The actor sells powerful pills

The fat guide ran over, angrily pointing at the poor old man's nose.

"Can you stop making trouble? We are filming, how much can you pay for a minute of delay? Go away, or I will call the police!"

When the money was mentioned, the old man and the apprentice hesitated. They had no money, and it was really impossible to lose money.

"Go and go, stay on the sidelines, don't talk, don't run in, the actors take their places, let's do it again."

Qingyu pouted, and pulled Master to stand on the edge.Well, wait until they finish filming before going to sell the King Kong Pills.

All right, clear the field.Filming continues.

Hit the board and start.

The Taoist priest with white eyebrows should step on the snow and fly up to the sky without a trace, then swing his sword down, the tip of the sword pierces the banshee's sky cap, the banshee died in the snow, struggling to say to the Taoist priest before dying, I love you ah.Poignant and sad, perfect.

The actor must have been dumbfounded, and Wia was hanging up, his head was facing down, and he was posing with a sword, but he yelled "I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy!"

The director had no choice but to do it again.

Swinging the sword down, the long sword in his hand was thrown aside by him and stuck on the ground.

Next, Master Wia let go of the Wia a little too fast, and the white-browed Taoist poked his head into the snow with long eyes.A header.

Terrible filming.

The banshee smiled coquettishly.

"Taoist priests are so virtuous!"

The poor old Taoist frowned, and flicked the whisk in his hand, a gust of cold wind blew, and the banshee took a few steps back.Look at the poor old man falling on a dead tree.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Before he finished speaking, his left hand formed a palm, and flew towards the banshee at a speed that was difficult for a camera to capture.

"Master, keep someone under your command!"

Hearing this sound, the poor old man closed his left palm and barely stopped in front of the banshee's chest.

The posture is beautiful, the bow of the front legs is stretched back, and the posture of an immortal pointing the way, put on the Taoist robe of acting, this is even more brilliant than the actor's acting.

The banshee was probably scared, why did the actors suddenly change?Looking down, the old man's hand was pressed against her towering chest.Scream to the sky.Crackling and calling towards the old Taoist.

"Ah, playing hooligans!"

ah?No, no, I'm not playing hooligans, but I can't see it and give me a hand, and I can't insult people in the Taoist school.

"This scene can't be filmed!"

The fat director roared angrily, and set fire to the actors and crew.

"No quality, showy, where can I find a bad actor. The staff are not doing anything, just let people in to disrupt the scene, and the boss doesn't give money to shoot TV dramas, quit! Stop filming, stop filming!"

The director's anger frightened everyone, and they didn't dare to make jokes anymore.

"I don't think there is any need to take pictures. This is a waste of my money!"

Just when everyone was silent and only the northwest wind was blowing, such a sentence came out.

Everyone glanced over, there were five people in a group, the leader was a tall man wearing a black mink coat and a white scarf.

The northwest wind was blowing, and the snow was completely white. This man seemed to be Xu Wenqiang who came across from Shanghai Beach, but he didn't have a mustache.To that station, the wind blows the white scarf, the mink fur, and the taste of the old hat in the coolness.

The people behind them also had a fierce look on their faces, it seemed that their legs were weak.

After stamping out the cigarette, the wind blew up his clothes, and he walked up to the director.

"Ah, Boss Zhan! You're really here. I'm sorry to let you see this farce. It's actually a wild drug seller who came to disrupt the situation. Our filming is very good. Then what, assistant director, hurry up and come to Boss Zhan A chair with an umbrella to keep out the snowflakes."

The fat guide secretly scolded the bad food in his heart, so he hurriedly nodded and bowed to meet him.

Boss Zhan Zhan Jun raised his hand and interrupted Fat Director.He kept looking at the poor old man.

"I've been here for a long time, and I can see clearly that professional actors are not as good as two wild medicine sellers."

With a broken crew, bad actors, and bad directors, none of them are qualified, and the investment is all a waste of money.Frowning, there is no smile at all, but the fat director is still full of smiles.

