"Hey, where is your assistant?"

Qian Chen was surprised, he thought An Qian's assistant Cheng Zi would be here.

So he drove Lao Tian away.

Tian Jinghao is a friend, not even a subordinate.

Qian Chen never treated him like a subordinate.

As for Xiaowan, she went back to Hengdian while Qian Chen had no activities these days.

The house next to the studio needs to be replaced.

Because the landlord's son is getting married, he plans to take back the house and use it as a wedding room...

I will not renew the lease with Dongchen Studio.

Zheng Xiaowan planned to find another one in the past, and this time she planned to rent a larger one.

"Chengzi is sick, and Orange will help me find clothes to attend events in a few days." Anxi has two assistants.

The younger one who has a good relationship with Xiaowan is named Chengzi.

There is another person named Orange, who is half of her manager.

Her first agent is her mother.

Then Qian Chen saw An Qian's mother, Ms. Liu.

The bright clothes, no matter the temperament or appearance, are incompatible with the hoe in her hand.

I don’t know whether she grows flowers or vegetables in this villa.

"Hello, aunt." Qian Chen greeted.

"Come in and sit down." Ms. Liu was very enthusiastic and didn't mind that Qian Chen was empty-handed.

Look at someone pleasing to the eye.

Then whatever he does is right.

Coming empty-handed is informal.

If you don't like a person, you can refuse him even if he brings a truck full of gifts.

Qian Chen obviously belongs to the former.

Qian Chen didn't expect An Qian's mother to be here and was caught off guard.

However, he soon chatted with the other party for a few words with a normal expression.

Neither he nor Anxi's assistant is here.

It's a bit inconvenient to be alone.

Now that there are people watching from the side, it can be considered as avoiding suspicion.

In his previous life, when Qian Chen got along with concubines, he always asked outsiders to be present, so that no one could tell if there was mud mixed in his crotch.

"Let me go get you something to drink. What does Xiao Qian like to drink?"

"You're welcome, Auntie, we're in a hurry, let's start now." Qian Chen stopped Ms. Liu from serving tea and snacks.

He is here to work!

"Oh, that's okay, I'll help you prepare dinner." Ms. Liu probably felt a little disappointed.

If it was just work...

Qian Chen had already led An Qian straight to the practice room.

"Has the weapons delivery arrived?"

"Yes, it's on the shelf." An Qian pointed to a shelf in the corner of the practice room.

It was covered with a piece of red cloth.

"Have you tried this?" Qian Chen pulled off his red hijab, revealing a dark machete underneath.

Very huge.

It looks very heavy.

Not to mention dancing, someone as small as An Qian would probably be crushed into a sesame seed pancake in no time.

But in fact everything is an illusion.

Qian Chen lifted this thing up with one hand.

That means it looks real, but actually it's just plastic inside, and the outer surface just looks fake.

Of course, this thing is still quite strong.

It won't be damaged by practice.

The crew usually uses this kind of props when filming.

For example, in "Dragon Gate Flower Armor", the Qinglong Yanyue Sword wielded by Li Yunchun is said to be a real thing, but actually thinking about it, I know it is impossible.

It is said that Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighs eighty-two pounds.

In fact, the weight scale of the Eastern Han Dynasty is different from that of modern times. One pound at that time was only equivalent to 222.72 grams today. Based on this calculation, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword is equivalent to 36 pounds today.

A tall and powerful adult man, and this was in a war-torn era where strength was the only way to survive, he wielded such a "heavy weapon".

Even if Brother Chun can run a horse on his arm.

She couldn't dance either.

The machete ordered by Qian Chen to be the size of An Qian only weighs two or three kilograms.

Don't underestimate this weight.

This thing has to be danced. In the Ming Dynasty, an Xiuchun knife only weighed four or five kilograms.

Qian Chen first held the big knife in both hands and waved it.

That's what a tiger is like.

This weight is nothing in his hands, he can wield it with ease even if it weighs thirty to forty pounds of Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

Ms. Liu chased her to the practice room with tea in hand.

I saw Qian Chen showing off his power like this.

It simply subverted her outlook on life.

In her opinion, Qian Chen, the son of a noble family, can indeed be considered a noble family.

It can even be said that Big X’s wedding caused a lot of fuss last year.

Her partner looked like a hozen in front of Qian Chen.

Therefore, Ms. Liu has always felt that young men like Qian Chen only come to the entertainment industry to have fun.

What about martial arts, music and painting?

It's all just a gimmick.

For such a person, no matter what he does or how well he does, there will be a crowd of people waiting to line up to praise him.

Even people with no real reputation can be hyped as masters.

Not to mention such a real powerful person.

However, what is Qian Chen doing...

Ms. Liu felt suffocated.

She suddenly wanted her daughter to stay away from such dangerous people.

"The quality is okay, but it's a little uneven. I'll ask them to redo it later." Qian Chen stopped.

My face is not red and I am not out of breath.

He motioned An Qian to pick it up and practice her skills, not forgetting to say thank you to Ms. Liu who handed her the tea.

Ms. Liu did not dare to leave.

She was afraid that her daughter would be violently beaten to death.

After Qian Chen drank tea, he picked up the teaching stick from the side.

Glue stick.

It doesn't hurt to hit someone, and it's perfect for correcting posture.

"When handling the knife, the center of gravity must be lowered, otherwise it will be stiff and unsightly." Qian Chen slapped the opponent's shoulder with a small stick.

Ms. Liu looked at it for a while.

I don't know whether I was relieved or a little disappointed.

I finally left the practice room.
To be continued...