The two of them grew up living in a wild temple on Mao Mountain within Zhenjiang territory; Zhuang Xu was later adopted by a local couple.
At this moment, his cursing dialect just burst out, truly showing his anger at his junior for not living up to expectations.
"Senior Brother, you have to believe me. I'm working in a film crew now, walking the right path and doing good deeds!"
Zhuang Xu was somewhat speechless. Of course, he didn't believe him: "Stop bluffing. You might be able to fool others."
"Really, the crew for the eagle shooting heroes is recruiting actors in Wuxi Water Margin City. I came to play a cameo as a Taoist, it's typecasting."
"If you don't believe me, I'll have Zhou Xun call you tomorrow. You can recognize her voice, right?"
Zhou Xun became a household name after "Palace of Desire," so Zhuang Xu was naturally not unfamiliar with her.
It was just that the first camera cell phone, the Nokia 7650, hadn't been released yet, otherwise he would have definitely taken a close photo with the two beautiful older sisters.
This photo would serve as an endorsement for his work, helping him quickly establish himself in the entertainment industry.
"Alright, send me the details. Let me know in advance before you come to Beijing. I have a place for you to stay here."
"Okay! Boundless Heavenly Venerate of Fortune."
"Get lost!"
Zhuang Xu put down his cell phone with a headache, unable to do anything about this junior brother who was as cunning as a ghost. Soon after, a message came in.
Company name: AITO?
What kind of name is this?
Lu Kuan, lying on the bed, played with his cell phone triumphantly, sending messages to Jiang Qinqin and Zhou Xun to be careful tomorrow, and couldn't help but feel secretly proud of the company name he had chosen.
Ask about matters of the three realms, resolve doubts from all directions!
How great, it doesn't sound like a scam company at all!
Turning back the clock of life to 2001 solidified Lu Kuan's development strategy of focusing on both entertainment and capital.
He needed to use his experience from his previous life to accumulate capital and build a stronghold for public opinion in the internet era.
He also needed to personally enter the scene and not give up his original aspiration from his previous life of growing from Beijing Film Academy to the University of Southern California to become a top Director!
At Tiger Hill in Suzhou, the crew of the eagle shooting heroes started setting up early. This was the third day since they moved here from Wuxi.
The production assistants were no longer surprised to see the Director team leaders all pitching in, inspecting and supervising separately, not letting go of any detail.
Especially production manager Meng Fanyao, who somewhat overstepped his authority to take on the role of assistant Director, directing the scene with a solemn expression.
He was frightened by the Little Taoist.
Ever since he learned from Zhang Jizhong about the lawsuit filed by Wang Rui, which made Lu Kuan's previous judgment of the situation more convincing, how could he dare to take it lightly?
Zhang Jizhong was studying the I Ching and Eight Trigrams that his assistant bought from a bookstore in his RV. The interior space of the vehicle was average; China's RVs were just starting at this Time, and the technical level was low.
Big Beard's RV was the Zhongtian Star TC5040XLJ product from Zhongtian Special Vehicles, which was just established in May this year. It had a Nanjing Iveco chassis and a 2.8T diesel engine, barely meeting the current National II emission standards.
A knock sounded.
"Come in!"
Meng Fanyao smiled and said, "Director, everything is ready. We can go back to Wuxi after today's shoot."
Zhang Jizhong looked up at him, still writing vigorously with his pen, circling the "Po Gua" (Stripping Hexagram) that Lu Kuan had mentioned.
"Just make sure nothing goes wrong, don't be careless."
"Yes!" Meng Fanyao, sensing the situation, stepped forward to refill the teacup and glanced at what the producer was reading.
"Director Zhang, you're actually studying this? I think that kid is mostly just bragging."
Zhang Jizhong was noncommittal: "No matter what others say, it's always right for us to do our own job well."
Meng Fanyao nodded repeatedly in agreement. This Little Taoist did have a positive effect; at least the atmosphere on set had been completely refreshed these past few days, and no one dared to mess up.
Zhang Jizhong was now immersed in the mysteries of traditional Chinese studies, pondering over "Stripping the bed from the feet, contempt, ominous," and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought...
"Be careful!"
"Yapeng!"
Suddenly, several exclamations came from outside the car, followed by a scream from Li Yapeng. Meng Fanyao was terrified, didn't even have Time to say hello, and scrambled out of the car in a panic!
"What's going on!"
What he saw was Li Yapeng already screaming and falling to the ground. His right leg bone and arm had contusions of varying degrees, but his pained expression clearly wasn't caused by mere superficial injuries.
"Yapeng!"
Zhou Xun pushed through the crowd and rushed forward, her anxious expression evident. Li Yapeng's face was pale with pain, his lips bloodless, and he forced a bitter smile: "It's nothing, it should be a hard injury."
Jiang Qinqin walked over and gently pulled Zhou Xun. With so many people around, she was afraid Zhou Xun's relationship would be exposed.
The ambulance arrived with a siren. The doctor briefly examined the injuries and then instructed the nurse to take the person back to the hospital for treatment.
Zhang Jizhong, however, had the calmness of remaining composed during major events. Perhaps it was also because the Little Taoist's prediction had prepared him mentally in advance. He found himself surprisingly stable emotionally at this moment, feeling both like crying and laughing.
If he had met Lu Kuan earlier, Wang Rui might not have been fired by him.
"Doctor, what's the situation?"
The middle-aged doctor accompanying the patient let out a heavy breath. The atmosphere in the cold winter became even more solemn, and the crew members waited quietly for his initial diagnosis.
If it was a serious injury like a fracture requiring a cast, the filming schedule would be indefinitely delayed.
"Preliminary diagnosis is a ligament injury in the right foot and a meniscus injury in the right knee. The exact extent can only be known after the X-rays are taken."
Meng Fanyao pressed on: "Does a meniscus injury require a cast?"
The doctor had no Time to pay attention to them. He stepped onto the ambulance pedal: "It depends on the situation. If the injury is too severe to be sutured, a piece might need to be surgically removed."
Only the production manager was left distraught in the wind, his heart chilling...
Zhang Jizhong's expression suddenly changed, his brows furrowed like a twisted rope, and the Little Taoist's judgment suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Stripping the bed from the feet, contempt, ominous. In short, if the bed legs rot, they will fall off. This is something that harms the foundation."
And then he thought of Li Yapeng's injury to his right foot and right knee just now...
The producer, born in 1951, was already in his knowing-destiny years, yet he was still inexplicably terrified, his hair standing on end.
This was the natural human fear of the unknown.
"Old Meng! Organize everyone to handle the aftermath, I'll go back to Wuxi first."
He wanted to find Lu Kuan immediately to seek an explanation in person. The crew couldn't afford any more setbacks.
Zhou Xun changed her clothes and pulled the car door of Li Yapeng's older brother and agent, Li Yawei: "Brother Yawei, take me with you!"
"Zhou Xun, you should wait. The hospital will definitely be full of reporters later, you..."
His meaning was clear: both of them were in the development stage of their careers, and the current state of their relationship and whether it was the right Time to go public were still unknown.
Jiang Qinqin also held onto her tightly: "Did you forget what Lu Kuan said? He told you to stay at the hotel no matter what happens and not run around."
Zhou Xun was taken aback for a moment. Unfortunately, she was a self-centered and proud woman who only followed her heart into difficult situations, so how could she care about so many things?
"No, I must go!" she said, getting into the car and closing the door heavily.
The rear wheels of the Santana 2000 violently splashed away the rainwater on the ground and sped away.
