Wang Aimin said in surprise: "Little brother, do you know Marcus? It's amazing, he is a big star."
Ye Bufan shook his head: "I don't know him, I just want to talk to him about something."
"Oh!" Wang Aimin said, "Today is indeed his show, but I haven't seen anyone yet, and I haven't seen so many people waiting here."
Ye Bufan smiled: "It seems that it's not just the stars in China who are big names, but also the ones here."
Wang Aiguo laughed and said: "Actually, they are not too different. I have been in this business for so many years, both at home and abroad. In fact, there are good and bad stars everywhere. Some big-name superstars are very approachable, and some are obviously not so good.
It has to be like 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan."
"Aiguo, you have to be careful today." Wang Aimin seemed to have thought of something and said with a serious expression, "The person who plays opposite you today is Marcus. You must protect yourself and don't get hurt."
Wang Aiguo waved his hand: "Don't worry, cousin, it's not my first day in this line of work. Besides, our men have some skills, so we won't be injured by him."
Ye Bufan asked with some confusion: "Brother, is there anything special about this Marcus?"
"Special, very special." Wang Aimin said, "Marcus is different from other kung fu stars. He really has real talent and his skills are scary.
Moreover, this guy never holds back when filming. I don’t work with him much, but every time I see him hurting people, including breaking arms and legs.
And this guy seems to be prejudiced against Orientals, and we Chinese are the most injured among those injured."
"Is there such a thing?"
Ye Bufan frowned. If this was the case, his spokesperson seemed to have to reconsider.
However, he won't follow others' opinions. What exactly this Marcus is like and whether he is suitable for him will be decided after seeing it.
"Brother, do you want to smoke?"
As he spoke, Wang Aiguo stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket hanging next to him. He was not tall and walked with a slight limp.
"I don't smoke." Ye Bufan waved his hand and then asked, "Brother, how did you hurt your leg?"
Wang Aiguo lit up a cigarette and took a puff, "Look at my legs. How can I not be injured in our industry? I fell from a building while working as a stunt double two years ago, and this leg suffered from such a problem."
Ye Bufan said: "Have you gone to the hospital for proper treatment?"
"Go to the hospital? Are you kidding me?"
Wang Aiguo shook his head, "Little brother, you don't know how expensive the medical expenses are here. I don't have medical insurance. If I go to the hospital to see a doctor, I will have to work in vain for several years."
What else will the children at home use to go to school, and what will they use to get a wife in the future?
So I didn't go to the hospital at that time, so I reattached the bone myself, and then I nursed it for two months, leaving me with a slight limp.
But this is nothing, you will see when I come on stage, I am still lively and energetic, without any impact."
He spoke very easily, even with a smile on his face, but Ye Bufan felt a little sad when he heard it.
As a doctor, he knows the opponent's injuries best. When you play without lameness, you have to endure great pain. This is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
The man in front of me can talk and laugh happily, which shows that he is really a tough guy.
He decided to help the man in front of him and said, "Brother, I can show you your feet."
"Really? Little brother or a doctor?" Wang Aiguo was a little surprised, then shook his head, "Little brother, I understand your mood, but I have an old injury that cannot be cured."
Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Brother, if you can trust me, let me take a look at it. I will definitely not let you down."
"Okay, then please let me have a look, brother."
Wang Aiguo said as he sat on the bench, raised his left leg and put it in front of Ye Bufan.
Intellectually speaking, he didn't think anyone could heal his old injuries, but his intuition told him that this young man was worth trusting.
Ye Bufan's spiritual consciousness has already clearly seen the opponent's injuries. As a martial arts practitioner, the opponent still has some basic skills in bone setting, and the bones of the broken leg have basically been reattached.
However, the nearby tendons and soft tissues were not well treated, and coupled with the fact that he had been in a state of fatigue for many years, he suffered from a lameness.
He put his hands on the injured leg: "Brother, please bear with it, it may hurt a little."
Wang Aiguo said nonchalantly: "It's okay, this little pain is nothing."
Ye Bufan didn't say anything anymore. He held his legs with both hands and pushed them down gently. The powerful chaos energy instantly reset the misplaced meridians.
Since this was an old injury, the pain caused by the resetting of the meridians was very great, but Wang Aiguo was really a tough guy, he just frowned and didn't even make a sound.
Ye Bufan secretly nodded, his strength was definitely worthy of his admiration. Then he moved his fingers in succession and massaged the injured leg, and the chaotic energy opened up the blocked meridians one by one.
"Okay." It only took two or three minutes for Ye Bufan to completely heal the injured leg. "Brother, you can stand up and try it now."
"Little brother, you are really capable."
Wang Aiguo felt a burst of pain at first, but then his leg felt unprecedentedly comfortable.
He tried to stand up from the bench. The original discomfort and pain in his legs were gone, replaced by a long-lost sense of strength and comfort.
A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Wang Jianguo's face. He jumped twice first, and then did two consecutive kicks. His legs were vigorous and the injured leg no longer felt any discomfort.
"Little brother, you are really amazing, thank you, thank you so much."
Feeling that his leg injury had completely healed, he was overjoyed and bowed deeply to Ye Bufan.
Wang Aimin also didn't expect that this young man actually cured his cousin. He quickly took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket: "Little brother, this is the medical fee. Don't be too short."
"Brother, we are all fellow villagers. It's fate that we meet each other. Why should we discuss the medical fees? Besides, I just made a move and it costs nothing. Let's forget about the money."
"Okay then, thank you very much!"
The two brothers bowed again.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the door of the studio, and a tall middle-aged man walked in. It was Marcus, the Kung Fu King of Hollywood. Behind him were a beautiful female assistant and two tall bodyguards.
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As soon as he appeared, the director and several staff members immediately greeted him enthusiastically. Big names are big names, and they are the same wherever he goes. No one asked him why he was late. On the contrary, he was very pleased with himself.
Marcus said proudly: "Okay, let's get started, my time is very precious."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
In fact, everyone else on the set is already waiting. The only one waiting is Marcus. Shooting will start immediately when he arrives.
"Little brother, aren't you looking for something to do with him? This person is Marcus."
Ye Bufan smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. We'll talk about it later after you finish shooting."
"Okay, you can watch from the side while we go over to get busy."
The two brothers Wang Aimin greeted him and immediately got into work.
