"One person uses a dagger to kill a group of enemies armed with heavy weapons? Do you think they are all made of mud and are there for you to kill?" Mr. Ye said angrily.
"Hey, what do you know, old man? The more exaggerated the better, that person who plays Yamaguchi Colonel, your expression is not right, you have to kneel down and beg for mercy." The director said while directing the people on the scene.
"Who is the Yamaguchi you are talking about?" asked Mr. Xue.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's Yamaguchi Watanabe." the screenwriter replied.
"Is that Yamaguchi Watanabe who proposed a pretty good tactic?" Mr. Ye felt his anger rising.
"Yes, that's him." the screenwriter said with a slap on the thigh.
Several elderly people became very angry. Yamaguchi Watanabe was a character. He was a very good tactician. Although the troops he led were not elite, they were the most difficult troops to deal with.
Often the battles he initiates will result in heavy casualties on our side.
Later, Yamaguchi was annihilated by the same military genius on our side. This guy was a samurai, and he was proud and refused to surrender. He died in battle.
"Is this how you make TV series? Is this how you disrespect history? If they were as miserable as you say, we wouldn't have fought for eight years, and our country wouldn't have paid such a painful price. What are you saying?
Being irresponsible to history is irresponsible to the next generation." Mr. Ye shouted.
"What does it mean to be responsible or not? Anyway, that's how I filmed it. Old man, don't make any trouble." The screenwriter said displeasedly.
"Who is the person in charge here?" Mr. Ye was angry.
"I'm just, what's going on?" The somewhat careless director came over with a cigarette in his mouth and a gangster air.
"There is something wrong with your script. It is too different from the historical War of Resistance. Although they were a small country, they actually caused so much harm to our country. This itself illustrates the problem. You are misleading the next generation by filming like this.
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The more Mr. Ye talked, the more excited he became. He said in a deep voice: "The Anti-Japanese War lasted for eight years. How many people shed blood and lost their lives in this hardship? We should face this period of history and let the next generation know what a hero is.
How difficult it is to be honest. If you do this, our descendants will despise the enemy. What will happen if there is a war? Have you ever thought about it?"
"Are you here to cause trouble? I'm the director. I can shoot whatever I want. I know the TV drama market better than you do. I know better than you what kind of plot will sell. I see you're older.
If I don’t know you, go back.” The director said with an unkind expression.
Mr. Ye was so angry that he kicked away a camera next to him: "What did you say? You don't have the same knowledge as me?"
The director is also tired of living. He thinks that these old people have all come from the revolution. What scene has he never seen before, and he would be afraid of him, a small actor? What are the identities of these people, and are they like you?
Can a young director be called around?
"Hey, the old man has a bad temper. What's going on? Are you determined to cause trouble today?" The director's face suddenly darkened.
"Based on what you just said, shooting you several times will not be enough. Our anti-war drama should serve an educational purpose. You will mislead the next generation." Old Mrs. Chen also shouted.
"Shoot me, right? I have a gun here. Do you want to try it? Come on, brothers, someone is looking for trouble. What do you think we should do?" The director waved his hand, and the extras in military uniforms on the side came up, and in their hands
He took the prop Sanba Daigai and surrounded several people.
The scene began to become more serious. The old ladies could not be harmed at all. Ye Haoxuan subconsciously stood in front of the elderly people. Wang Dabiao, who was accompanying him, stretched out his hand and reached for the holster of his gun. Old Mr. Ye on the side held down his walkie-talkie.
, indicating that he does not ask for help.
"You don't want to ask us who we are? Let me tell you that we are a famous overlord crew here. You two are old and immortal, and you want to come to our place to cause trouble? You have lived enough." The director said with a bad look.
"Oh, you even brought a bodyguard. This is your grandson. If you don't have money to hire a bodyguard to bring your grandson to support the scene, why are you pretending to be a hawk? You're an old man. If you don't wait for death at home, what are you doing here?" the screenwriter sneered.
In fact, this crew is composed of a group of gangsters, especially the extras. There are all kinds of people who are just hanging out in the crew. The director of this crew has always been a drama tyrant, occupying the venue, and the other crews are slightly different.
They would fight if they didn't agree, and they were used to being arrogant here. They didn't think that a few old men could make any splash.
Ye Haoxuan suddenly grabbed the director by the collar, and then slammed him to the ground. He grabbed the kid's head and pulled it in front of some old ladies. Then he laughed and said: "This kid's mouth is so twitchy, these old ladies,
If you want to hit someone, just do it."
