Chapter 177 Hello, Brother Shu!
At the door of the catering company, Zhang Yuan smiled and looked at the short young man in front of him with a naive expression.
The other party's eyes were not kind, and he was afraid that he was being regarded as a gangster who was here to cause trouble.
Zhang Yuan took out an unopened box of Zhongnanhai from his pocket, tore off the plastic packaging, knocked on the cigarette box, took out a cigarette with his lips, and then handed the cigarette box to the person in front of him.
"Brother Shu, would you like one?" he joked.
The person in front of me is Wang Baoqiang, the "Grassroots King" who will become famous in the future and win major awards at home and abroad!
In the entertainment industry, everyone has a special skill.
Appearance, talent, communication, family background...
There is Miss Han, a "grandpa" artist who talks about grandpa every day.
There are Green Tea "support teachers" and "architectural designers", Miss Jiang who likes to give herself titles.
There is Mr. Gao, who was a "romantic and talented man" when he was young, and a "well-known public figure" in his old age.
In short, everyone in the entertainment industry is talented, and everyone has unique skills.
But Wang Baoqiang, who was born in poverty, has a special skill that others cannot and do not want to learn...
Sincerity!
Some people in China imitated the famous overseas award for bad movies, the Golden Raspberry Plum, and organized an awards ceremony called the "Golden Broom" to award awards to bad movies and their participants.
Wang Baoqiang is the first first-line artist to attend the award in person and accept the award in person in the nine years since the award was founded.
At the award ceremony, he sincerely apologized for his work "Havoc in Tianzhu".
He is the only one in China.
After all, sincerity is the last resort!
The same goes for the overseas Golden Raspberry Awards. Halle Berry and Sandra Bullock both won the Oscar for Best Actress in the same year that the Golden Raspberry Awards took place.
A true warrior dares to face the bleak life.
Real actors also dare to face their own failures.
So they are all movie queens.
But most actors don’t just stand at attention and get beaten, but when they are scolded, they look for trolls to attack them.
So, it seems that Wang Baoqiang, an "idiot" actor, is even more precious.
The four words "Great Wisdom and Ruoyu" seemed to be specially customized for him.
Zhang Yuan did the math, he was born in 1982, and this year he is 21.2, but he looks like 16.7.
Faced with the cigarette handed by Zhang Yuan, Baoqiang remained indifferent and became more cautious.
"What are you doing? I'm telling you, I've practiced kung fu and I'm not afraid of you!" He lowered his head, breathing heavily, looking ready to go.
Zhang Yuan chuckled: "What a coincidence, I have practiced before."
"How about we compete?"
"Have you practiced before?" Baoqiang said in surprise.
His skills are of no use, and he can't use them as an extra. His body is almost rusty.
Now there is someone who comes to the door. He doesn't care about anything, but when his head is hot, he doesn't care much anymore.
He wiped his nose, his eyes flashed a few times, and then he tried his best to rush up.
"Slow down, don't be in a hurry."
Zhang Yuanxin said, at this time Baoqiang was still an impulsive boy, saying that he was really good at fighting!
If you really start a fight, you won't win or not. It's not worth taking a few hits and getting hurt.
There is no need to "distinguish between superiority and inferiority, or decide life and death" with him.
He thought for a moment and decided on a strategy.
"You didn't understand any of the tricks, so you started fighting?"
"Don't you claim that you belong to your family?"
Bao Qiang immediately put on a standard Shaolin boxing hand gesture, and said loudly Drink: "Northern Shaolin Boxing, Cheng Rang!"
"We haven't fought yet, Cheng Rang, oh, Cheng Rang..." Zhang Yuan complained, and then deliberately put on a look of disdain: "It turns out it's Shaolin boxing, so there's no need to fight."
"Why!" Baoqiang finally found someone who could fight, but the opponent suddenly backed down. Of course he refused.
"Shaolin boxing is too simple, I'm not interested."
"What did you say!" Baoqiang was immediately angry. He had studied it for several years and spent countless dollars.
"Don't talk about learning this thing. With my strength, I can master it at a glance. There is no need to fight." Zhang Yuan sneered.
“Shut up, if you have the ability, practice it, don’t talk nonsense!” Baoqiang’s veins popped up on his forehead, and he was furious.
“You think I’m talking nonsense?” Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the old god said in a calm voice: “Otherwise, you can practice Shaolin boxing again.”
"I'll imitate it again."
"See for yourself whether what I said is true."
"You don't dare, right?" Zhang Yuan stimulated.
Baoqiang was still young at this moment, and after a little excitement, he really got the upper hand.
“If you don’t dare, I will show you the style of Shaolin Boxing!”
Baoqiang thought to himself, I have been learning kung fu for six years, how can you learn it just by looking at it?
How is that possible!
After I finish, if you can’t learn, I will help you relax your muscles and bones!
Bao Qiang’s best skill is actually Shaolin Xiangtang Boxing.
