From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 6 It's not a trivial matter to hang Wia

In the Walled City of Kowloon, unfinished buildings are next to each other. What you see when you look up is not the sky but the clothes drying machines in disorder. Sometimes the dirty water splashed from the upstairs falls in the corridor downstairs, attracting people to play with the glass. The marble children cursed at each other.In a lobby with the door open, several people with unusual backgrounds gathered together, and the leader was the Chinese Chief Inspector Lei Luo.

After a meeting, everyone broke up unhappy. The main contradiction was that Lei Luo advocated doing business in an orderly manner. Many bigwigs in the old era were used to doing business that was out of the way before. Dare to say, he secretly made some small moves, which made Lei Luo furious.

"What's the matter, Brother Luo, today is not like your usual style." Lard boy took the cigarette from Lei Luo.

"How did Henry deal with the incident when he came to the set?"

"British, it's easy to get rid of if you take the money."

"I'm thinking about one thing. If just investing in a movie is too risky, now movie makers only want to make money. I give people 300 million, and they only use 30 to make movies." Lei Luo said with a smile.

Lardboy smiled knowingly and didn't talk too much.

"How about we train our own actors and set up a film company?"

"Great idea, Brother Luo, but we don't have the resources."

"If you don't have one, help one out. Look at how many big brothers I have helped over the years." Lei Luo said pointedly.

"Okay, I'll help you find it." Lard Boy actually has a suitable candidate in his mind, but he still needs some research.

On the side of the Wuxing compound, Wu Changyun woke up and saw the dazzling light coming in from the window. Fushun's round face beside him was covered with haha, and the sound of "rumbling" snoring resounded in Wu Changyun's ears.

If it weren't for Fushun's snoring sound, I could still sleep for another two or three hours.

"Hey, wake up." Wu Changyun patted Fushun's round face.

"Don't make trouble!" Fu Shun said angrily, pulling his hands indiscriminately.

"Okay, since you don't get up, I'll go to the set by myself."

"What set?"

Fu Shun sat up with a bang, wiped the puff on his face and said, "Come on, I'll go take a look with you."

After all, the whole person stood neatly on the ground, looked at the clothes on his body, and urged: "Let's go, Brother Yun, what are you dawdling about?"

"My good fellow, what a master who can't afford to be early."

Wu Changyun picked up his coat on his shoulders when he heard the words, and the two quietly slipped out of the compound again.

"You said we slipped like this again, will the master be angry if he finds out?" Fushun started to mutter on the road.

"Do you think the master doesn't know? The old family just doesn't tell the truth." Wu Changyun also imitated his profound appearance and began to sell the lawsuit. He felt that the master's attitude should also change. The essence of the older generation should not be forgotten. But new things are the mainstream in the future.

"Is it possible? Why do I feel that the master doesn't know."

Wu Changyun brought Fushun to the shooting scene. The staff on the periphery stopped them. Wu Changyun explained that they were both extras and gave A Liang's name before letting them in. Today's shooting scene does not look like yesterday. Wu Changyun had already anticipated the big battle, and it definitely didn't happen every day.

Wu Changyun avoided the staff and looked around. He noticed that there were some martial arts characters in white clothes and black pants, but they all looked sad.

At yesterday's teahouse, the two found A Liang on the first floor. A Liang was busy communicating with the staff, as if there was something important.

"Brother Liang, I wonder if you have any work today?" Wu Changyun waited until A Liang turned around naturally before speaking.

"Who am I? Why did you come to Wu Changyun?" Ah Liang's eyes lit up when he saw Wu Changyun. Yesterday Wu Changyun's amazing performance also earned Ah Liang enough face. It spread throughout the crew.

"Ah Liang, this is my senior brother. I'm here today to ask for food."

"You're welcome, alas." A Liang sighed, patted Wu Changyun on the shoulder and said, "It's not that I didn't help, it's really that everyone was in trouble today. The team put on a piece of equipment and the martial arts people were messing with it. Not coming."

"Oh? What kind of equipment? So amazing?" Wu Changyun pretended to be very interested. In fact, he has never seen the equipment. Even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running.

"Oh, don't mention it, so you go over there and wait for a while, and I will call you later."

"Okay, Brother Liang." Wu Changyun agreed, and led Fushun to the candidates.

"Brother Yun, I think you have a good relationship with people. You've become famous just one day after you arrived. You've hidden it so well. Tell me the truth. Did your brain get struck by lightning and you suddenly became enlightened?" Fushun was nervous. Said nervously.

