The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 89 Qigong Master (7.4k chapters)

When he said this, Zhang Jizhong's face was also a little strange. When he chose Huo Yunting as the male lead, he only thought that he could dress up in ancient costumes, have real kung fu, and have good acting skills...

It's good now, half of the play is done and the people are leaving.No, it's not halfway through yet.

"Yunting, pack up and get ready to go. Let's part ways now."

Huo Yunting felt a little embarrassed when he said that.

"Director Zhang, if it doesn't work, I won't go. Anyway, I have a small supporting role, and if I go, it's just to add to the lottery. It's useless."

"No, you should go. How much time does it take to attend a premiere ceremony, even if it's a run with you, it's good to show your image and increase your exposure."

"Just relax and go, your part can be saved for later filming."

Patting Huo Yunting on the shoulder, Zhang Jizhong had a kind face.

It's just that I'm scolding my mother in my heart.

Zhou Xingchi called to ask for someone in person, how could he not give this face? Although he is not worse than Zhou Xingchi, they are both big bosses, so they have to give face.

Huo Yunting didn't shirk, he nodded and agreed.

This kind of thing can't be shirked, in case the big beard is really just courteous to him.

As soon as Zhang Dahuzi was sent away, he received a call from Wang Jinghua.Sure enough, it was also about attending the premiere ceremony.

"Hey, okay, sister Hua, don't worry, I understand."

"Okay, I know."

Hanging up the phone, looking at the phone, there was another missed call, which was from Zhou Xingchi.

"Look at Brother Huo, this is high emotional intelligence." Zhang Debang, who was watching from the side, said with emotion.

Let's vent to the boss of the crew first, it's enough to save face.He agreed, and then called the agent to inform, and finally told Huo Yunting.

"How did someone become a Star Master without that EQ?"

After packing up his things, he patted Zhang Debang on the shoulder, "Let's go, Lao Zhang, it's time for us to part ways with them."

"Got it."

After leaving Jiuzhaigou, they took a taxi that had been hailed in advance. Huo Yunting and Yu Min waved and got in the car and left.

It was a long, flat maroon car with sharp edges and corners, and a dirty white triangular sign on the roof.It says taxi.

The driver had an unshaven beard and a huge rosacea nose, and he stepped on the accelerator vigorously, soaring to thirty or forty miles.

"I said master, don't speed too soon." Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, Zhang Debang couldn't help but said.

"Hey, buddy, don't worry. My old Li has been driving for decades, and I dare not say anything else. Kahongxianer has a hand."

Jijiu blew his nose and laughed, "If a traffic policeman stops me along the way, I'll give you the steering wheel."

2 minutes later, at the intersection of traffic lights, the taxi was stopped by the traffic police.

"Drunk driving, the car will be impounded for you first."

"Tear"

The traffic police pulled down a ticket.

"My Nima..."

Looking at the traffic policeman who issued a fine, Zhang Debang had countless things to say in his heart, thousands of words gathered into one word, and finally blurted out.

"I love you, uncle."

The car was impounded, and the money was also deducted more than 200 yuan.

It's just that the rosacea still didn't forget to turn around and shout before leaving, "Brother, I didn't lie to you! Didn't I get detained for speeding!"

Zhang Debang didn't even bother to talk to him.

"Okay, let's count on the two of us today. I have lived for 21 years of my mother's life, and this is the first time I see a drunk driving investigation."

Huo Yunting patted him on the back, "Anyway, we're almost there, just take two steps."

You haven't seen... Is it possible that you don't have a car?Looks like you don't even have a driver's license-

Zhang Debang was complaining in his heart, and then he was taken aback.

to the place?

Look around, where the hell is there an airport?

He pointed at the traffic police booth in the middle of the intersection, "Brother Huo, that thing is not a rocket launcher, it can't shoot the two of us directly to Peiping."

"Who told you that I'm going to Beiping." Huo Yunting took out a large front door from the inside of his pocket, lit it, and shook the red cigarette butt towards the cross sign on the left opposite the intersection.

"My brother is going to the hospital."

