Real Scholar System

The assistant director Lei Peng and his nephew Quan Hongfei were frightened.

In broad daylight, the gate suddenly exploded?
Looking at the door again, Su Wenshi, a bearded man in his sixties, walked in holding a young man by the wrist.

"You kicked my student out?"

Su Wenshi's eyes are like copper bells, his eyes are full of light, looking around, he is on the spot.

"Who are you?"

"Which one am I? It doesn't matter who I am, but who he is."

Su Wenshi pushed Fang Moyan forward: "He came to interview the male lead, what's wrong?"

Lei Peng took a look, this is not the relationship with Kong Jingyi, he just let himself go out,

Yell, rescuers are here in the blink of an eye?
Now is a civilized society, and it’s not just what you can find.

He calmed down, gave Liu Dayong a wink, told him to call for someone, and stood up and said, "Actor? That's a hero! He's a character that even Han Le isn't sure about. He's a middle school student. Why should he?" Dare to try it?"

Su Wenshi is not used to speaking truths with others. His truths are usually on his legs, and occasionally on his fists.

He thought for a while, but didn't say a word, but lifted his foot and stepped on a corner of a table, but he didn't see any force. The leg of the table that he stepped on seemed to be crushed by a hydraulic press, and it cracked inch by inch. Ray-Ban was stunned.

Is this old man so awesome?

Why are you so flustered?I feel that even if all the drama staff are called, they are still no match for this bearded old man.

"Say it again, does he have the qualifications to try the number one male?"

"Yes... yes... it doesn't matter how loud you are, let me tell you. You can't beat four with one punch. All of our drama staff are here. You are so old, how can you fight ten?"

It would be fine if Lei Peng didn't say this, but once he said this, it would stir up Master Su Wen's anger.

what?
Say I'm old?
Pooh!
I'm only 75!

You say it's okay for me to grow old, and I don't rely on my looks for a living, and you say I can't fight, that's not okay!

I want to take a look at it.

"Old man, dare to come to the crew of "Dream King" to play wild?"

"Don't you open your dog eyes to see, you dare to make trouble in the play directed by Zhang Yimou? You are blind!"

"Look at this old man with a big beard, and he still wants to follow the fashion. After a while, his nose is bruised and his face is swollen. It's a pity that he has such a good beard."

Some of these theater directors have mop sticks, shovel handles, steering wheel locks, baseball bats, and the most professional one is a throwing stick.

"Brothers, fight back, this old guy is getting old, don't beat him to death, let him rely on us." Liu Dayong reminded.

Su Wenshi was so angry that his beard stood on end: "Bah! A bunch of chickens and dogs! If you really have the ability to kill me, you will never be held accountable!"

"Haha, isn't this old man an senile dementia?"

"He said that if you kill him, we won't be held accountable. How can a dead person be held accountable?"

"Okay, stop kidding. If the old man lays down later, he will blackmail any of us. It's better to scare and scare."

Master Su Wen couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed to the side of the dozen or so directors with weapons in their hands like the wind, stomping on their legs and feet, like a nimble monkey.Then

Master Su Wen shook his hand and walked out of the crowd.

"Oh, my toenails."

"Ah, my flapper."

"Ouch, my heel."

These dozen or so people had already thrown the weapons in their hands on the ground, hugging their feet and screaming.

Liu Dayong took off his shoes and took a look. His big toenails were blue and purple, and half of his feet were swollen.

Of course, Master Su Wen was merciful. With his iron leg, he only stepped on some skin trauma, which is already very polite.

Because this group of people only intended to frighten him,
An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, a threat for a threat.

"Call the police!"

"Yes, call 110!"

"We've encountered a gangster."

"Trespassing into the crew's office is an extra crime."

These drama directors went on the phone noisily.

Su Wenshi smiled coldly, he wanted to see what other tricks these people could play.

"Who else thinks that I am old and can't fight anymore? Huh? Stand up! Let someone Su see and see!"

Who dares to answer?

No one dared to talk to them.

It's not that they haven't seen kung fu masters before, even the top kung fu stars don't have the ghostly figure of the old man just now, and their terrifying destructive power.

Fang Moyan watched happily from the sidelines.

Hmph, these people are really interesting, relying on their large number of people, they are very powerful with an old man in his 70s.

Liu Dayong picked up the phone:
"Hey, 110, I'm here for the crew of "Dream King". I'm going to call the police. There are gangsters here, please send someone quickly."

When the operator heard that it was from the Dream King crew, he took it very seriously. Who wouldn't like a movie directed by Zhang Yimou?

"Who are they? Didn't the local villagers coordinate well? How many people are there? What kind of weapons do they have?"

The operator will only be able to call the police if he asks clearly. The local welcome is not enough for a well-known crew like this. How could they cause trouble?Unless they occupy the land of the villagers or something like that, it is generally a dispute, just send a policeman to mediate.

"That...comrade policeman, you just need to come here soon."

"How many people are there? Do they have knives?"

"That... a person, without any weapons, just grew a big beard!"

"You mean, alone? He has no weapons and a big beard. Does he have any other physical features?" The operator suddenly became nervous.

Could it be the lone gangster murderer who was just reported on the public security network, and went there?
No, that person doesn't seem to have a big beard, a crew cut, and a scar at the corner of his eye. He is good at wielding a dagger, murdering and setting fire, and doing all kinds of evil.

He is ready to report to the bureau leader.

"He looks to be in his 70s, with a square face, a gray cropped hair, and a white Chinese-style coat!"

The operator was a little confused.

Not a murderous maniac.

His appearance was wrong, and he didn't hold a knife.

"No, sir, could you please describe in detail what happened?"

"It's just an old man who kicked open the door and made trouble for the crew. Then a dozen of us crew members brought mops and wanted to scare him. Unexpectedly, he rushed over and each of us stepped on us. Our toenails Gail's all jet black."

"Are you sure, a dozen of you are holding mops, and there is only one other person, a 70-year-old gray-haired, bearded old man, unarmed, and then rushed in between you and stepped on your toenails instead of stabbing A knife?"

"determine."

The operator took it straight away.

He has a busy day, and police resources are not for these pranksters to squander.

It just doesn't make sense.

The key is to weave it with nose and eyes, as if it were real.

"Sir, you will be legally responsible for reporting false alarms. Please respect yourself."

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