Lin Chong was angry as quickly as he came, so he replied: "This is an ancient war movie. Yang Ling should be playing a general. He is killing the enemy."
"Ha." Feng Danyuan sneered, and as he flipped his palms, "Canghailu" poured out.
The wire is broken.
"Ah——" Yang Ling screamed and fell from the mid-air three meters above the ground.
Fortunately, there were protective measures on the ground, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. However, even so, he also broke his leg. He couldn't play this "general" anymore, and the double of the male lead was also crushed by him.
Lin Chong was stunned: "He...why did he fall?"
"What happened to him? Does it have anything to do with you? He left and died." Feng Danyuan said coolly.
Although it was not authentic, why did Lin Chong feel a little relieved to see Yang Ling being unlucky?
Collect—make money! Lin Chong quickly followed Feng Danyuan.
Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the place where the performers were changing clothes, Feng Danyuan's eldest son fell ill again.
"What is this?" He pointed to a pile of messy clothes on the ground.
"The props are the clothes we are going to wear." Lin Chong squatted on the ground to find something suitable for their stature. There was no way, the young master next to him was too tall, and he might not be able to wear the one-size-fits-all model.
"No." Although Feng Danyuan has been on the battlefield for many years and has encountered all kinds of filth and filth, the dirty clothes are also his own. He cannot condescend to let him wear dirty clothes worn by others.
"How can you act if you don't wear it?" Lin Chong found the largest size.
"Then I won't act." Feng Danyuan refused directly.
"Didn't we agree? If you work as a group performer for a day, you can earn 400 yuan, and you can pay for the Internet and travel expenses." Lin Chong thinks why is this young master so angry?
"Did I agree?"
Lin Chong was speechless: "..." Ce Na, when he thought about it, he was talking to himself, and the young master really never replied "OK".
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to act, you won't act. Can I do it?" Lin Chong knew that he couldn't win, so he put on a stale ancient costume on himself in frustration.
"Go tell them that the fighting scene is too fake. I'll guide them. You can negotiate the price." In the past, it would have taken the sun to come out of the west for Feng Danyuan to perform. Now a penny is too much for the hero. In order to find Wei Zi
, he compromised.
But what Feng Danyuan said bravely made Lin Chong almost die from laughter: "You teach martial arts? Are you from the Shaolin Temple?"
Feng Danyuan glanced at him, raised his hand, and a branch from the ground flew into his hand. With a simple move, the branch penetrated into the tree closest to the two of them like a sword.
The tree trunk looked like it was blooming, and the left and right halves fell to the ground.
Lin Chong's smile was still on his face, but his mouth was open, speechless like a quail.
"Am I not qualified to guide them?" Feng Danyuan said coldly.
"Fine!" Lin Chong turned around and ran away.
Not long after, he came back out of breath, and said to Feng Danyuan: "The martial arts instructor...is someone else, that...the male lead's double is bent, you...
..See if you can try to be a substitute... If you can, it will be two thousand a day!"
The last number was reported very clearly by Lin Chong.
"What is the substitute going to do?"
"Acting in the fighting scene for the male lead."
"Let me state in advance that I will not wear clothes worn by others." Feng Danyuan proudly insisted on his final bottom line.
"The clothes of the double should be cleaner than those of the extras..." Lin Chong didn't dare to say it, and he didn't know if the clothes of the double were clean.
