0169 [Witness the moment of acting!] (Thanks to Lele Xiaoxiao Nini's
"who is he?"
"What the hell is he talking about?!"
"Why do people in Shek Kip Mei want to drink water?"
Everyone in the audience looked at Shi Zhijian on the stage in shock.
Shao Daheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he admires Shi Zhijian very much, his appreciation does not mean that Shi Zhijian can do whatever he wants.
But suddenly, Shao Daheng seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils. He looked at Shi Zhijian again, going through Shi Zhijian's words and deeds from beginning to end in his mind.
If he has been planning for a long time and has been acting from the beginning, and all the high-minded talk about Hong Kong movies are all false, and they are all smoke bombs with hidden intentions to make everyone relax their vigilance. The real purpose is to step on the stage for a second, then
This young man is so terrible.
Zou Wenhuai also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shi Zhijian said this sentence instead of ""One-Armed Sword" is mine!"
Zhou Duwen, who was standing not far behind Shi Zhijian, was a little disappointed. His reaction just now was so good. Shi Zhijian came on stage to grab the microphone. He acted so panicked and innocent, but Shi Zhijian jumped on the street and said such a nonsense.
Zhou Duwen has always been very jealous of Zou Wenhuai, and this time he finally took advantage of Zou Wenhuai's big mistake and usurped his position as production manager.
Zhou Duwen knew that he was capable, and compared to Zou Wenhuai, he lacked both courage and energy.
So Zhou Duwen also knew very clearly that Zou Wenhuai's being relegated to the cold palace by Shao Daheng this time was only temporary. As long as Shao Daheng was in a better mood, or Zou Wenhuai was more obedient, he would soon be able to resume his post. And he,
He only served as the acting prince for a few days.
In order to truly sit down in this position, in order to truly become the second-in-command of Shaw Brothers, Zhou Duwen must step on Zou Wenhuai no matter what, so that he will never stand up.
Shi Zhijian's appearance on stage to grab the microphone is a good opportunity. If Shi Zhijian suddenly announces that he has bought out the drama "One-Armed Knife" at this time, then Shao Daheng will definitely lose his face, and Zou Wenhuai will definitely be blamed. Killing two birds with one stone, why not?
Not for?
But now, Shi Zhijian, a man on the street, says, "People in Shek Kip Mei need to drink water." What the hell is this?!
In addition to the big names and celebrities, there were countless media at the scene.
The media's sense of smell has always been very sensitive. Suddenly a person appeared and suddenly said such a sentence. What secret was hidden in it immediately aroused the interest of countless people.
Crackling!
The spotlight flashes!
Take a photo of this scene on stage.
Some reporters couldn't wait to pick up their pens and write down the words "Shek Kip Mei people want water" on it, as if these words were some kind of Morse code, full of magical mysteries.
Looking at Shi Zhijian on the stage, after saying what he just said, his body swayed slightly, as if he had drank too much and looked tipsy.
"Sorry, I drank too much!" Shi Zhijian turned around and handed the microphone back to Zhou Duwen, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you!"
Zhou Duwen was startled and thought to himself, "What are you thanking me for?" He suddenly realized that Shi Zhijian had sinister intentions and made himself look like his accomplice.
Shi Zhijian turned around and walked off the stage. Because he was "drunk", he staggered and almost fell down.
Zheng Shaoqiu hurriedly went up to help him.
Shi Zhijian waved to everyone, "Sorry, I'm really drunk! Qiu Zai, help me go home!"
Zheng Shaoqiu helped him out and complained: "You are not a good drinker, so don't drink so much! Look at what you look like now, you are so embarrassed!"
In full view of everyone, Shi Zhijian left the banquet hall, but the real drama had just begun.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Bai Ligao, senior consultant of the Water Supplies Department?"
"Mr. Perrigor, what do you think about the lack of water in Shek Kip Mei?"
Those media reporters are all thieves, and they suddenly "discovered" that among the guests attending the banquet tonight were senior officials from the Water Supplies Department.
Peregrine, a native of Birmingham, England.
He is 48 years old and served as a senior adviser to the British Water Supplies Department in Hong Kong a year ago.
"I will investigate this issue carefully!"
"Thank you for your attention to our work! I will definitely give you a reply tomorrow!"
Pergo responded to every reporter's question very appropriately.
If it's a bit out of line, or if he can't answer, just say "no comment" to excuse it.