After all, the green light turned on, and Huo Yunting stepped on the zebra crossing.

to the hospital?
Zhang Debang's face turned pale, fuck it, what he said that day was not a joke!
The smell of disinfectant water was very strong, and Huo Yunting's nose was choked by the smoke. This was the reason why he didn't like places like hospitals since he was a child.

Choking panicked.

I didn't do a physical examination, which was a waste of time, I just took a CT film.The doctor told him that he was in good health and nothing happened.

My heart is half broken.

The other half still mentioned that he didn't dare to guarantee that the strange snake and snake guts were really just fabricated by himself.

Since the CT scan showed that his body is fine, and the basilisk gallbladder has not had any negative impact on him so far, let's just pretend it doesn't exist.

Zhang Debang stopped another taxi and drove towards the airport.

December NO.15, the two arrived in Peiping.

Huo Yunting didn't go to the company, didn't go back to the courtyard, went directly to the hotel to find Zhou Xingchi, he didn't let Zhang Debang accompany him.

Lao Zhang hangs out with him almost every day these days, so it's time to go back and see his wife and children.

Although they are old couples, they have children, but they have not been home for many years, and there is a gap in their hearts.

The so-called love Well, what is love?Where does love come from without love?
First went to the pharmacy to buy some health care products, Zhang Debang bid farewell to Huo Yunting with a rather tragic expression, turned around and strode home.

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.In order to strengthen Viagra again, the wife stares with anger and sends out
Fingers crossed...

Looking at Zhang Debang's back, Huo Yunting suddenly felt a little emotional.

When they were in school, the teacher recommended a book to them, which was "Fortress Besieged" by Qian Zhongshu.

He didn't read too much of this book, and he only remembered one sentence: Marriage is a besieged city, people outside the city want to come in, and people inside the city want to get out.

"Marriage is the tomb of love..."

Watching Zhang Debang leave, Huo Yunting went to the hotel agreed in advance and knocked on the door of [-].

After knocking twice, the door opened wide. The person who opened the door was Zhou Xingchi, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and with long hair loosely loose.

Huo Yunting stepped in sideways, "Director Zhou, the door of your room is wide open, so you are not afraid of being seen by passers-by."

"The entire third floor is covered, and there are no outsiders here."

When I entered the room, I could smell a strong smell of cigarettes. I took a closer look and saw a man with legs crossed was smoking.

Lean, but imposing.

"Brother Hua, you're here too."

Yuan Hua kicked out the cigarette butt, looked Huo Yunting up and down, then patted him on the shoulder, "Master Huo is very good, the match played in Foshan was really fun."

"It's a fluke, it's just a fluke."

"I don't think it's a fluke." Yuan Hua nuzzled, "Tang hand is now spread in Tianmen, Jingshan, Xiantao, Suzhou, Taicang... I don't know there are people in Cangzhou."

"Brother Hua watched the video."

"No, I'm watching a live game."

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, good guy, he actually went to see the scene.

"Master Huo, your room is at 17. On the afternoon of the [-]th, let's go to the premiere ceremony."

The room card was stuffed into his hand, Zhou Xingchi patted him on the shoulder, and said in a serious tone, "There were many people at the premiere ceremony, including bigwigs from all walks of life."

"Oh, if I remember correctly, even your Huayi boss will come to one."

"Master Huo, don't underestimate this premiere ceremony, there are many good opportunities, good opportunities."

Huo Yunting nodded thoughtfully, took the room card and swiped the door of [-]'s room, and it opened with a beep.

I went to the toilet and flushed my face, but didn't wipe it off, and buried my head on the bed.Feeling a bit boring.

I want to do something, but I don't know what to do, so I don't have time to do anything in just one or two days of spare time.

back office?I don't know who to go to or talk to.

Sister Bingbing is also in Huayi, but he has been in the company for so long and has not seen her.Not only Sister Bingbing, but also other artists.

Just like the old Guo Xiangsheng said, one morning leaves and one night returns, although they all live in the same house, they are neighbors who are not allowed to visit.

Turn over and stare at the ceiling for a while, then practice boxing for a while.If you have nothing to do, practice boxing for a while.

