The image of King Duan from the original version flashed through Xiao Qian's mind, and he couldn't help but stop.
It was only a cursory glance just now, but now that I look closely, I can't help but feel deeply.
Although this person was angry at the staff's cynicism, he only clenched his fists and did not explode.
For such a big guy, even if his kung fu skills are poor, I believe that if one of them can fight four or five, there will be absolutely no problem.
It was admirable to remain calm under anger, so he strolled over.
When I raise my head, my neck feels tired.
Xiao Qian is no longer short now. She has good nutrition and pays attention to exercise. She is nearly 1.6 meters tall.
He is only thirteen years old. According to this trend, even if he is less than 1.8 meters tall in the future, he will be able to stand tall like a tree.
"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
The tall man lowered his head and found the source of the sound. When he saw that it was a child, he was a little at a loss.
When something bothers me, I hate being disturbed by naughty children.
It's just that this naughty boy is so good-looking, like a handsome young man, that he is incompatible with the decayed wilderness.
Especially when several people came over and competed with each other, it made the tall man understand that this child seemed to be extraordinary.
But this is even more fucked up, it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.
"You...what do you want to do? I...I'm not afraid of you."
The tall man raised his fists, but with his cautious behavior, everyone knew that he had a guilty conscience.
There was nothing he could do. After spending many years in a place like this, he had seen a lot of the arrogant behavior of the rich second generation.
There seems to be no logic at all in what those guys did.
He once saw a second-generation rich man who ordered someone to beat an extra actor until he was paralyzed in bed just because he didn't like it.
He clapped his hands, threw away the money and walked away, nothing happened.
The young kid in front of me was surrounded by so many people, especially the three at the front. He could tell at a glance that he was Lian Jiazi.
You don’t really want to beat yourself up, do you?
Thinking like this, the tall man's eyes were darting around, as if he was thinking of an escape route.
Xiao Qian was not that bored. Seeing him talking about him, he said directly: "You have a good image. I need a role in my play. But whether you can play it depends on your kung fu."
acting?
The tall man is no longer panicked, his legs are no longer shaking, and he no longer has trouble speaking.
"What to play? I can play anything."
"Stop talking nonsense, if I ask you to play the leading role in a brothel, will you still have customers?"
Wang Fei and the others couldn't help but laugh. The tall old man's face turned red, but after a while, he also laughed out loud.
"I'm sorry, I...I really need to work, so..."
"Tell me about your situation. I want to know if you can act."
When he first decided to film "The Grandmaster of Tai Chi", the actor who played King Duan made it difficult for Xiao Qian.
The original version was played by Billy Zhou, a well-known boxing star, a world champion in free fighting, and one of the best in a million.
There is no Billy Zhou in this world, so Xiao Qian still has no idea who to play King Duan.
There are many people who know kung fu, but not many who are that tall. If someone short is chosen to play the role, they won't be able to act that domineering role.
Unexpectedly, when I came to Zhuozhou to inspect the studio, I actually found someone with a similar image.
I heard that if you are good at Kung Fu, you will be able to solve a problem.
The tall guy knew the opportunity had come and quickly tried his best to introduce himself.
"My name is Zhu Kexi, and I am from Zhuozhou. I have been practicing boxing and Sanda at the sports school since I was a child, and I can also learn traditional kung fu. The coach said that when I grow up, I can participate in competitions and make a lot of money."
She was too tired with her neck tilted back, so Xiao Qian asked someone to buy some drinks, and took Zhu Kexi to the shade of a tree, enjoying the coolness while continuing to talk.
"That means you don't have enough kung fu, so you can't compete?"
Zhu Kexi hurriedly put down his drink and was very angry.
"My kung fu is very powerful."
Yang Yue pouted.
"Then why can't you participate in the competition and come here to act?"
Zhu Kexi looked really depressed. His slap made the tree trunks buzz and tremble, and several people were covered with catkins.
Wang Fei suffered the worst. A caterpillar accidentally landed on his neck, leaving a bloody mark on the spot. The pain made him cry for father and mother.
Zhu Kexi was a big man, but he was also very nervous. He turned a blind eye to Wang Fei's experience and continued to talk about his own affairs.
"I wanted to compete, but they wouldn't let me. They said I was too heavy and couldn't compete."
When he said this, everyone understood.