"No, Boss Zhan, you see we are still filming these three or nine days, very dedicated."

"Fart your mother. Don't fucking treat me as a fool, get out of here!"

Zhan Jun pushed the fat director away, and walked up to the actor rubbing his buttocks to have a look.He hummed softly.

"Fired him from me."

"Then there won't be a leading actor in this drama. It's been [-] episodes, so what if we change these dramas?"

"There's no such thing as a fart in a martial arts scene, it's not as good as him."

Pointed at the poor old man.

"Let's sign him, I think he is quite suitable."

"But he is not from a major, so he has no sense of drama."

"Anyone who is born will be able to learn. If you don't, you can learn it. What do you want your director to do? Look at his last trick, isn't it very good. Just him, sign it and finish this play, otherwise I will get a point for this play." Money is not invested."

The fat guide was about to cry, scolding Zhan Jun a thousand times in his heart, a typical layman doesn't understand anything, can the ones from the majors be the same as the ones picked up on the street?

But the boss ordered.He turned to look at the poor old man selling wild medicine.

"This gentleman, you,,,"

"I am a member of the Taoist sect, and I don't ask about common things."

The poor old man rejected it with just one word, and he raised his chin so aloofly.

Zhan Jun's eyes were glued to Poor Old Daoist's body, from face to chest, from chest to waist, from waist to legs, he smiled inexplicably.

The poor old man frowned and glanced at him with some distaste, and then he couldn't take his eyes off him. He looked him over from head to toe, and there was something wrong with his eyes.He walked quickly to Zhan Jun, pulled his wrist, touched it, and showed a strange expression.

As soon as Zhan Jun raised his eyebrows, he took off his leather gloves and touched the back of the poor old man's hand.

"It's very witty. I like this temper."

The poor old man pursed his lips and slapped Zhan Jun's backhand, and Zhan Jun grinned.

"Fuck!"

He stared at the old Taoist and wanted to scold him.

The old man hummed lightly at him.

Zhan Jun stretched his neck, didn't curse out, just lowered his head and blew on the swollen back of his hand, what the fuck, is the back of his hand swollen?Really swollen!

What is the origin of this old way.

Qingyu saw that something was wrong, and pulled his master aside.

"what's wrong?"

"This man is very strange."

Qingyu scratched at her hair, feeling bitter and bitter.

"Master, we only have one yuan left, and the Dali Vajra Pills can't be sold. We need to take a car. I'm too lazy to beg for food, and my shoes are broken. How about we sign a contract? Earn a few thousand yuan before continuing on the road? "

"Don't go on, he should be the person we are looking for."

The poor old man pointed at the Zhanjun.

"It's him? Then what to do, Master."

Qingyu looked over, Zhan Jun also looked at the back of his hand, it was almost swollen to a bun now.This veteran is too powerful.

Um, his master is saving his strength, otherwise his hand bones will be broken.

"Stay with him and watch closely. Not walking."

"Master, we still need money on the mountain, and we need money even more here. Let's sign a contract to raise the price. How about some benefits?"

"There must be a place to live. It's better to live close to him."

"I understand, I understand, look at me."

Qingyu patted her chest and walked in front of Zhan Jun.A face of shrewd calculations.

"My master said that if you want to sign a contract, you can, but there are conditions."

"Tell me, what are the conditions."

"I want to give us a place to live. It's closer to you."

As soon as Zhan Jun heard this condition, he was happy. Isn't it time to swell his hand if he touches it?

"Success. That's easy to say."

"Give us money, at least,,,"

Qingyu thought and stretched out a finger again and again.At least ten thousand.

"100 million? Yes, as long as he makes two movies within a year, 200 million is fine."

Hearing this, I coughed out, my eyes widened, in disbelief.

"Master, our Tongbai Palace can be rebuilt!"

The poor old man's eyes lit up when he heard it!

"Sign! Sign now!"

---------------- Please collect it, this is the first time I try this kind of product.So nervous.