But he did not learn the "Big Five", which is what the public calls the Five Shaolin Boxings, namely the five great boxings of dragon, tiger, leopard, snake and crane.
He learned Mantis Boxing.
His Mantis Fist is not bad, but compared with Master Yu Hai's Seven Star Mantis Fist, it pales in comparison.
But no matter what, Baoqiang is very confident in his own kung fu.
Although he is confident, he is not stupid. If he shows others, he will certainly not show his ability to beat the crowd, and he only intends to perform a set of ordinary Shaolin Changquan.
Hurrah!
A punch broke through the air, Wang Baoqiang jumped into the air, and the fight started!
Rise, fall, advance, retreat!
The moves are changing, hard yet soft.
Reverse, side, close, vertical!
The body is flexible, soft yet strong.
Zhang Yuan was watching and nodded repeatedly.
“Sure enough, he has real skills, and it’s not false.”
Zhang Yuan made a rough estimate. If it were an actual fight, Bao Qiang would probably be only slightly weaker than Wu Jing. The two of them could fight to a score of seven or three. Open.
Although Bao Qiang is only 30%, among his peers in the entertainment industry, those who can compete with Wu Jing may not be able to pass one hand.
If you were to fight against yourself, you should be evenly matched.
He has half a catty of gold, and he has eight taels of brass...
I have been practicing for six years, but I have been practicing gathering and belting myself, and it has only taken more than half a year to complete the training.
Fortunately, these vulgar warriors have muscles in their heads and it is too easy to fall into the trap.
After finishing a set of boxing techniques, it turned out that the boxing was afraid of young people. Without even taking a breath, he stood up straight and cupped his hands towards himself.
“It’s your turn!”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Zhang Yuan stretched out his index finger and shook it, while mocking: "A whole body of kung fu, half of a showman."
"What!" Baoqiang stared angrily.
"This boxing technique of yours is good for TV, but not good for actual combat." Zhang Yuan relaxed his muscles and bones: "Let me help you improve it."
"Look at it, I will only teach it once. ”
After saying that, Zhang Yuan started to move!
Why didn't he fight with the opponent in person, but instead used imitation as a means of competition after provocation?
Because he had acquired the authentic inner Shaolin boxing from Shi Xiaolong and had him teach him for more than a month!
That is the authentic Shaolin Arhat Boxing, and only direct disciples like Shi Xiaolong can learn it.
Even if Baoqiang studied for another six years, he would still be from the Shaolin Martial Arts School, not a direct descendant of the Shaolin Temple. There is an essential difference.
As soon as Zhang Yuan made a move, Baoqiang was shocked!
The boxing he learned was mixed with a lot of Sanda, modern martial arts, and modern martial arts performances, but Zhang Yuan's boxing rules were completely different. Luohan Quan emphasizes mutual generation and mutual restraint, one is decreasing and the other is increasing, and things must turn against each other when they are extreme.
And the warrior himself conforms to the Tao of Yin Yang and Five Elements.
The raised palm is water, the upright palm is wood, the fluttering palm is fire, the clenched fist is earth, and the hooked hand is gold.
Every move must conform to the changing principles of yin and yang.
While imitating Baoqiang boxing, he incorporated the basics of Luohan boxing into it.
The exercises that were originally a little exaggerated immediately became extremely solid, a hard bridge and a hard horse.
Baoqiang was dumbfounded!
He, he...he really learned!
Isn’t that right?
Not only did he learn it well, but he also felt that his Shaolin boxing was better than mine.
Did I worship at the wrong mountain gate and go to a fake Shaolin?
Wang Baoqiang looked carefully, but the more he looked, the more surprised he became!
The strike is like an arrow, the closing hand is like silk, one move is successful, and a series of attacks...
Zhang Yuan's movement range is much smaller than his own, but his moves are continuous and have minimal flaws.
In comparison, although my own kung fu looks great and joyful, it seems exaggerated.
"How about it? It looks like what you learned."
After finishing the move, Zhang Yuan cupped his fists and handed over his hands, took out another cigarette and lit it, making a calm and gentle look, The appearance of a comfortable master.
"You, where did you learn your boxing skills?" Wang Baoqiang's eyes were red and he was in disbelief.
"I learned it from you. As I said, Shaolin boxing is too simple. I can figure it out after just seeing it." Zhang Yuanxin said after taking a deep breath and blowing out a smoke ring.
Silly boy is so easy to deceive!
Wang Baoqiang was sweating on his forehead. He didn’t understand why the opponent was playing better than him even though he was trying to imitate him.
Pirated copies are more authentic than genuine ones, is there any reason for this?
Am I learning piracy?
Right now he wanted to find Songshan Martial Arts School and yell...
"RNM, refund the money!"
I have been studying for six years, and if someone knows it after just one look, it is still a joke!
Zhang Yuanlan was confused and laughed secretly in his heart.
It's like you've been practicing playing ball for a lifetime, but the kid next door broke your record by playing with an orange. Can you not doubt your life?
