new kung fu king

Chapter 126 The Strong Star Boy

That afternoon, Wang Xiaohu began to teach Zhou Xingchi Wing Chun in earnest. Of course, at the beginning, he taught Zhou Xingchi the two-character pincer sheep horse. Immediately he was called by Yuan Heping to make a film.

A few hours have passed. Except for the unfinished filming of Xiaoqian played by Zhao Yazhi, "Righteous Hero" has basically been done. "Heroes" has been filmed here.

"Ha, when Ah Zhi rests tomorrow, we have been working hard for two days, and then we will enter the finishing work." Wang Xiaohu said happily after watching the screen shot by the switchboard.

Everyone in the crew was very happy. At this time, Wang Jiaxin, who took over Zhang Yuan's production, came over with two bottles of champagne, "Brother Hu, do you want to celebrate with champagne? I think other crews will open champagne after they enter the wrapping stage."

"Don't worry, let's celebrate together the day after tomorrow. Everyone has been tired of following me these days. We will continue to go to the restaurant to have a small gathering in the evening. Brother Xin is coming too." Wang Xiaohu happily patted Wang Jiaxin on the shoulder and said so.

Wang Jiaxin had a smile on his old face, but there was a rare excitement in his heart. Speaking of which, he had been working in Golden Harvest for more than two years. In the past two years, he had been in charge of the company's prop procurement work, but every time he gave those When directors hand out props and costumes, it is inevitable that they will be treated coldly by the directors. As time goes by, he feels a little thankless in that position.

A few days ago, I heard that Wang Xiaohu's production team needed a temporary help from the crew, so he approached him with a cheeky face. Yuan Heping conducted an interview according to Wang Xiaohu's requirements. Wang Jiaxin basically met the requirements, and he was a veteran of Golden Harvest. He is an old fritter who has been on the set for many years, so he naturally became a member of the crew.The reason why he wanted to come here was because Wang Xiaohu used to take the risk of ruining his reputation for a small drama, and greatly protected the safety of the crew. Where can I find such a director?

Sure enough, after staying in the crew for a week, he deeply felt the difference between Wang Xiaohu and other directors: he is kind and friendly, treats others like brothers, except that he often has a straight face when filming, but after he is out of the camera, he takes great care of everyone and often pulls Let everyone go to the restaurant for a drink and cultivate the deep friendship between the brothers.Wang Jiaxin was invited by Wang Xiaohu today, the relief and excitement in his heart could not be expressed in words, but he kept nodding, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

While everyone was celebrating, there was a thumping sound from inside the factory building, and everyone was startled. They crouched down and looked around, only to see a thin figure lying down in the corner of the factory building.

"Damn, why did you forget him!" Wang Xiaohu ran over and helped Zhou Xingchi who was lying on the ground with his legs tightened: "Hey, Xingzi, do you have anything to do?"

Zhou Xingchi opened his eyes slightly, moved his lips and made a weak voice: "Master, I'm sorry, I stopped without you telling me to stop, I, I can't hold it anymore." After speaking, he gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes Knees clamped, fists pulled tightly under the armpits.

The corners of Wang Xiaohu's eyes twitched, and he said with a guilty expression: "Xingzi, you did a good job, it's all the master's fault, I forgot about you as soon as I filmed."

"No, it's Xingzi who doesn't live up to expectations." Zhou Xingchi still stubbornly clamped his legs, insisting that it was his fault.

That resolute look made Wang Xiaohu feel moved and ashamed: "Okay, okay. Xingzi will work harder in the future, and now he can loosen his legs under the command of Master. Hey!"

Only then did Zhou Xingchi obediently put down his fist, his body immediately felt a strong sense of fatigue, his legs trembled and he almost fell down again, but fortunately Wang Xiaohu quickly supported him. "Hey, you silly boy!" Wang Xiaohu smiled wryly and shook his head.

Everyone else watched this scene with great interest. The master is a desperate Xiaoqiang, and this apprentice is also a desperate Xiaoqiang. What kind of master really accepts what kind of apprentice.Everyone was moved by the tenacity shown by the master and apprentice.

After get off work, Wang Xiaohu took a taxi to visit Gu Jiahui's home. It wasn't that Wang Xiaohu didn't want to go to Gu Jiahui's work place to find him, but that Gu Jiahui was currently working in the TVB recording studio. It might be inappropriate to go there rashly. After all, Xiehe is a subsidiary of Jiahe There are still a lot of grievances between the company, Golden Harvest and Shaw Brothers, and the words that have been spread have not been hyped up by the media.

After meeting, Gu Jiahui grabbed Wang Xiaohu's arm and said apologetically, "I heard that something happened to you a while ago, but I was sent to Taiwan on a business trip by the company. When I came back, you had already been discharged from the hospital. I hope Xiaohu Don't be angry."

"Uncle Hui, don't tell me you're making a fool of Xiaohu. Who doesn't know that Uncle Hui is now the busiest person in the Hong Kong music scene, and the announcements he takes all day make his colleagues jealous." Wang Xiaohu said with a smile.

Gu Jiahui waved his hand, pointed at Wang Xiaohu and said, "You boy, you are not doing anything to be courteous or stealing, why don't you explain why you are here?"

