muscle actor

Chapter 35 Who is right and who is wrong
After getting along during this time, we can see all the actors' intentions for the roles.Si Ruwei danced for just 20 seconds, and practiced for three hours a day for a full month, leaving permanent injuries of soft tissue contusions in the end.

Yang Zhixin, an old drama player, re-learned English in his 60s. The old man held thick lines all day long, and he memorized each word by word. It was hard to watch.

Huangmao is the youngest, has the fewest lines, and can't beat a fart with three sticks.But there are more than a dozen large and small wounds on his body, all of which are left over from action scenes, and the young man never complained.

Of course, I'm not easy. In order to meet the final loss of appearance before my death, I run five kilometers every morning and skip three thousand ropes. I'm getting thinner and thinner. Even Su Yao feels distressed watching it.

In today's bun-eating scene, in order to show that Lu Chuanjun's condition is under control, he can let go of adding some meat and eat fifteen big buns...

I vomited directly!

This kind of thing happens every day, no one complains, only encourage each other, Xu Wenzheng studies the script with everyone, learns about acting skills, good suggestion to accept immediately, Ding Cheng is very moved.

No matter how the box office ended up, just a few days let me feel what dedication is!
In today's scene, Xu Wenzheng sent Ding Cheng home. It was the first time he entered the house, and saw his sleeping son, with a tiger head and a tiger head, and the little guy was still drooling.

"You don't inherit this disease, do you?"

Ding Cheng looked at his son, smiled brightly, and affirmed: "It's not hereditary!"

"I only found out when my mother was five months pregnant with him. My first thought at that time was that I wanted to die, but the moment I saw him being born, I didn't even think about that!"

After finishing speaking, he held Xu Wenzheng's shoulders with his hands, and said gratefully: "Now there are medicines, and you can make money, and your life will start again. If you are lucky, maybe you can see him get married and have a child."

Xu Wenzheng smiled and said, "Just wait to be a grandfather!"

The three of them ate together, drank and chatted, and the hope of living was exciting, as if everything would get better and better...

It's a pity that the plot will not let these poor people go. The police finally raided Xu Wenzheng's den for the first time. Although he escaped by luck, how can he not get his shoes wet when he often stands by the river?
In this scene, everyone is eating together, everyone is happy, those who make money make money, and those who live survive, only Xu Wenzheng remained silent until the end.

He took a sip of wine, put down his glass, lowered his head and said, "It's fate that we know each other, but..."

"There is no permanent seat in the world, and the police are not fools. If you really smuggle, you will go to jail, at least ten years!"

"So..." Taking a deep breath, he finally raised his head and said hesitantly, "From tomorrow onwards, I will not sell this medicine anymore!"

The people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere was instantly cold, Ding Cheng quickly smoothed things over and said, "Brother Yong, did you drink too much again?"

"Yes, did you drink too much?"

"Take a break, Huangmao, go get a glass of water."

Now that the words have been spoken, Xu Wenzheng straight to the point: "I have negotiated with others, this medicine will be [-] yuan per bottle in the future, and I will give you a few at a discounted price. Don't worry about that."

"Do you know that Zhang Chenglin sells fake medicines!" Siru was the first to explode, and said loudly, "There are a few people in the group who took his fake medicines and died, really died!"

Xu Wenzheng didn't dare to look into Siru's eyes, bit his lips, and said in a low voice: "It's not that serious, his medicine is just mixed with some flour, and sold for more money, he won't die from it."

"Are you speaking human language?" Huang Mao stood up abruptly, and cursed: "Selling fake medicines will kill people, you will go to hell!"

"Fart!" Xu Wenzheng couldn't help it either, he threw his wine glass and counterattacked: "Don't you fucking know how many years you'll spend in jail for smuggling?"

"I also have the old and the young, and if they go in, who can take care of them?"

Pointing at the yellow hair, he said disdainfully, "It's up to you?"

Then Siru said: "Is it because you go to the bar to dance with the guests?"

Finally, Ding Cheng sneered, "Can those rotten oranges of yours save people?"

"Remember, I got the medicine from India with all my might, and you all depended on me to survive!"

"I'm not fucking leukemia!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a long silence...

Huang Mao was the first to stand up, filled a glass of beer, raised his glass and said, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the cup on the table, blood flowed immediately, turned and left without saying a word.

Siru picked up the wine glass and said calmly: "Thank you, Brother Yong."

The second left, the third was an old drama player, and only Ding Cheng remained in the end.He leaned in front of Xu Wenzheng, and said with an apologetic smile, "Did you all drink too much?"

"roll!"

He stood up, walked to the door, turned his head again, looked at the silent Xu Wenzheng, slowly put on the mask, his body gradually hunched, leaving only a desolate back.

The fragile team was completely disbanded. There was no such thing as right or wrong. Xu Wenzheng was right. He was not a savior. How many patients could he save by himself?
A year later, Xu Wenzheng has become a small owner of a garment factory and a serious businessman with a net worth of millions by relying on his first pot of gold.

While driving, suddenly a person came to the back, turned around and said in surprise: "Sister and brother, why are you..."

"Brother Yong, I beg you, save Lu Chuanjun!"

The woman fell to her knees, desperately kowtowed on the ground, begging hard.Xu Wenzheng was at a loss, and didn't even dare to help him up, so he could only evade: "Get up quickly, I don't have any medicine right now, I have something else to do."

The moment he turned around, a stern voice came from behind: "He committed suicide last night!"

"What?" Xu Wenzheng's body shook, and he turned his head in disbelief, his face full of shock.The woman hugged his legs and sobbed, "He cut his pulse with a fruit knife while our mother and I were sleeping. Fortunately, he found it early, otherwise..."

(End of this chapter)