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Chapter 360 Authority!

ps: Catch bugs first and then catch them!
After all, Uncle Sun is old, and Iron Wire Fist consumes a lot of physical energy.

After one punch, he was already out of breath.

He raised his hand and made a bow to the crowd, then silently regained his strength.

He believes that he has basically played the essence of this boxing, and even some places where the fusion is smooth are quite a bit of boxing.

Just before he could finish his breath, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in the conference room.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhen Zhijing changed his compliment to Mu Quan and Hao Datong before, stared at Uncle Sun with a frown and pointed, "I have a bunch of bracelets on my hands, which are jingling, are you boxing or juggling? "

Hearing what Zhen Zhijing said, Gao Shuang's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

Since Zhen Zhijing has become this "referee", it is impossible for him to go through the scene peacefully all the time.

The reason why Mu Quan and Datong did not attack should be due to the fame of these two people.

Regarding the situation that the crew does not have martial arts, there has been a long period of discussion in the outside world.

However, after obtaining the consent of Mu Quan and Hao Datong, Gao Shuang released their identities through the company's publicity channels.

One of the two is a well-known fighter in the ring.

One is the head teacher of Gun and Stick at the Huaxia Academy of Chinese Opera.

In the eyes of the outside world, either of these two people can give the crew a lot of help in martial arts.

This has suppressed a lot of concerns about the movie "Kung Fu" on the Internet.

In fact, if you think about it seriously, Ni Yang's report and the fire of Huayu Media are just a reiteration of the past.

Zhen Zhijing was born in Wuxing, and being able to get into the position of vice president of the film union itself shows that he has some means.

So before coming, you must have done enough homework for Gao Shuang's crew.

From the perspective of "Kung Fu", it must be the best solution to stand on the commanding heights of authority and to avoid confrontation with Mu Quan and Hao Datong.

His level of kung fu mixed in martial arts is really not enough to see in front of these two "superior people"!

But when he got to Uncle Sun, he didn't care about that anymore.

Uncle Sun's official identity is actually a dancer. In the martial arts circle, most people who know him are family friends, and outsiders have a little understanding.

So just in terms of fame, Uncle Sun is definitely the bottom of several people.

Zhen Zhijing suddenly turned his face at this time to show his attitude.

Ah, is this a soft pinch of persimmons?

At the meeting room scene, it was not only Gao Shuang who figured out the key.

There is also Uncle Sun's old rival in love, Xia Shuangfei.

However, Uncle Xia's expression at this time was strange.

Uncle Sun, who was relieving his anger, was immediately unhappy when he heard Zhen Zhijing's words: "What's the matter? You don't like these two tricks on my hands?"

Zhen Zhijing didn't pretend at all in front of Uncle Sun, the filthy old man who was a motherfucker.

With that kind of superior vision, Uncle Sun squinted and asked, "What is this kung fu called?"

Uncle Sun waved the iron ring on his hand and said, "The Hong Family Iron Wire Fist."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhen Zhijing circled around Uncle Sun as if watching a monkey, rubbed his mouth and shook his head: "Sure enough, there is a problem!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with my boxing?"

Uncle Sun's voice was raised two octaves.

He felt that he played such a mighty set of punches in front of Lao Xia today, and his condition was unprecedentedly good.

But now there is actually a grandson thief questioning his boxing skills in person?

Isn't that suppressing himself in disguise and increasing Lao Xia's prestige?
His face immediately became unbearable.

Zhen Zhijing didn't pay any attention to the little-known "little brother" like Uncle Sun.

He looked at Gao Shuang and said smugly, "Director Xiao Gao, since ancient times in China, fists are fists, and weapons are weapons. This iron-line fist looks like that when it looks like a fist, but you can bring these iron rings... ...This is barely considered a weapon, right? It seems nondescript, nondescript!"

Zhen Zhijing saw that he had said that Gao Shuang was just watching him "perform" quietly for a long time. He didn't mean to answer at all, and it was boring.

In the end, I had to turn around and say to Uncle Sun, "Don't be fooled, old man, the idea is good. It's okay to just practice and entertain yourself. If you want to go on the screen, I'm afraid it will make you laugh and be generous."

Uncle Sun listened to this crooked person and belittled him for a long time, and the blue veins on his head began to jump suddenly.

He almost gritted his teeth, and his voice became a little shrill. He asked, "Who stipulated that fist-handling should not bring weapons? Kungfu that can kill people is good Kungfu."

