Warm wind blows slowly from the Pacific Ocean, willows sprout and cherry blossoms bloom.
Spring has arrived, and the cast of The Legend of the Condor Heroes has finally returned from the north.
All of them are dusty and disheveled, looking like the backbone of the beggar gang.
Xiao Qian personally helped them catch the wind. As soon as the car door opened, a thin and small figure rushed down, clutching Xiao Qian's skirt tightly.
"Boss, is it too late for me to break the contract now?"
It was none other than Zhu Yin.
After not seeing her for several months, Fairy Zixia smelled fishy, which must have been due to eating too much mutton. Her skin was dark, with many cracks vaguely visible, and she looked miserable after a disaster.
"Okay, I'm back now. I won't have to endure hardship in the future."
Zhu Yin burst into tears immediately.
"When I see people filming, it's like going to work. I go to film in the morning and go home in the evening. Why do I feel like I'm wandering when I'm filming? Do you know that I haven't taken a proper bath for months?"
We went to Tongliao, a small town in the 1990s, and the conditions were as you can imagine.
Xiao Qian quickly comforted her.
"You have to endure hardships to become a great person. Sister, keep at it, you will become a big star soon."
"I don't believe you. They say you are the best at lying."
"Who? What bastard set me up behind this?"
Xiao Qian was furious, but he couldn't catch the culprit. A group of people ran very fast, and they just wanted to go home as soon as possible and have a good rest.
It wasn't until three days later that the crew gathered together again to discuss a difficult problem.
"The actor who plays Zhang Asheng is injured, what should I do?"
It is common for actors to get injured while filming, and it is common for everyone. The only trouble is that this time the actor injured his leg, and even walking was a problem, which must have affected the filming.
Xiao Qian asked: "How much of this character's role is left?"
Chen Weizhou scratched his head.
"We have to reshoot everything. Fortunately, the scenes are not heavy, otherwise the progress will be seriously delayed."
Zhang Asheng is the fourth of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters. He is a famous character in the play, but he doesn't have many roles.
During the night battle in Huangshan, he was caught to death by Chen Xuanfeng's Nine-yin White Bone Claws. Before his death, he confessed to Han Xiaoying.
According to the script, his role only needs to be concentrated in the early stage. He doesn't have many lines, and it's more of an ensemble act.
At the beginning, in order to show the extraordinary power of the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, there was a fight scene with Nan Xiren.
Next is the group battle scene against Qiu Chuji, but his role in it is not obvious and inconspicuous.
It is the last scene of confession before death that is more important.
"Then let's reshoot it. Find another actor and make up for it as soon as possible."
Xiao Qian made the arrangement, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it involved the application of the budget, so there would be no problem if the boss endorsed it.
Xiao Qian didn't think it was a big deal. He was just a supporting role. After making arrangements, he went to the gym.
His ideas for running the company are basically based on what he learned in his previous life. He knows that fitness and sports are very important to artists, and there is a lot of space within the company, so he set up a gym.
In this way, it is safer for artists to exercise in the company than outside, and the privacy is better.
He came to the gym and it was very quiet.
The company is usually very busy, whether it’s artists or employees, the only time they can come to exercise is in the evening.
It was only afternoon, so it was normal that no one was around.
No, someone is here.
Huchi... Huchi... Huchi...
The breathing sound was like that of a wild beast, and the movements were as fast and fierce as a tiger's. The only visible pieces of iron were flying up and down, leaving behind pieces of afterimages.
Good guy, this must be hundreds of kilograms, right?
Is it a human?
Looking at the operator again, Kim Jong Kook, it’s okay.
Xiao Qian then remembered that after Jin Zhongguo was injured, he came here to recuperate.
But judging from the condition of this guy's training equipment, which is like a toy, I guess the injury is almost healed.
After he finished practicing, Xiao Qian walked over.
"Brother, be careful of your injuries."
Kim Jong Kook stood up with a smile and even raised his leg to kick.