Wang Xiaohu chuckled: "I really can't hide it from Uncle Hui's eyes. I came to disturb Uncle Hui tonight because I want to ask for help."

"Ha! It's fresh!" Gu Jiahui looked surprised, and said with a smile: "Is there anything that can be difficult for a talented screenwriter? I seem to remember that your new film has not entered post-production yet. Is there something wrong? Ask me to polish the new song."

"Hehe, yes. I have a general idea about the music of "The Righteous Hero", but I came to Uncle Hui tonight not to talk about it, but for Bruce Lee's film." Wang Xiaohu's smile was slightly bitter, after all Bruce Lee once rejected Gu Jiahui straightforwardly, and now he has the cheek to beg others, but they may not be willing to buy it.

Sure enough, the expression on Gu Jiahui's face became weird after hearing this. He touched his chin and snorted coldly: "Didn't he dislike my old guy for not being able to keep up with the trend? Why did he ask you to come to me again? Isn't Xiaohu Uncle Hui?" Help you, if it's for Bruce Lee's sake, you'd better let him come to me in person."

"Uh~" Wang Xiaohu touched a soft nail, but it was as expected, he rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Uncle Hui, he has that bad temper, and you are as knowledgeable as him, speaking of this time I came to beg you alone, mainly because I wanted to learn how to compose music from you."

"Xiaohu, you are not kind, this way of saving the country with curves is too obvious!" Gu Jiahui cursed with a smile, then stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here, let me see what new things you wrote."

Wang Xiaohu hurriedly handed over the lyrics, feeling somewhat uneasy. After all, this kind of lyrics mixed with rap style was not popular in Hong Kong in the 70s, and the way of writing lyrics also had a serious generation gap with this era. Gu Jiahui was not good at this aspect. Good at it, so when he saw Gu Jiahui frowning tightly, he was also sweating in his heart.

"Hey, this style of writing lyrics is really a bit awkward. This is very different from the "Jing Wu Heroes" you filled out last time, Xiaohu, did you fill it in?" Gu Jiahui looked at the lyrics and was a little uncertain asked.

"Uh, yes, I filled it out." Wang Xiaohu said in his mouth, but thought in his heart, it's strange that I filled it out.

After Gu Jiahui finished reading the lyrics, he thought for a long time before he said: "Well, this is the case, Xiaohu, you really confuse me. You know that old guy Huang Zhan, I can see the lyrics he filled out at a glance. Style, generally speaking, the style of lyricists is fixed, it is really rare to have a style like yours, hehe, your song probably follows the rock style of Europe and America, right?"

Wang Xiaohu was embarrassed by Gu Jiahui's words. We don't have any style here. We just use whatever we want to get up. As long as the song has something to do with the storyline, let alone European and American rock styles, it is the folk songs of northern Shaanxi in China. We can also tinker with the style for you.To hell with style.

"Uncle Hui, you guessed it right. This song has a slightly rock style, and it's the same in the selection of instruments. When I was composing, I had a drumbeat rhythm in my heart. Well, that's it. It looks exciting from the very beginning." After Wang Xiaohu finished speaking, he imitated the accompaniment of "I am Bruce Lee" with his mouth.

After Gu Jiahui listened patiently, he frowned and said, "Xiaohu, you really gave me a problem, but it's very good, and it's also a challenge for me!"

"Uncle Hui, did you agree? Hehe, as long as Uncle Hui plays the role, this song will definitely be a hit again!" Wang Xiaohu asked happily.

Gu Jiahui shook his head with a smile and said, "You boy, if it weren't for your help last time, I wouldn't even be nominated for the Golden Horse Award, as a poor old man."

"Uncle Hui, when will you participate in the Golden Horse Awards?" Wang Xiaohu became somewhat curious when he heard him mention this matter.

"Why, do you want to accept the award too? It is said that "Jing Fu Men" has a good box office this time, and it has almost swept the entire Asian theaters. It's been half a year." After Gu Jiahui finished speaking, he picked up the lyrics and said with a smile: "Our task now is to complete the composition of this song."

"It's so late, does Uncle Hui have to work overtime to compose music?" Wang Xiaohu asked.

"Hehe, you begged your superiors to come, you must be in a hurry, if I don't work overtime, you are not in a hurry!" Gu Jiahui got up and took Wang Xiaohu to the study.

"Xiao Hu, why don't I teach you some knowledge of composition by the way, lest you can hum the tune every time and don't know how to compose, it would be shameful to spread the word."

"Hehe, that's a good relationship. It's just that I'm too stupid. I'm afraid I'm going to make Uncle Hui waste more time on me."

"Oh, you can write lyrics, you must not be stupid."

Although Gu Jiahui said so, but in practice, he really overestimated Wang Xiaohu. Don't look at this kid who can write scripts, engage in action design, write lyrics, and hum tunes. When he comes across such things as staves, he immediately becomes a primary school student. It caused Gu Jiahui a lot of headaches, tossing until two o'clock in the morning, the song "I am Bruce Lee" has been revised several times, and it is basically perfect. Wang Xiaohu is still working hard to record the staff.

(End of this chapter)