After playing Baguazhang, I was sweating a little.Baguazhang tests one's internal strength, but one's own strength is like a fish in water.

Much smoother than before.

The effect of practicing boxing in this dream is really strong.

Wiping off his sweat, he lay back on the bed, picked up his cell phone and called Huang Bo.

After being out for so long, I have to ask about the situation at home.

It's not that he doesn't want to go back, it's mainly because the hotel and the courtyard are too far away.Go back and forth and talk less for an hour or two.

"Hello? Old Huang, what are you doing?"

"Don't call him Lao Huang, can you? It makes me look very old."

"Rhubarb, what are you doing?"

"What is the dog's name?"

"Don't be too damned, what should I call you? Xiao Huang?"

"Forget it, let's call him Lao Huang."

Throwing the guitar in his hand on the bed, he took out the mobile phone sandwiched between his shoulder and his head, "Didn't you go to Jiuzhaigou to play, how is that place?"

"is back."

"In Peking?"

"Right."

"No, your filming was good...why did you suddenly go back to Peiping?" After a pause, he asked cautiously, "Have the director fired?"

"It's okay, Lao Huo, let me tell you, there have been so many versions of "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and his version may not be—"

"I'm back to attend the premiere of "Kung Fu"."

"..."

"Hello? Old Huang? Are you okay, Old Huang?"

"...you are such a beast."

Holding his breath in his throat, Huang Bo quickly took a big gulp of water.

"Aren't you curious when I joined the crew of "Kung Fu"?"

"Not curious. What's so curious about it?"

Huang Bo was not lying about this point, he was indeed not curious.

Because he had already finished asking.

I asked my classmates back then, and Jiang Yiyan told him that Huo Yunting also starred in "Green Red" and "Kung Fu".And in "Green Red", he is still the protagonist.

He fell silent upon hearing this.Although these two films were not released, he had heard that one might win an award abroad, and the other was expected to be the best Chinese New Year film in [-].

And during the time when I was a group performer in Beiping, I also asked people about it. When I asked who Huo Yunting was, he was a good guy, and all of them stared at each other.

The topic couldn't be opened and closed, from his birth to beating up the little devil.Even the first time he peed on the kang, and the first time he fell in love, he always said that he had a nose and eyes.

The thieves slapped each other's chests, and they almost said that they and Huo Yunting were brothers.

The most outrageous kid, he yells at everyone that Huo Yunting is an old glass, and he used to call him his wife.

At that time, Huang Bo was thinking in his heart, does Huo Yunting know about this himself?

But it can be seen from this that Huo Yunting also came out of the group performances, otherwise the group of Beidiao group performances would not have reacted so strongly.

It's just that his life history can be copied by himself?

I have no looks, no figure, no skills... For a moment, Huang Bo's mood was extremely low.

"Old Huang, Lao Huang?"

Quickly check the phone, it's not hung up.Why didn't Lao Huang speak anymore?Hit him yourself?

"Old Huang is fine. You said you can sing, play the guitar, understand musical instruments, understand music theory, and have a good voice. You must have a bright future."

Huang Bo's face darkened, and he said angrily, "Then I'm still suitable to be a wandering singer."

After saying this, Huo Yunting only heard the beeping sound of hanging up.

Fuck, Lao Huang won't be angry, will he?

After thinking about it, he felt that it was better not to call now, but to apologize to him in person when he had the opportunity to do so some other day.

December NO.16, Wang Jinghua knocked on the door and took him to order a suit of clothes.

As soon as the two of them went downstairs, they saw Zhang Debang with thick eye circles rushing over.

"Huh? Sister Hua'er, why are you here too? Didn't you say that I took Brother Huo to order clothes?"

"No, I will also attend the premiere ceremony. You can go home and rest."

Patting him on the shoulder, Wang Jinghua and Huo Yunting left one after the other, leaving Zhang Debang with a pale face in place.

Come back home?

Do you dare to go back?

NO.15 returned home, NO.16 came to the hotel, one night, his wife was in full bloom.

She didn't even care about Mengmeng's English test, she only scored [-] points, and even praised her for passing.

Mengmeng was so scared that she lost sleep at night.

