villain king

Chapter 467 Baoyou, this is not fun

I don't know what time it is, but the weather forecast becomes very accurate.

Not to mention before and after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the accuracy of the weather forecast at the turn of the century once made Ji Yun think that a group of experts sat in the office and slapped each other’s foreheads, and then voted with a show of hands to predict whether it will rain or snow tomorrow .

At that time, there was a saying in their alley: This person spoke like a weather forecast, that is to say, this person didn't slip out of his mouth.

But in just a few years, the success rate of weather forecast has reached more than 80.00%.

One can imagine how much manpower and material resources the country has invested in improving people's livelihood.

Why don't these filmmakers use it?
Looking at this group of self-pitying staff, Ji Yun felt a little angry.

It rained at the opening ceremony of the Great Magic City yesterday, but it didn’t rain at the opening ceremony of Wushuang today, so according to big data calculations, Wushuang’s box office can’t keep up with that of the Great Magic City.

When they worshiped God together, they didn't chat with Guan Erye, but added the link of praying for rain.

Then how nice of you to be a dragon king!

After decades of feudal superstition, this group of people is still poisoned by superstition, Ji Yun feels helpless for a while.

No wonder the mainland always says that Xiangjiang's team is a mess, and they start to apply idealism when they encounter something.

Ji Yun feels that he has entered Wushuang's character set now, on the surface he is doing as the Romans do, but in his heart he is secretly slandering him.

The altar has collapsed, that's right, the altar containing Guan Erye has collapsed.

I don't know if the table legs were eaten by moths or the props group didn't pay attention, anyway, they were broken into two halves.

The fruits on the altar were scattered all over the ground, and even the pig's head was lying on the ground, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be examining everyone present.

"Don't be surprised, don't be surprised."

"It's over, the altar has collapsed."

All of a sudden, all kinds of negative news poured into Ji Yun's ears, as if it wasn't just Guan Erye's statue that fell down, but also the gods and Buddhas in their hearts.

Ji Yun was silent, walked around the group of staff who were still prostrating and walked to the altar.

Guan Erye is worthy of being a military commander, and after "falling from the horse", he still doesn't touch the dust, even the Guan knife has flown a long way.

A staff member held the knife tremblingly, trying to glue it back together.

"It's not really a sign, is it?"

Boss Wan is a woman, so she naturally has more emotional aspects. When encountering such a thing, she can't help but think in the direction of those strange powers and gods.

"This movie can't be filmed!"

I don't know who mentioned it, and the negative and sabotage mood of everyone in the audience immediately surged up.

Yunji's response was mediocre, and the entire crew showed a pessimistic attitude.

The sound of shutters kept ringing all around, and the media were all smiles, and they all recorded this scene in their cameras, for fear of being left behind by their peers.

"Hey! Editor-in-Chief, big news, the Wushuang crew's offering has fallen!"

"Front page headlines."

Ji Yun walked up to the altar, rubbing the broken marks on the table legs.

It's very clean, it doesn't look like it was eaten by moths, but it looks like it was cut by a saw.

Ji Yun spat inwardly, probably because of those people's good deeds again.

The opening ceremonies of the two films are already a big hit. If one party's opening ceremony is rained heavily and the water makes money, while the other party's altar is overturned, wouldn't that be a bigger headline?
At least in Xiangjiang, this matter will be known throughout the city.

You can't be angry, Rao Ji Yun is about to explode now, but he still hides his anger and smiles.

Pulling Boss Wan and whispering something to her, Ji Yun raised his hands high and shouted to the surroundings, "Everyone, don't panic, this is a good thing."

For a moment, all eyes were on Ji Yun.

Wang Jing walked over with a sullen face, "You are not from Xiangjiang, and you don't know the meaning of the machine worship ceremony, so it's best to keep your words down. Let's settle it afterwards."

"It's a fart to solve it afterwards."

Ji Yun ignored his dissuasion, "Second Master Guan threw away the knife, which is a good thing. The original intention of our machine worship ceremony was to prevent scribing. Now that the sharp weapon has been thrown away, the shooting must be smooth sailing."

Everyone saw that the knife had indeed flown far away.

"But his hand fell off, too."

Ji Yun rolled his eyes at that talkative person, and you are the only one with sharp eyes.

"This shows that Guan Erye asked us to give it a go."

As he said that, he knelt down and pointed to the red candle lamp on the ground, "Have you seen this lamp? The lamp is with Erye Guan, and Erye Guan is shining under the light. This is a care."

It does make a lot of sense.

This group of people were deeply poisoned, so they naturally brought in another perspective of Ji Yun.

Guan Erye threw away the knife, doesn't that mean the film won't be scribed?

Someone at the side immediately responded, "Sui Sui is safe, good luck."

When one person spoke, everyone's emotions were also mobilized, "Oh oh oh, so that's what it means."

"It's not surprising."

Wang Jing was dumbfounded, he knew that Ji Yun was talking nonsense, but he didn't realize that everyone seemed to have been understood.

"You understand so well"

"Originally, there is no one to talk about superstition, so let's interpret it whatever we want."

Wang Jing opened his mouth wide, "Do you still understand metaphysics?"

Ji Yun chuckled, "I understand a little bit."

Immediately, the media gathered around like a vicious dog seeing a bone, "Ji Yun, what do you think about the collapse of the altar?"

"This is the blessing of Guan Erye. In ancient times, there was a saying that swords and soldiers were stored in the treasury. In modern times, it is safe from indiscriminate disasters."

"There is an unborn fortune teller downstairs in our company, and I have discussed it with him in my spare time."

Everyone didn't fully believe his nonsense.

But looking at the people on the set who seemed to be deeply convinced, is it really like what Ji Yun said?

Nonsense, they paid the money, of course they have to act well.

What hurt the film's box office was their dividends. Ji Yun gave them red envelopes first, and naturally turned around one by one.

After dealing with the media people, Ji Yun wiped the sweat off his brow, returned to the staff and continued to do psychological counseling.

"Mr. Ji, do you really know metaphysics?"

This lie has been uttered, and it will naturally be made up with tens of thousands of sentences. At least until the filming is completed, Ji Yun's identity as a master of metaphysics cannot be taken off.

"I'm an actor, so I naturally know the importance of luck, and I usually dabble a lot."

A photographer immediately raised his hand, "Then the jade on my chest was broken two days ago, do you know what happened? I have been wearing that jade for decades, and it suddenly shattered two days ago."

Ji Yun nodded in secret, he really wants to grow a beard now, it will make him look more fairy-like and close to the human design, "Jade can prevent disasters, it should help you prevent the bloody disasters that you would have encountered, You’re sure to have a smooth road ahead.”

"Oh!" The staff suddenly realized.

Ji Yun showed a childish smile, "I think this is the filming of this film, and you will definitely become famous in the industry after filming."

The man's eyes lit up immediately, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. My film is going to work hard, so I can't treat my jade badly. "Should I store the broken jade again and wear it?"

Ji Yun quickly grinned, his beard on his lips was in a trance, like a catfish.

"Baoyou, it's not fun to wear."

(End of this chapter)