"I told you to disrespect history and make random pictures." Mr. Xue had a hot temper. He took the butt of a prop gun on the side and smashed it into the screenwriter's mouth without shame.
Mr. Xue's physical strength was not good enough, and he was out of breath after a few hits. However, even so, the screenwriter's mouth was already full of blood. Mr. Xue threw away the props in his hand, and then said coldly: "
If you want me to be younger for decades, I have to tear your mouth apart. This anti-war drama needs to be rectified."
The screenwriter's mouth was bleeding. He covered his mouth and ran to the director, and then shouted: "Beat these old guys to death. If anything happens, it will be mine."
"Come on, arrest them first and teach them a lesson. They even dare to cause trouble for our crew. I think they are just tired of living." The director waved his hand, and a dozen gangsters in military uniforms rushed towards them with prop guns.
Come up.
Although this gun is a prop, it is very realistic. It would be bad if it really hurt the two old people. Ye Haoxuan stepped forward fiercely, grabbed the butt of the gun of the young gangster at the front, and then pulled it
With a click, the wooden gun butt was twisted into two pieces.
Ye Haoxuan gave him a punch and knocked the boy away. Then Ye Haoxuan showed no mercy. He quickly shuttled among the group of gangsters, waving his hands, and saw another sound coming from the crowd.
A muffled sound.
Ye Haoxuan struck very quickly. Most of the gangsters were knocked out by him before they even saw him. In less than a minute, a group of people wearing yellow Japanese uniforms were already lying on the ground.
Ye Haoxuan, who possesses the fourth level of Haoran's Qi, really doesn't take these people seriously. In Ye Haoxuan's words, beating them is like beating a child.
The director and screenwriter were frightened. They had never seen anyone who could fight so well. Although there were many people in the crew, when they saw Ye Haoxuan's skills, the gangsters who acted as extras immediately withered. Just kidding, no one wanted to fight.
I'm sure I'll be beaten for no apparent reason.
At this moment, several people in uniforms walked over, shouting as they walked: "What are you doing? There's another fight. This is a scenic spot. Come back to the security room with me."
These people are from the guard room here. Although they are in the name of the police station, they are not public officials. At the same time, they are very familiar with these gangsters.
"Brother Li, you are here. These guys are causing trouble. They are blocking our filming and even injuring my people. How can our crew film? What do you want us to do?" As soon as the director saw the security personnel here, he immediately looked at his eyes.
As soon as the light came on, he ran up as if he saw a savior.
"What, are you in trouble again?" A security guard came forward and waved his hand involuntarily, "Cuff all these people away."
"Wait, it seems they besieged us first, can't we fight back? Is it really okay for you to arrest people indiscriminately like this?" Ye Haoxuan said.
"No matter what, fighting just won't work. You knocked down everyone on the crew, how can you let others film? Handcuff them, lock them in the security room for a few days, and talk about it. And you old guys, let me tell you
, don't rely on your old age here, arrest him as well." said the police officer impatiently.
"Haha, catch us. The enemy spent a lot of money to get a few of our heads back then, but aren't we still alive and well now? You can come and try." Mr. Ye laughed angrily.
Old Mrs. Chen pushed away the major guard who was standing in front of him. He stretched out his hands and said, "You can try cuffing me."
"Oh...you really thought I didn't dare. Let me tell you, don't think that I don't dare to arrest you because you are older. Old guy, you asked for this." A security guard took out the handcuffs and walked up as he said this.
forward.
boom……
Ye Haoxuan kicked him out, and the security guard flew backwards. Then he fell to the ground unconscious without even making a sound.
"Attack the police, you dare to attack the police, you are just rebelling." The remaining security guards were taken aback and quickly took a few steps back.
"You are just a small security guard. How dare you call yourself a policeman? Are you really not afraid of your tongue flashing in the wind?" Ye Haoxuan sneered.
"Arrest him, arrest him quickly." The security guard yelled and encouraged the people around him.
Several of his men came up hesitantly, took out the handcuffs and warned: "You'd better not resist the law violently, otherwise you know the consequences. Seeing how old you are, I don't want to do anything to you."
It was obvious from the look of these people that they were bluffing and joking. They were not police officers. They knew from the first glance that these people were not easy to provoke. There was no need to go forward and receive a beating in vain.
"Are you sure you want to arrest us old guys?" Mr. Chen stepped forward and said with a bad look. An invisible killing intent poured out of him without any reservation, making everyone stunned. Their
His hands couldn't move freely and he slowed down.