Touching his waist, Zhang Debang trembled in fear, he must not go back tonight, or else he will wait for someone to collect his body from the bed tomorrow morning.

Gritting his teeth, he rushed into the hotel and slapped the front desk.

The little girl at the front desk who listened to MP3 was taken aback.

"Book me a room!"

Follow Wang Jinghua twists and turns, turn around three or four streets, and walk into a magnificent storefront.

Looking at the price, Huo Yunting frowned.

Too extravagant.

"Yunting, what kind of clothes do you want to use? The company will reimburse you."

Hearing this, and then looking at the price, it seemed to be pleasing to the eye, and it didn't seem too expensive.

"Then I'll wear a Chinese tunic suit."

Greeting the manager who came to the black silk professional dress, "Chinese tunic suit, matching, let him try on the clothes."

"Okay, Mr. Huo, please follow me here."

Put a suit of clothes in front of Huo Yunting, spread out one by one for him to try on.It seems that the Arabic numbers under the samples that Huo Yunting saw just now are not prices, but just a series of meaningless numbers.

After trying three or two sets, I chose the one that fit me best.

"Mr. Huo, do you think this set is okay?"

Stretch your arms, twist your waist, and try them all and they all fit.

"Just this set."

Wang Jinghua went to settle the bill, and Manager Heisi wrapped up the clothes and sent the two of them out.

The two left the store and took a walk on the street.Wang Jinghua told him in detail what to pay attention to at the premiere ceremony tomorrow.

Huo Yunting nodded while listening, very serious.It was the first time for him to attend the premiere ceremony, and he didn't know if there would be any accidents.

Wang Jinghua didn't finish speaking until she reached the intersection, then took a taxi and left.

Huo Yunting also stopped a taxi and went back to the hotel.

From a long distance away, I saw Zhang Debang squatting on the steps, smoking a cigarette with a sad face.

"Old Zhang, why didn't you go home to accompany your wife and children?"

Shouting from a distance, Lao Zhang looked around like a frightened rabbit, and finally focused his eyes on him, and hurriedly gestured to him with a booing gesture.

What is Lao Zhang doing here?

Slowly came to his side, "Old Zhang, aren't you going back to spend time with your wife and children during the holiday?"

While talking, he took out a big front door and stuffed it in his mouth to light it for him.

Turning his head slightly to the right, he realized that he was on the phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zhang, I didn't watch you call. Then you should be busy, I'll go first."

After a while, a leisurely voice rang from the other end of the phone, "Don't you have to work today, Lao Zhang? Why are you on vacation again?"

"It's not thinking about earning more, finding a part-time job and working overtime..."

"It's not that I don't have a job, as long as I have enough money to spend, I'll come back early tonight, and I'll make you stewed wolfberry leek and ginseng soup."

His face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and the lit front door fell to the ground.

"Huo Yunting...I love you, uncle!"

At one o'clock in the afternoon on December 17th, Zhou Xingchi knocked on [-]'s door.Huo Yunting just fastened the top button of the Chinese tunic suit.

Come out and take a look, good guy, Brother Dong, Master Zhao, Brother Hua, Liang Xiaolong, Huang Shengyi, Lin Zicong...

Almost everyone is.

After leaving the hotel, there were several long carts shining with pitch-black light—he didn't know their names.

As soon as they left the hotel, more than a dozen media reporters rushed out of the originally empty hotel door, pointing their guns and short cannons one by one.

Just when Huo Yunting was startled, a group of bodyguards and staff rushed out from nowhere and blocked the reporters.

"Where did this come from..."

After getting into the car, the door was quickly closed, and the group of reporters rushed forward like zombies.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and left in a hurry.

The car drove for about half an hour and stopped. Before he could react, he was dragged into the hall where the premiere ceremony was held.

I went to the backstage through the side door, and there were makeup artists who had been waiting for a long time. I pressed them on the stool and started to fiddle with my face.

After putting on makeup in a while, Zhou Xingchi took the group of creative personnel to the stage together.

There are also reporters below, and there are continuous clicking sounds and white lights.Huo Yunting was a little flustered.

