open space to stop their work and look in his direction.

Then there was the hum of mosquitoes roaring.

It sounded vaguely like he was discussing himself.

Huo Yunting began to get impatient, he didn't like the feeling of being watched by others.

"Oh, Huo Yunting, right? Hello, hello."

A lean middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand towards Huo Yunting.

Although he looks thin and frail, he is very energetic.

The outstretched arm has clearly defined muscles.

"……Hello."

The two shook hands, and Yuan Hua took him by the shoulders and led him to Hong Jinbao.

"Brother, look, he is very strong."

Huo Yunting raised his eyelids slightly, he was from the Yuan family class again.

Counting Yuan Qiu outside and the junior sister he mentioned, there are already four members of the Yuan family class.

Hong Jinbao stared at the teacup, took a sip without looking up.

"Young man, are you Huo Yunting?"

He didn't like this way of interrogation, but because the person who was questioning was Hong Jinbao, he still nodded.

"Correct."

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"Over ten years."

Hong Jinbao put down his teacup and raised his eyelids slightly.

"Dare to call yourself a master of martial arts after more than ten years? Isn't it too arrogant? People who practice martial arts pay attention to being down-to-earth, and it's not good to use this kind of pretense."

Huo Yunting frowned, how long has the name Ren Qiu Chuanwu been known?
In his opinion, this name is only spread in the North China area, and further spread to the Northeast.

How come Hongjinbao, who is far away in the coastal area, has heard of it?

"I didn't start it myself, it was passed on by others."

"And I guess this name is only spread in North China. How come you, a Xiangjiang native, have heard of it?"

Yuan Hua didn't speak, just pouted.

Hong Jinbao just took another sip of tea calmly.

"I told him."

Turning around, a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes looked at him.

This man has two mustaches and is tall.Looking at it gives people a neat and refreshing feeling.

He cupped his hands, "Shi Xingyu, the 32nd generation disciple of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan, his hometown is Shandong."

Having said this, Huo Yunting basically understood everything.

He was called all the way here just to watch him have fun.

By now, the unhappiness in his heart had reached its peak.

Turning to look at Yuan Hua, "I have been reimbursed for the air ticket, I have to leave."

The Yuan family class is not short of his airfare money.

Yuan Hua nodded and took out some red tickets.

But Shi Xingyu stopped him.

"Friend. I have no other intentions. No one can bear the name of Chuanwu."

"Chuan Wu is now at sunset, I hope you don't ruin its few reputations anymore."

Huo Yunting looked at him and grinned, "How about I?"

Shi Xingyu's eyes sharpened, he took a few steps back, and clasped his fists together, "Twelve Lu Tan legs, Shi Xingyu."

Fist and feet are more famous than others, that is, martial arts are more famous than others.

The meaning is also obvious, since you don't give up this nickname, let's practice it.

With a wave of Yuan Hua's hand, the people around quickly retreated to the two sides, and the few tables used for the interview were also quickly moved away, leaving an open space.

Looking around, the crowd around was full of curiosity and excitement.

Whispering, whispering.

Huo Yunting turned his head, still with his hands in his pockets, his eyes calmly looking at the man opposite.

"Ren Qiu Chuanwu, Huo Yunting."

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