"You were struck by lightning, I rely on my strength."

"Yo Yo Yo, it depends on strength, how much worse are our senior brothers than anyone else."

"Well, it's okay, you can do it too." Wu Changyun saw that this was Fushun's first time on the set and he was a little nervous.

When the time came, it was Ah Liang who stood in the crowd with a loudspeaker and shouted: "We will be hoisting wires later, if you have a fear of heights and heart disease, you can get a box lunch for free. You don't have a fear of heights and you are balanced." The sex is better, stand forward."

"Damn, what did I think it was? It turned out to be a wire-wire attack." Wu Changyun was curious for a moment, but he just completed some high-altitude movements in a wire-wire suit. These are commonplace for Wu Changyun.

"What is Diao Weiya?" Fu Shun looked at Wu Changyun adoringly and asked.

"Have you ever seen a tightrope walker in a circus?"

"Are you playing so hard? Can you do it?" Fu Shun asked with a guilty conscience.

"Don't worry, tie it around your waist, okay?"

"Okay." When Fu Shun heard this, tightrope walking was not very good, and it was not enough to sprinkle water on the waist.

Counting Wu Changyun and Fushun, there were about seven or eight people who stood up. They stood in a row and walked upstairs. When they came to the roof, they saw more staff were here. The steel cable connected from the roof of the teahouse to the opposite office building. There is a distance of seven or eight meters between the two buildings, and the top floors are five stories high.

When we first stood in line, there was a martial artist who took advantage of his large number of people to get to the front and pushed Wu Changyun to No. 3.

Wu Changyun's description of this wire suit is simple. In layman's terms, the actual wire suit worn by people is just a pair of trousers with two shoulder straps, and two special steel cables connected to the actor's waist. This is not easy. Wearing the gang ensures that the actors have enough space to move.The people in front were already very uncomfortable just wearing that Wia suit. They were hanging in the air in this state. In addition, the operations in the past were not calculated by relying on the movements of actors in the past. In the past, they were manually calculated. Operating the rope further tests the actor's adaptability.

The man who had just been freed from Wia immediately vomited and walked dejectedly to his martial arts brother.

Just being robbed of the position made Wu Changyun very upset. As the saying goes, those who are capable work harder. Who in this show is more familiar with Diao Weiya than Wu Changyun, and it is shameful to rely on the number of people to grab the position.

"See, a group of people scrambled for it just now, and almost pushed me into the air. Now I have experienced it myself, and even vomited."

"Brother Yun, I have gained a lot of experience by coming to the set. It turns out that this embarrassment is also being snatched by someone. It's too exciting."

The two scolded the person just now like singing a double reed. The martial arts that the person was in was crowded with people. Judging from the posture, there was a feeling that there was a fight.

"Oh, I still want to hit someone. It's so scary." Wu Changyun held his head and laughed.

"What? You can go ahead, don't pee your pants later."

"I peed my pants? Fushun, wait a minute. Let me give you a sample first. Let's talk about it first, brother, so that others can learn a lot." Wu Changyun waved his hand and hugged the man in front of him behind him, and put on the Wia suit. .This wire suit is heavier than expected, but it is like riding a bicycle. As long as you are not nervous, recall the past state and feeling, wait for the person pulling the cable to guide you, and then use force to make movements according to the direction of movement.

There weren't any difficult moves originally, just some simple jumping and slashing.

"Brother, I'll do a somersault for you." After Wu Changyun figured out the height of the rope, he flipped around in the air with his strength and beautifully, and landed firmly with both feet.

"Has he studied it before?" Not only A Liang, but even the director was a little surprised. Is this a martial arts background?Didn't he come out of some big crew?
"How? Is it okay?" Wu Changyun asked the staff beside him after untying the wire.

Not only the desperate performance before, but this time Diaoweiya is a real technical job. This is not a problem, it really shocked the people present, and they all applauded Wu Changyun.

After a while, the martial artists who had just grabbed Wu Changyun's position were basically eliminated, and Fushun performed well after Wu Changyun's guidance.

It’s still the same old rules, but this time it’s not Liu Guangyao, the martial arts instructor from last time.

"Charter?" Wu Changyun whispered in surprise.

I saw the person with sword eyebrows and high nose bridge, with a slightly thin body. Through the clothes, I couldn't tell that this person's figure could act as a stand-in for Bruce Lee. It was Yuan Hua, one of the Seven Little Fortunes.

(End of this chapter)