Many competitions such as fighting, weightlifting, and boxing have weight restrictions. The classification of lightweight, middleweight, and heavyweight is very detailed.
Although fighting is a sport that requires skills, through the testing of modern technology, everyone knows that weight actually has a great impact.
The heavier a person is, the greater the power he can exert. If he competes with a lighter person, there will be no fairness at all.
Of course, Weng Zhian's bloated weight is useless. No matter what weight he participates in, he can only be used as a punching bag.
This Zhu Kexi seems to be nearly two meters tall and not thin. In any case, his weight will not be less than 200 kilograms.
With this amount, it is really difficult to participate in ordinary fighting competitions.
"Then why do you want to come here to act?"
Zhu Kexi still retains his honest side.
"They say you can make money by acting. That guy named Feng Wanqian made a lot of money."
Hearing this name, Xiao Qian got angry and quickly went away.
"You need money badly?"
Zhu Kexi regarded him as a life-saving straw, doing everything in detail and hiding nothing.
"I want to go abroad to participate in competitions, but I don't have travel expenses."
"Going to compete abroad?"
Everyone looked at Zhu Kexi, who looked honest and honest, and wondered how he came up with this idea.
"I heard someone say that there is a competition abroad that does not limit weight."
Xiao Qian immediately understood what was going on.
"That's underground black boxing, it can kill people."
Everyone's expression changed.
These days, not many people in China know that this kind of thing exists.
Zhu Kexi was the most shocked person.
"Ah? I was deceived."
Xiao Qian said seriously: "All formal fighting sports have weight restrictions. But if you go to compete abroad, you can actually do it. After all, your weight is nothing in a foreign country."
In his previous life, the event in which Billy won the championship was only lightweight free fighting.
Unexpectedly, such a big person is only in the lightweight category. I guess people like Li Lianjie will participate in the super lightweight category.
Zhu Kexi was pleasantly surprised when he heard that he could participate in the competition.
"That...that's great, I want to go abroad."
"But you have no money."
Prodigal children have a habit of attacking people, and Zhu Kexi's hopes were dashed with just five words.
The prodigal child also likes to play with people's emotions, and he gives people hope.
"But if you can film, I will pay you."
Zhu Kexi is not as fierce as he looks at all, I assure you quickly.
"If I can act, I will definitely act well."
Xiao Qian laughed.
"Whether you can act or not is not up to you. You have to let me see if you are suitable."
Zhu Kexi beat his chest so loudly that it shook the mountain.
"You can take the test as you wish."
"I'll do it."
Yang Yue quickly took the lead.
The opportunity to fight with Han Tui was snatched away by his brother, so this time it was his turn no matter what.
The Yang brothers are both martial arts enthusiasts. Yang Zhen knew that if he couldn't satisfy his brother this time, Yang Yue would probably go crazy, so he stopped grabbing it.
Everyone hurriedly moved out of the way, curious as to what the real competition would be like.
Only Xiao Qian drank his drink and didn't look at it at all.
What’s so good about taking a bath in a bathhouse? You still have to stick your head out...
Yang Yue was very positive and took this as an opportunity to show off himself.
The two brothers came to Starlight Entertainment together, but when it comes to the Yang brothers, everyone pays more attention to his brother.
There is no way, who calls his brother handsome?
There are too many handsome men in this world. Although his kung fu is also very good, who cares.
I guess if he was asked to play Miao Renfeng, he wouldn't need to think about his inner drama.
Especially this time, Yang Zhen got the opportunity to star and was about to take the lead. But he was just a martial artist, so he felt a little sad.
Jealousy is not a problem, but you have to show it off. When people talk about Yang Yue, they will give a thumbs up and admit that he is a man.
I'm sorry, tall guy, I'm going to use you as a gun today.
With this thought in mind, Yang Yue quickly spread his hands and pounced forward.
He obviously felt that his movements were already very fast, but he didn't know that Sanda was more concise.
When his fist reached his face, Zhu Kexi raised his arms and shrank his head, turning it into a sandbag.
Yang Yue's fist hit the back of Zhu Kexi's forearm, and there was a loud bang, but he was bounced back.
Yang Yue left quickly and came back even faster. Teng Tengteng took five or six steps back before he could regain his footing.
The shock in his heart made it impossible to hide his expression, and his slightly trembling fists told him that he had encountered a tough situation this time.
