Ren He patted the dust on his hands, turned around and said with a smile to the stunned Fatty Zhao: "What did I say?"
Fatty Zhao didn't say anything, but the martial arts instructor in the hotel suddenly said in a daze: "What is this kid talking about this afternoon? He is very good at fighting?"
You are really good at this!
In the afternoon, Wu Zhi laughed secretly when he heard Ren He say that he was very good at fighting. Young people really don't know how high the sky is.
However, now he realizes that when people say they are good, they should be modest, okay?
Wuzhi is a serious martial arts practitioner. Even now, he has to do horse steps and stand on his head for a while every day. The so-called practice of practicing kung fu is to practice the pile first, and the big tripod will increase the strength. The big tripod means standing on the head.
Director Li looked at the high-spirited young man outside the glass window and smiled: "He looks young, I'm afraid he's not even 20 years old yet. What do you think, Lao Liu, if you compare your skills with him, who is higher and who is lower?"
After hearing this, Wuzhi Lao Liu was stunned for a long time, and then said with a wry smile: "If I want to fight him, I probably won't be able to get through three moves. This is a real master."
He was the one who saw it most clearly. This young man's ability to hit vital points and defeat the enemy is invincible. As long as this kid hits you, at least half of your combat effectiveness will be eliminated.
What does this look like to a martial arts practitioner? It is simply a magical skill!
What is Chinese martial arts? Is it for performance? No.
The masters during the Republic of China all emphasized the power of killing enemies. Some extreme ones even said that if the national martial arts did not hit the three key points, it would be just a fancy embroidered fist. The popular meaning seems to be... hit the person first and hit the egg...
Although the group of people lying on the ground are not seriously injured now, Wu Zhi Lao Liu understands that this is the result of the other party's holding back. A master who can defeat more than ten people so easily, if he is really murderous...
Liu's hair stood on end.
After Director Li heard Lao Liu say that he couldn't even perform three moves, the look he looked outside was a little meaningful. After careful analysis, he found that this extra had outstanding temperament and extraordinary skills, and he was still young.
Nowadays, the tastes of the audience are gradually becoming younger, and the younger the actors are, the more popular they are. To be honest, the reason why he asked Ren He to come back to the set tomorrow is because Ren He showed good acting potential at that time.
After all, not everyone can perform that kind of bravery and bravery.
In that scene, the Jinwu Guards were the pro-soldiers responsible for the safety of the emperor, and were one of the most elite beings in the military system. The script clearly stated that there were rumors in the world that each of the Jinwu Guards could weigh one against a hundred. In the end, if this Jinwu Guards...
If the performance is too soft, then the drama will be considered to have huge flaws.
Therefore, it is precisely for this reason that the assistant director has been eager to find someone suitable to play the role of the Thirty Kingo Guards.
And Ren He did perform the effect that Director Li wanted, which is a rare thing.
He has a good image, good skills that surpass ordinary martial arts, an age that the audience likes, and acting skills that can be improved. Director Li tapped his fingers on the table and fell into deep thought.
Fatty Zhao pulled Ren He and Jin Xiaolong, who was already dumbfounded, and ran away. After running to a remote place, Fatty Zhao panted and said, "It's enough to fight, but in the future, you must be careful of them stumbling upon you when you are in a faction.
This group of people are all bullies. If you scare them today, I'm afraid they won't do anything to you, but be careful of their tricks on you. No one will sympathize with the extras if they get injured while acting.
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Ren He thought about it and didn't care, saying that he took it to heart: "Don't worry, I will be careful."
"You don't have to worry that they will chop you with a knife or call the police. That's how it is in this town. If they beat me, I'll give up if I can't beat them. I won't call the police or secretly stab them with a knife," Fatty Zhao comforted.
, then hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Brother, you are really good at fighting..."
If before, Fatty Zhao only regarded Ren He as a small group actor who had just entered the industry, now he kind of regards Ren He as a brother.
The world has changed. We laugh at the poor but not at prostitution. A wife can betray her husband for money, fame and fortune, and a husband can betray his wife for a better future and sex. There are not a few brothers who stab their backs, not to mention the rare and courageous ones.
Already.
Fatty Zhao has always thought that if he could lose weight, it would be great to play a chivalrous knight in a martial arts drama. He could drink and chat with his outstanding friends, and when in trouble, he or the other party could help him with a sword.
However, reality is hard and there is no such good dream.
But just today, a friend I had just met for two days suddenly punched him more than ten times for the injury on his face. This feeling was so good!
Fatty Zhao seems to have never been so happy in his life!
"You guys wait, I'm going to buy some beer, and we'll drink it outside!" Fatty Zhao hurried away alone. When he came back more than ten minutes later, he was carrying a box of beer and a big bag of snacks, all soaked in beer.
Pepper and chicken feet, duck legs, ham sausages and the like.
Normally, Ren He would not eat these things with wine, but now the three of them were sitting on the yellow sand and dead wood outside Zhenbei Castle, sipping beer, sipping pickled pepper chicken feet and ham sausage, eating with gusto.
Ren He looked at the sunset on the horizon and finally sank into the land. He felt that just because of this drink, this group performance experience of life was not in vain.
Fatty Zhao is not a good drinker at all. After drinking four bottles of beer, he felt a little dizzy: "I used to want to be a special agent or a member of a group, even if I wanted to be a special actor, but in the end, I became one."
I don’t know how many years old corpses are here. Why do you want to be the leader of the group? I also have selfish motives!"
Fatty Zhao let out a wine belch and continued: "I'm just looking forward to the day when one of you will become famous. Just give me a chance and let me play a role with lines! I have selfish motives, but who can be without selfish motives?
?Ren He, just hurry up and act well. I think you can become popular. If you become popular, introduce a character who can talk to Fat Brother. Don't lie on the floor all day. The blind masseurs say that I am cold, especially
Well, how can I not get cold if I lie on the ground every day?"
Jin Xiaolong and Ren He laughed heartily, both of them deeply feeling the resentment in Fatty's heart.
In the past, Ren He always felt that the fat man would return 200 yuan and treat others to dinner when he said goodbye. Although the fat man was a nice person, he was too righteous!
What Fatty Zhao said today is the answer to the mystery. It turned out that he was trying to help others remember his good qualities and help him after he became famous.
This kind of shrewdness immediately made Fatty Zhao's image more three-dimensional. However, Ren He actually liked Fatty Zhao like this more, because what he said was right, who in this world can be without selfish motives?
People who say they have no selfish motives every day are really scary.