He knew that his illness was afraid of being greatly stimulated, so he didn't dare to blink his eyelids.

This is not because he is afraid that some reporter will suddenly take a picture of him with his eyes closed, but because he is afraid that his eyelids will open and close, and when he opens them again, the room will be full of ghosts and ghosts.

After standing on the stage for a while, I took a few photos and then got off the stage, and each sat down in the seat with my name written on it.

Looking back, there are still many people taking their seats one by one. It seems that there are still a few foreigners?
Everyone is almost here, and the host is on stage.

"Thank you for your applause. I know you didn't applaud me, it's because you've been waiting for too long. Here, on behalf of our creators and our distributors, welcome to the stage..."

"...The "Kung Fu" that everyone is looking forward to is produced by Columbia Film Production Co., Ltd. and Huayi Brothers Taihe Film and Television Investment Co., Ltd...."

Huo Yunting clicked his tongue when he heard the hostess uttering a series of company names. It seems that making a movie is really not an easy job.

Man, so many companies involved.

At first, he thought that Huayi was the only company investing.

"First of all, we welcome Ms. Geng Xilin, you are welcome, and I would like to invite you to Columbia Telecom..."

The host read the names of people one after another, and big shots came on stage.

Barbara Robinson, president of Columbia Film Productions.

Chi Zezhun, vice president of Sony Central Region.

Wang Zhonglei, the executive president of Huayi.

Ning Shuyong, Head of Public Relations, Sony Ericsson.

Every time a name was read, a figure stood up from the seat.

Although the actors are standing in front of the stage, without the investment and support of the bosses behind them, this film cannot sustain.

Therefore, after the introduction of these presidents, Lao Dong, it will be the turn of the main creators.

Chen Guokun, Lin Zicong, Yuanqiu, Huang Shengyi...

One of the main creators introduced, but the names of Brother Dong and Master Zhao were not mentioned.

Well, it looks like the three of them have to be in the "waiting" line.

"...and Ren Qiu Chuanwu, Huo Yunting, who are well-known in the northern martial arts world."

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered his name.Looking up slightly, the smiling host holding the microphone was pointing his hand at himself.

"Master Huo, get up." Zhao Zhiling who was beside him gave him a light elbow.

Huo Yunting hurriedly stood up, turned around, and bowed around.

There were bursts of applause.

He is the last one on this list.

As for Brother Dong and Master Zhao, they are all "waiting".

Then why was he singled out?
Huo Yunting couldn't figure it out.

After introducing the names of these people, there will be a stinky and long tribute session. The old directors and presidents mentioned before will come to the stage one by one to make concluding speeches.

Each one was long and awkward, and Huo Yunting fell asleep listening to it.

Especially Barbara, the president of the Columbia company, spoke a lot of English when she came on stage, and didn't understand a single word.

After the interview, there was a question and answer session, of course, the main question was Zhou Xingchi.

After asking a lot of questions at random, Huo Yunting didn't pay much attention, just sat in his seat in a daze.About two hours or so, this chaotic but orderly premiere ceremony was declared over.

"Master Huo, long time no see. Shall we go have a drink together?"

"Don't, Master Zhao, me, there is still a production crew to follow up, this is sneaked out halfway, let's get together again when we have time."

"Well, let's meet again when we have a chance."

"Excuse me, are you a renqiu kung fu?"

The two were chatting, when a female voice came from behind, Huo Yunting didn't understand the front, only the slightly awkward "% Kung Fu" in the back, he roughly understood.

Looking back, it was Ms. Barbara.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes beside him translated for him, "Hello, are you Mr. Huo Yuntinghuo? This is Ms. Barbara, the president of Columbia Film Production Co., Ltd."

"She wants to ask you, are you the legendary Renqiu Chuanwu?"

"Ren Qiu Chuanwu is me, but the legend doesn't count." Huo Yunting said with a serious expression.

The man nodded, leaning slightly beside Barbara and whispering.

Soon, the lady Barbara looked at him with great interest and talked.

"Ms. Barbara said that her friends in China told her that you are a very powerful kung fu master who is famous all over the north."

"That's why I want you to show off your real qigong."