But even so, those reporters still refused to let him go.
Baili Gao was depressed. He originally thought that nothing would happen if he attended the banquet, but he didn't expect that the fire would eventually burn him.
Who is that young man?
Why did he mention Shek Kip Mei?
What the hell is going on?!
…
Shi Zhijian was helped outside by Zheng Shaoqiu.
Zheng Shaoqiu was still nagging: "If you can't drink, why don't you drink? No one is forcing you? Drinking so much is very harmful to your health! And what did you say on stage just now? Why can't I understand?"
"It's okay if you don't understand. You should concentrate on your acting skills!" Shi Zhijian retracted his arm on Zheng Shaoqiu's shoulders.
"Uh, you're not drunk?"
"When did I get drunk?"
Shi Zhijian's eyes were clear.
"Eh? Damn it!" Zheng Shaoqiu slapped his thigh, "I forgot to bring candies to the boys!"
…
The next day.
Causeway Bay, tenement buildings.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door outside Shi Zhijian's bedroom.
"Please come in!"
Shi Zhijian rubbed his eyes, raised the pillow he was sleeping on, and leaned on it.
Creaking, the door opens.
Shi Yufeng "floated" in with disheveled hair like a ghost.
"Ajian, I had a dream last night. In the dream, I donated the 30,000 yuan I had saved for a long time."
Shi Yufeng sat beside Shi Zhijian's bed, her voice was weak and low.
Shi Zhijian reached out and brushed away the long hair that covered his sister's face, looked into Shi Yufeng's eyes, and said to her in a very affirmative tone: "No, you didn't dream! You did!"
Shi Yufeng shook his head, "I must not be awake yet, I am dreaming! Yes, I must be sleepwalking, otherwise why would I ask such idiotic questions like you? I want to go back to sleep, don't call me!"
Shi Yufeng slowly "floated" outside the door like a ghost.
After a moment, a heartbreaking voice came: "My 30,000 yuan!"
Shi Zhijian got up, quickly found a ball of cotton, tore it in half and stuffed it into his ears.
I didn't have breakfast this morning.
In the past, Shi Yufeng would be very active in cooking and making breakfast, for fear of wasting money if she went out to eat.
At this moment, she was sitting on the chair with dull eyes. When Shi Zhijian asked if there was no porridge to eat, she just pointed outside mechanically.
Helpless, Shi Zhijian had no choice but to take Bao'er downstairs, find a porridge shop nearby, and order a cage of barbecued pork buns, a cage of shrimp dumplings, and two bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
Baoer ate the barbecued pork buns, wiped his greasy mouth with the back of his hand, raised his head and asked Shi Zhijian: "Why don't mommy cook today?"
"She's in a bad mood." Shi Zhijian picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of porridge, while flipping through today's Ming Pao with the other hand.
"Mom, why is she in a bad mood?"
"Lost money."
"How much was lost?"
"Thirty thousand."
"How much is thirty thousand?"
"a lot of!"
Shi Zhijian looked away from the newspaper and saw Bao'er looking at him with wide eyes and a greasy mouth, so he pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth, saying, "Use a tissue to wipe it from now on, so it's clean."
Bao'er nodded, opened his mouth and took a bite of the barbecued pork bun, and said, "Uncle, what are you looking at?"
"read newspaper."
"Is the newspaper nice?"
"Well, it looks good!" Shi Zhijian turned the newspaper to today's "Editorial" section.
I saw a very blurry photo published on it. In the photo, a ghost man was surrounded by many reporters, and I didn't know what he was talking about.
Under the photo, there is a bold headline: Shek Kip Mei people, need drinking water!
Shi Zhijian smiled, dusted the newspaper with his fingers, folded it, then raised his head and said to Bao'er: "Newspapers are not only beautiful, but also useful!"
…
Hu Juncai received a call from Shi Zhijian early in the morning. Shi Zhijian only said two words: "Work!"
Hu Juncai, who already knew what he was going to do, took action immediately, packed up the documents, took his briefcase and left the law firm. He waved to a rickshaw and drove away amidst the envious eyes of his fellow lawyers.
Song Zhaolun, the boss of the law firm, even used Hu Juncai to spur everyone on: "Look at his talented people, and then look at you! We are both lawyers, and we have the same job! He goes out in the field every day and makes more money than me! What about you, a
What are you doing sitting here? Practicing bigu? Practicing the magical skill of sitting and transforming? Let's get to work!"
