Chapter 66: The Rough Scene Du Sheng demonstrated it to Fazal in the open space, then motioned to him: "Come and imitate me!"Fazal looked around and saw that the staff in charge of Lavia were ready. After listening to the translator's explanation, he nodded reluctantly. He went to a nightclub last night and was in a very bad mood. He was still yawning now. It’s just that his family paid a lot to get him into this crew, so he had to shoot it anyway. "Action!" With an order, the entire crew started to move, and Fazal had to turn around and jump up by stepping on the wall. However, perhaps because he was not focused enough, his body was crooked and his steps were a little disordered. At the moment he dodged the bullet, his center of gravity became unstable. The staff in charge of the wire suspension found it difficult to cooperate, and Fazal's body inevitably lost balance. He hit the wall heavily with a "bang" and then fell to the ground. “#￥%……*#&!￥” Fazal is a member of a noble Indian family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had banged his head against the wall twice before, but he endured it because he didn't want to break up. He was thrown down like a Spartan and could not stand it any longer. He got furious and yelled on the spot.
He shook off the wire and shouted "strike", saying he wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up or something. "What is he saying?" Du Sheng scratched his ears and looked at the embarrassed translator. The latter didn't want to offend the crew, so he translated the other party's words. hiss…… When the people around heard this, they looked over in surprise. What kind of identity and ability does this Indian Asan have to be so awesome? Anyone with a little bit of insight would know that it was his own problem, how could he actually go on strike? "Want to go to the hospital for a checkup?" Du Sheng thought he had heard it wrong, so he smiled, shrugged his shoulders and simply stood aside. Wei Jiahui gritted his teeth and had a slight headache. This kind of little ancestor is difficult to serve. He had said before that this kind of person should not be allowed into the group, but because of the personal connections on the producer's side, he had to force him in. Not only was he squeezed in, but he also had to play a special role with superb skills. This is just a joke! Even Zhang Baizhi, who was browsing on her phone, was attracted by the situation here. There is no other reason, because the Indian people look very much like the scene in which she has been throwing a tantrum and refusing to take pictures these days. This reverse reference and comparison is not too wonderful. "How can you shoot when you're injured like this?" Fazal pointed to the bruise on his arm and squeaked excitedly:
"Do you know how to give instructions? Is it possible for a human to do such a difficult move?" Even if outsiders couldn't understand what he was saying, his pair of copper bell-like eyes were almost bulging out, showing that he was quite angry. “Is he sure he doesn’t want to take the photo?” Du Sheng's face was calm and he was not angry. When he was filming "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", he was floating in the air and in some shots he had to hang upside down with Wang Yuyan in his hand. Did he ever complain about how hard it was? Even Liu Yifei accidentally bumped into the wall while filming the Thirty-Six Holes Island Owner hanging on the wire, injuring a piece of her arm. She didn't say anything and still insisted on finishing the day's scenes. This Indian guy just bumped into it lightly, without even a red mark, and yet he said with such confidence that he didn't want to take the photo? What's your status? Without waiting for the translator to respond, Fazal's agent rushed forward. She stood in front of Du Sheng and explained eagerly: "Mr. Du, please calm down. Fazal is young and ignorant, he didn’t mean it…” The agent was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Although she was an indirect agent, she still received the money. Oh, my little ancestor! How can you talk nonsense in such a situation? You are not afraid of offending people and just leave after filming, but I still have to stay in this circle! Although this action director is young, don’t you see that even Director Du thinks highly of him? Du Sheng just smiled and didn't blame him too much. "Did I say something wrong?" Before the agent could respond, Fazal listened to the translation and angrily pointed at Du Sheng's nose and cursed: "This guy is just deliberately making things difficult for you! Why don't you just ask him if he can do it?" "Hanging on a wire, he can jump three steps on the wall, then turn around and stab back... Do you think this is a martial arts movie!?" Agent Zheng was at the center of the argument between the two, with spit all over his face. She sighed helplessly, turned around and smiled bitterly at Du Sheng: "I'm sorry, young people are always impulsive. Please bear with me." But when I think about the fact that Du Sheng is younger than Fazal, this explanation seems a bit Muggle. The atmosphere at the scene became a little tense. A field attendant noticed that the situation was not right and ran to find Du Qifeng for help. The artists around didn't say anything, as if they were used to it and were in the mood to watch the show. Du Sheng remained calm and composed despite being stared at. He looked past Agent Zheng and looked directly at Fazal. "There is a saying in the East that goes 'Nothing is difficult if you set your mind to it'. Since you think that move just now is impossible, I will give it a try for you without the wire." Fazal laughed at his words, with a hint of contempt in his tone: "Oh? Do you really think you Orientals can do Qinggong? Can you fly over eaves and walls?" Du Sheng shook his head slightly, too lazy to speak at length: "I don't know if there is Qinggong, but using the rebound force of the wall to run and jump is not that magical."
Fazal looked at the two-meter-high wall and shouted to the translator as if he had heard a joke: "Tell him that if he can do that, I will apologize immediately and do whatever he wants from now on!!" At this time, Du Qifeng, who was organizing the footage in front of the computer, had heard the news and rushed over. As he looked around, he asked the stage manager next to him: "What's going on? Wasn't the rehearsal going well before?" The stage manager scratched his head and said: "This is hard to explain..." He organized the words, but they were somewhat biased: "Director Du was just teaching a wire play. The Indian who played the murderer didn't seem to be in the right state. He couldn't get the movements right after several repetitions. After hitting the wall just now, he just threw away the wire and pointed at Du Zhi and started scolding him. " "Who knew Director Du would get angry and actually say that he would not use wires and would just perform the demonstration with nothing..." Du Qifeng frowned when he heard this. Fazal had made many mistakes before and he was already somewhat dissatisfied. But the other party has capital backing, so they don’t have many roles to play, so I just plan to endure it. Time is tight now, why the hell don’t you want to shoot? Du Qifeng's face unconsciously darkened. Subconsciously quickened my pace. As I was about to enter the photo shoot, I was thinking about how to end it, but unexpectedly... A scene that made his eyes widen suddenly appeared before his eyes. On the filming site, a nimble figure took a running start and jumped, tapped his toes lightly, and jumped up to the two-meter-high wall in an instant. Then he did a gorgeous somersault in the air, leaped forward, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down from the sky. The movements are smooth and fast as lightning. Like a tiger descending from the mountain, he pounced on an armed policeman who was lying in ambush not far away! "clang!" A crisp sound of metal collision suddenly rang out. With a scream and a pistol flying into the air, the nimble figure used the force to flip backwards and relieved the impact in a few steps. Then he flicked his sleeves, and stood there steadily with his hands behind his back. …… (End of this chapter)