"It's completely healed, don't worry. Why, do you also want to exercise? Let me tell you, exercise must be done in a scientific way, otherwise, it will not be effective at all. Come, let me help you."
Xiao Qian's face turned green with fright.
"No, no, I'll just practice whatever I want."
I asked you to help me, I'm afraid I won't die from the equipment.
Having seen this man's style in his previous life, Xiao Qian was afraid.
Hearing Xiao Qian's rejection, Jin Zhongguo was very sad.
"Yeah, I'm a professional in fitness."
Xiao Qian hid far away.
"What I'm afraid of is professionalism."
However, he tried to avoid it, but Kim Jong Kook had no discernment and came over to him.
"Yeah, you're too thin. You need to gain muscle. Look, you're a man with muscles like this."
Seeing Jin Jongguo's biceps rolling around like eggs, Xiao Qian almost vomited.
"You are so sick, so sick. Why would anyone build such big muscles when they have nothing to do? What's the use?"
Kim Jong Kook put his hands on his hips and spoke eloquently.
"What can a man do without strength? How can a man protect himself and his family without strength?"
Xiao Qian pushed back with just one sentence.
"I have bodyguards."
Jin Zhong's Chinese language was stagnant and he said something angrily.
"You are great if you have money, right?"
This time Xiao Qian finally gained the upper hand, looking so proud that he really deserved a beating.
"I'm sorry, you can really do whatever you want if you have money."
Kim Jong Kook has never watched Hong Kong dramas, otherwise he would have to punch him.
However, the small victory in the confrontation did not make Xiao Qian relax his vigilance. He knew very well that this big man was actually very nagging. Once he got entangled with him, he would be annoying to death.
The best way, of course, is to take the initiative.
"Brother, your injury is completely healed?"
Kim Jong Kook's punches and kicks were extremely smooth and natural.
"I went to the hospital for a checkup and everything is fine. We were delayed for a long time. How about it? When will we be scheduled to return?"
Looking at Jin Zhongguo's muscular body that couldn't be covered by his little vest, and his Transformer-like face, Xiao Qian suddenly remembered something.
"Brother, I'm a little busy here, can you help me?"
Kim Jong Kook nodded on the spot.
"Of course no problem."
No problem, just fine.
"Then let's go."
When they arrived at the place, Kim Jong-guo's face turned green.
"No, no, absolutely not. How can I act? I'm still acting in Chinese dramas. Oh, can't you be more reliable in what you do?"
Xiao Qianxiao looked particularly stupid.
"Brother, why can't you act? Look at your size, just like Schwarzenegger. He can act, and so can you."
Kim Jong Kook complained endlessly.
"I can't speak Chinese, how can I act?"
Xiao Qian immediately blocked him.
"It's okay, I can dub it later."
At this time, Chen Weizhou walked over, looking at Jin Zhongguo and nodding.
"Is this the actor you're looking for? Well, the appearance matches him very well. How about his acting skills?"
Xiao Qian laughed evilly.
"It's just one or two scenes. How about his acting skills? Besides, he has filmed many music videos, so his acting skills are quite good."
"mv?"
"You didn't recognize him? He is Kim Jong Kook, the lead singer of the Korean turbo group."
Chen Weizhou was shocked.
"Korean?"
I noticed Kim Jong Kook’s eyes again.
"As expected, he is Korean."
Xiao Qian introduced Chen Weizhou's identity to Jin Zhongguo, which made Jin Zhongguo immediately cautious.
In the Korean entertainment industry, directors have a very high status.
Chen Weizhou didn't think Koreans were that bad. Just like Xiao Qian said, firstly, they don't have many roles, and secondly, they can do dubbing. Since the appearance is suitable, he just gave it a try.
"Take him to put on makeup."
Seeing the staff taking him away, Kim Jong Kook became anxious.
"That...isn't...me..."
What am I?
No one understood what he said, so he was held up and sent to the dressing room, like a guinea pig on a laboratory bench.