"Old man, don't fight and kill when you are old!"

Zhen Zhijing actually raised his hand and patted Uncle Sun's shoulder.

These two unreasonable taps made Uncle Sun's fists creaky.

This grandson thief really doesn't take my old grandson as a character? ! !

"Director Gao, I admire the skills of Master Mu Quan and Master Hao Datong very much. Since Tan Kui and Wulang Bagua stick are from the two of them, it is naturally impossible for me to question this aspect, otherwise it will be Banmen's axe ."

Zhen Zhijing looked around the crowd and said, "However, I will never agree with this old man's iron fist."

Gao Shuang secretly glanced at Uncle Xia when Zhen Zhijing was talking to himself.

I originally wanted to ask for his opinion, but I didn't expect that Uncle Xia shook his head at him with a smile, and his expression became a bit intriguing.

Shaking his head is to tell him to be calm, so why do you feel that Uncle Xia seems to be a little gloating about misfortune?

But since Uncle Xia had already given his attitude, Gao Shuang didn't think about it.

Seeing that Zhen Zhijing's performance was almost done, he asked, "So what are you going to do?"

Zhen Zhijing still felt good about himself at this time, pretended to ponder for a few seconds, and then proposed: "Well, I will not embarrass you, you should change the script first, and change the style of this old man's juggling, I'll sign now!"

Change the script in just one sentence?
There is still a face to put on a look for your sake and give you a way out.

Gao Shuang once again had a deeper understanding of Zhen Zhijing's shamelessness.

Lao Tzu's movie is almost finished, you want me to change the script?

At this time, the script has been changed, does it mean that I don't need to review the sources behind me?

Are they all so brainless?

Gao Shuang knew that Zhen Zhijing seemed to be giving a proposal, but in fact he really forced him to death.

He will definitely not revise the script, and Zhen Zhijing will definitely not sign because of Uncle Sun's iron fist.

Even if it is completely frozen.

Thinking about these are all things that have been thought through, without much effort.

But when Zhen Zhijing's voice just fell, Uncle Sun couldn't take it anymore.

With his eyes wide open, he stared at Zhen Zhijing and shouted, "You say I'm juggling?"

This Zhen Zhijing first said in front of Elder Xia that Uncle Sun was no good, which made him lose face.

He was so stupid again, saying that iron fists were nondescript, and he patted the shoulders and preached like a high-ranking master.

These grandpas have endured it!

But in the end, this "juggling style" completely ignited the anger that Uncle Sun had accumulated in his chest.

After a lifetime of practicing gong, in the end, in the mouth of such a half-assed thing, it became a "juggling style"?
I want you to see what the "juggling style" in your mouth is! ! !
At this moment, Uncle Sun shot out angrily, swung his arms round, and slammed the solid wood table in the conference room with the posture of shaking the ground.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang along with sawdust and smoke.

Since the conference room is a closed space, the force of the shock caused the dust on the roof and the walls to fall down.

As for the conference table that had been punched in the face by Uncle Sun, it was already torn apart at this time.

It's impossible to find a whole plank from the ruins!

"Bah bah bah!"

"Pfft! Old Sun! What are you doing?"

"Open the door! Choked to death..."

"..."

For a while, the smoke and dust dispersed throughout the conference room.

Everyone on the scene was shocked by the shocking scene in front of them, but their reactions were different.

"Ah... ah ah! Ah!"

Zhen Zhijing has been dangling in front of Uncle Sun, so Uncle Sun suddenly attacked, and he felt the greatest impact.

Not only did he sit on the ground, but he also stepped back in fear.

A series of meaningless screams came out of his mouth.

Uncle Sun bent down slightly, and looked at Zhen Zhijing with disdain.

He raised his unharmed fist and gestured and said:
"My punch, 50 years of effort, can you stop it?"

When Gao Shuang heard this, Uncle Sun laughed outright.

This was mentioned when he was joking with Uncle Sun during the filming.

At this time, when Uncle Sun said it, it is quite a bit of domineering momentum of the same style as the emperor of Kung Fu!
"what……"

At this moment, Zhen Zhijing seemed to be pinched by his neck, but he couldn't make a sound after opening his mouth a few times.

Seeing this, Uncle Xia hurriedly came up and made a round: "Old Sun, calm down, my subordinates don't have the eyesight to see, so please bear with me!"

This is a bit of a jerk.