……

They exchanged glances with Zhao Zhiling who was beside them, and both showed helpless expressions.

qigong……

This kind of thing has nothing to do with kung fu.

Qigong all falls within the category of metaphysics.

However, there are a large number of people in China who think that this thing is the same thing as Kung Fu, let alone foreigners like them.

Zhao Zhiling patted Huo Yunting, walked up to him, and explained to the young man that Qigong and Kungfu are not the same thing at all.

However, I don't know if it's the translation problem or this Ms. Barbara is too obsessed with qigong, and she still wants Huo Yunting to show what real qigong is.

Well, I spent a long time talking and talking, and the co-author is playing the piano to the cow.

In desperation, Huo Yunting had no choice but to look at Barbara and ask, "Sister Barbara, how do you want me to demonstrate this qigong?"

The young man translated, and Barbara was silent for a moment, her eyes twinkling strangely.

"Mr. Huo, Ms. Barbara said, I hope you can show the most basic qigong technique of shaking glass."

"I do not know."

"Ms. Barbara said, I really hope you can show it, even if it is unsuccessful."

"What's going on here?"

A middle-aged man came this way, Huo Yunting recognized him, he was his immediate boss's immediate boss, Wang Zhonglei.

The two stayed here for too long, and Barbara's identity was rather special, which attracted Wang Zhonglei.

The young translator next to Barbara explained, and Wang Zhonglei also showed interest on his face.

"Xiao Huo, then you can show it to Ms. Barbara, it doesn't matter whether you succeed or not, it doesn't count as yours."

Speaking of this, Huo Yunting had no choice but to nod his head.

Following Barbara's orders, a large piece of circular glass, about one meter in diameter, was soon brought in by someone.

The glass that was moved suddenly was too eye-catching, and the guests who were about to go out all looked sideways.The guests who had just stood up sat down again.

"Mr. Huo, how do you move the glass? Hold it up or lay it flat?"

"...Hold it up."

"Good Mr. Huo."

"Old King, what is this for?"

"I have an artist under my banner who wants to show Ms. Barbara how to break glass with qigong."

Listening to the conversation between Wang Zhonglei and Chi Zezhun, Huo Yunting became stressed instantly.

"Da da da"

I tapped the glass lightly with my finger, and looked at the side, it was thin, about three to four millimeters.

How the hell are you going to fight?
Huo Yunting felt suspicious.

It's not difficult to break glass, and he can blow it up with a single punch.

But this Barbara wants to see the glass, which is difficult.

He doesn't understand shattering glass, but theoretically speaking, shattering glass can be done.

Use an inch of strength, mainly with the wrist bones.

The wrist bone was attached to the glass, and he gestured back and forth, pondering carefully in his heart.

"Old Wang, are you an entertainer? Wait—"

"boom!"

Before it was too late, Zezhun finished speaking, and the wrist that was attached to his waist rushed to the glass in an instant.

"crack"

The glass exploded and slag was scattered everywhere.

"My grass!"

"OMG!"

"I go!"

"Fuck!"

There were bursts of exclamations all around.

Ignoring the messy sounds around him, looking at the broken glass, Huo Yunting looked at his palm suspiciously.

When did I have this ability?

Can you shatter glass?
But having said that, during this period of time, I really feel that punching an inch with an inch of strength is better than before by leaps and bounds.

When did this happen?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the time when I was filming with Da Diao.

No, to be more specific, after eating that strange snake gall.

In "The Legend of Condor Heroes", it is said that this snake gall can increase internal strength...

What the fuck is this?
Ignoring Barbara's continuous calls of "kung fu", Huo Yunting was immersed in his own thoughts.

I think I ate this strange snake gall, I think it can enhance my internal strength, I think internal strength is an inch...so I can really improve my internal strength in reality?

Huo Yunting was a little confused.

So I want to think I can live forever?

ps: Although late, but seven thousand chapters.Withered today, talk about it tomorrow
　Today this chapter is blocked.

　　Turned the premiere ceremony into a masturbation ceremony...

　　It’s a bit sluggish today, it’s getting worse soon, just 7k words

　　
　
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