“This doesn’t count, we can see the real seal in our hands!” After Wang Baoqiang’s face turned red and white, he felt angry for a moment and couldn’t save his face, so he wanted to regain his face from his hands.
Zhang Yuan cursed in his heart.
“Damn it, is this guy so reckless?”
The warriors he usually comes into contact with are all experienced people in the world, and they know what it means to be just the right person.
But at this time Baoqiang was still young and very angry, so he rushed forward regardless of whether there was an agreement or not.
Zhang Yuan has something bad in his mind. He pretends to be good. If they fight, he may lose his power.
It’s not like preparing in advance in the past, doing calculations mentally but not carelessly.
If I really do it, I'm afraid I won't get any good results.
He was just thinking about how to deal with it when suddenly a loud shout came from behind and helped him out.
“Damn it, what are you doing!”
The person who came was none other than Zhang Yuan’s former roommate Zhao Jin.
He was arranging work in the store when he heard a crackling sound outside, so he went out to take a closer look.
As soon as the results came in, it was discovered that Wang Baoqiang was furious and was about to fight with Zhang Yuan.
He ran a few steps, jumped into the air, and kicked Baoqiang.
He has never practiced.
Baoqiang has been practiced.
As a result, he turned aside to avoid his attack.
There is a saying that if you take too big a step, you may end up losing your job.
At this time, Zhao Jin put this old saying into practice very well.
I only heard a "stab!"
With one foot in the air, he did a passive "one-zip horse". Not only did his crotch split, but his big crotch was almost scrapped.
"Ah!!!" Zhao Jin screamed and immediately fell to the ground.
"Why are you pretending to be cool if you haven't practiced before..." Zhang Yuan quickly lifted him up, put him on the bench beside him, and used massage techniques to help you press him.
【Received a thank you from Zhao Jin, +1 for listening! 】
After a full ten minutes or so, this man could barely walk, and then looked at Zhang Yuan with an apologetic look on his face.
“Brother Yuan, I’ll tell him to get lost right now.”
Zhao Jin said hurriedly.
Since he started this catering company, he can get thousands or tens of thousands in monthly dividends, and he doesn’t have to go to the Beijing Film Studio to work or work as a waiter on the set, and there are still more than ten days left. It's not very satisfying to have your subordinates at your disposal.
His life has changed drastically.
However, he knew very well that Zhang Yuan brought all this.
He cherishes his current life, so he is afraid of offending his boss.
"Don't worry, first tell me where you found him."
Zhang Yuan's reaction was beyond his expectation, and he was not angry at all.
“I told you before that after you left, I found a new roommate, and here it is him.”
“This kid has a big temper and is very stubborn. After a while, I went to work in front of the Beijing Film Studio every day.”
“I am average-looking and not smart enough, and soon I will have no money to eat.”
“I used to make money by doing odd jobs on construction sites, but since I heard that I opened a box lunch restaurant here, I shamelessly came to our place to help.”
“This guy doesn’t have the ability to cook, so he can only move around. Come on, give me a gift or something."
Zhang Yuan recalled it, and after a while he remembered that Zhao Jin seemed to have told him that there was such a person, probably when he was on the set of "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slayer". , but he didn’t take it seriously, turned around and forgot about it.
(See Chapter 61 for details).
"Why are you still standing there? Come and call Brother Yuan!" Seeing that Zhang Yuan had no intention of blaming him, Zhao Jin quickly shouted to Wang Baoqiang.
"Ah, are you Zhang Yuan?" Wang Baoqiang, who was almost kicked by Zhao Jinfei just now, and was fidgeting beside him, his eyes lit up at this moment.
In entering restaurants, Zhang Yuan’s deeds are praised every day.
After all, most of the people in the store have experienced Beidiao and Pahuo.
They know very well how difficult it is to get ahead in the film and television industry in the imperial capital without academic qualifications and connections!
But it only took Zhang Yuan a few months to infiltrate the major production crews, and now he has acquired a number of properties.
In the eyes of this group of people, Zhang Yuan is simply a model of Beidiao!
Three people can become a tiger with the help of many words. In the process of spreading the praise, it is a bit exaggerated, but Wang Baoqiang is cleaning his ears every day.
Now that I hear the arrival of "Brother Yuan", I feel like thunder pierces my ears and my body trembles.
“Brother!” Wang Baoqiang immediately assumed a very craftsmanlike posture.
He thought in his mind.
Sure enough, being famous is not as good as meeting him. Just watching it once makes him play better than himself. No wonder he can become a star!
"Brother, I want to be an actor, please take me with you!" Wang Baoqiang said hurriedly: "I can do anything and I am willing to endure hardship."
Zhao Jinxin said.
Fuck you!
You don’t even look in the mirror, you don’t look like me.
If Brother Yuan cares about you, you will be a ghost.
"Okay." Zhang Yuan replied.
Zhao Jin:...
(End of this chapter)