Although it seems to be persuading Uncle Sun not to hurt people, the subtext is that the problem is attributed to Zhen Zhijing.

Zhen Zhijing only regained his senses at this time. He tremblingly supported the messy chair next to him that was hit and barely stood firm.

Not half of his body was curled up behind the chair, shouting, "Gentleman speaks but doesn't move! Moves and doesn't move!!!"

"Bah! Still a gentleman? Just you?"

Uncle Sun said a word of disdain and backed away.

He originally just wanted to show his kung fu foundation, and was not ready to deal with people.

It's just that this grandson thief is really not a big deal, and the slightest sound will break his nerves.

Uncle Sun stood a little further away and asked, "Do you recognize my kung fu?"

Zhen Zhijing quickly ran to the crowd of the investigation team after Uncle Sun left.

Standing behind a group of people only regained a little sense of security.

He pointed at Gao Shuang and said, "Gao Shuang! You actually threatened the members of the investigation team of the Literature and Art Association? If I didn't report it, I wouldn't believe Zhen!"

"If there is a synchronized video, don't talk nonsense."

Gao Shuang pointed to the camera that recorded the whole process next to him, and then pointed to the ten or so people at the scene, and said, "There are so many people at the scene, which one is threatening you?"

"Just... just..."

Zhen Zhijing glanced at Uncle Sun, and then thought about it again, but there was no further text.

When it comes to threats, no one has ever opened their mouths.

Even the lousy old man surnamed Sun didn't say anything to him before and after the shot.

And seriously, this afternoon, he had the most words.

Zhen Zhijing was in a hurry and angry for a while, and he was also ashamed, and his face flushed red.

……

Uncle Xia took out the report in a timely manner, handed it to Zhen Zhijing who was shrunk in the corner, and said, "If there is no problem, Vice President Zhen will sign it."

"Impossible! Since I am a member of the investigation team, I must be responsible for the investigation results!"

The people around seemed to have given Zhen Zhijing the courage to shout again, he clasped his neck and shouted: "To be honest, I admire this old gentleman's ability to practice his boxing to this level by himself, but I still say that. , this kung fu is the evil way of the outside world! I won't sign it!"

Hearing this, Uncle Sun squinted his eyes and asked, "You both recognize Mu Quan and Hao Datong, but you can't come to me?"

Zhen Zhijing said bitterly, "How can you compare with those two?"

"Oh? So you just recognize people or not?"

Grandpa Sun glared at him and said, "Mu Quan and Hao Datong are both well-known figures, so you will recognize them even if they don't punch a punch. I'm a bad old man with no name or surname, so it's a fake to practice a flower. right?"

Zhen Zhijing was a little guilty when he saw Uncle Sun's sharp eyes, he shrank his neck and said, "I admit that you have some strength! But you have no authority in front of me!!!"

Uncle Sun looked at Zhen Zhijing, nodded and said, "What an authority!"

After saying this, he loosened his fists, and twenty or so iron rings fell on the ground.

Everyone looked at Uncle Sun in puzzlement, not knowing which game he was going to play.

However, after seeing Uncle Sun's hands free, he actually raised his hand into his arms and took out a small notebook from the inner pocket of his clothes.

He didn't open it either, just held it up to Zhen Zhijing and asked, "Have you seen this before?"

"Uh……"

Zhen Zhijing stood a little far away, and the smoke and dust in the room hadn't dissipated, so he couldn't really see it for a while.

Uncle Sun threw the small book in his direction: "Look at it clearly and then talk about it."

The people nearby helped catch the lost book and brought it to Zhen Zhijing.

However, the expression of the person who received the book changed slightly, and when he looked at Zhen Zhijing again, he was a little teased.

"..."

Before Zhen Zhijing got the book, his expression began to change.

This little book looks familiar.

He took it and got closer to see clearly.

It's not a coincidence, isn't it?
This little book just happens to have one of his own!
The styles and appearances are the same, but the bronzing characters on the outside are slightly different.

The cover of his own is the Huaxia Film Union.

And the book in front of me is written on the Huaxia Wushu Trade Union!

Zhen Zhijing's bad feeling became stronger and stronger.

He slowly opened the small book.

I saw the one-inch bareheaded photo of the maiden grandpa Sun in front of me.

Position and name are marked below!
Permanent director of Huaxia Wushu Trade Union!

Masayoshi Son!
(End of this chapter)