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"It's all thanks to my elder brother's excellent upbringing."
"Wow, you're getting better and better at talking."
"correct."
Azu looked at Wang Taiyi:
"Big brother, when will this movie be finished filming?"
"If things go quickly, it shouldn't take more than a month, right? What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
Azu stopped smiling.
“My dad has gone abroad. If the movie is finished soon, I want to go abroad to see him. I also have an award to show him, and I want to share the glory with him.”
Wang Taiyi patted Azu on the shoulder.
"You have to learn to take it slow and steady. If you push things too hard, your dad will fail soon. You have to learn to enjoy the fruits of your labor slowly."
Azu nodded thoughtfully.
Filming has begun.
Ye Weixin took a small megaphone.
"The first action of 'Undisputed Fighter'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the camera showed Ah Zu wearing only prison pants, revealing his muscular physique as he fought alone against a group of prisoners.
This scene is about the male protagonist, Jiang Sen, who has just entered prison. As usual, the other prisoners bully the newcomer. However, Jiang Sen is not afraid at all and beats them up by himself, making them cry for their parents and even soil themselves.
At that time, Hong Kong action films were still stuck in the kind of routine with "whoosh," "ha," and "hey," where I would punch you, I would defend, then I would punch you, you would defend, and so on, until finally I would knock you down with one punch.
This is a common fighting style you often see in elementary school campuses, where two little boys fight using this method. Old Wang used the same method when he was a kid; he even used his mouth to create special effects when he beat up his classmate, Little Fatty, with his "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".
Having seen countless visceral, hand-to-hand combat movies from later generations, Wang Taiyi couldn't help but look down on this kind of fighting. But that's how movies are made now, so it's not that they're bad. In fact, Hong Kong's martial arts films are now leading the world. After all, the fights in Hollywood action movies are just two people punching each other like two idiots.
"Card!"
Seeing the boss frown, the director quickly called for a stop.
"Boss, is there anything you're not satisfied with?"
Mrs. Wang glanced at the letter.
"Shin-zai, I feel that the fight scenes in our movie are not exciting enough. Have you thought about creating a brand new fighting style that is fast, accurate, and ruthless! Every punch feels real and makes people's blood boil."
Xinzai was a quick learner. After Lao Wang's explanation, his eyes brightened, as if he had opened the door to a new world.
"Boss, you're absolutely right, but..."
Wang Taiyi looked at Xinzai, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"But what?"
Xinzai frowned.
"If we were to film this kind of completely new fight scene, none of us would have any experience, and the actors would inevitably get injured. It would also take time to rehearse again."
"I thought you were going to say something," Wang Taiyi said, pointing around.
"Xinzi, where is this? It's a prison."
He then pointed to the prisoners who were playing minor roles.
"Who are they? Sinners! You're afraid they'll get hurt? Are you some kind of saint?"
"Yes, that's right," Xinzai suddenly realized.
Soon, the script was rewritten and the filming was restarted, this time everything was done as if it were real.
"Ouch! My nose!"
"Damn it! I'm bleeding!"
"Bastard! I'm going to cripple you!"
"..."
During the second round of filming, trouble broke out with the prisoners. Ah Zu, being a dutiful son who listened to his elder brother, did what he was told to do. The prisoners, however, were not in a good mood. They had come for the reduced sentence and the Golden Bull, but they actually attacked him. How could they tolerate this?
The prisoners tried to gang up on Ah Zu, but were quickly suppressed by Killer Xiong, who was maintaining order. Killer Xiong was much more ruthless than Ah Zu, and led a group of prison guards to hit the prisoners on the head with batons, quickly knocking them to the ground.
The director and crew were all trembling with fear.
Xinzai stammered:
"Boss... can we still make this movie?"
Wang Taiyi first gave the assassin Xiong a thumbs up, then looked at Xinzai.
"Why can't we take pictures?"
"But this actor..."
"Hey, so that's what you're worried about. There's absolutely no need for that."
Wang Tai waved to the assassin Xiong, and Wang Sheng, who was so polite to even a prison warden, dared not be negligent in the slightest.
"Wang Sheng, what are your orders?"
Wang Taiyi nodded to him.
"Section Chief, could you please find another batch of actors? If the actors aren't good enough, would you have to keep finding new ones? Is that alright?"
"Of course there's no problem. Stanley may not have much else, but it has a lot of people. As long as no one dies, everything will be fine."
Old Wang was very satisfied with the answer, and immediately took out his checkbook and started writing.
"Then I'll trouble you. Consider this money as a treat for the brothers to have afternoon tea. I'll need your continued support during filming."
"Wang Sheng, you're too kind. This is what I should do,"
After several refusals, Killer Xiong accepted the check. He glanced at it and exclaimed, "Damn! 20! That's a steal! I'll give each of my brothers 5, and the rest is all mine. This money was originally given to me by Wang Sheng. I'm going to make a fortune!"
As things gradually improved, the fight scenes in the movie began to achieve the effect that Wang Taiyi wanted. Although they weren't perfect, they were passable. However, new problems arose.
Wang Taiyi pointed to the script and said to Xinzai.
"Xinzi, look here! You promised a beating where poop and pee would fly everywhere, where's the poop? Where's the pee?"
Xinzai was in a difficult position.
"Boss, you're putting me in a difficult position. Where can I find an actor who can take a dump while getting beaten up?"
Wang Taiyi thought for a moment, then turned to his bag-carrying assistant, Ali, and said:
"Go, go to the Golden Night Building and bring the three Ding brothers over!"
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Chapter 211 Big D Comes to the Door
Everything is going smoothly on the film side. The performance of the three crab brothers impressed director Shin-jai. They can pull and pee as they please. No wonder they are actors who can shock Europe and America with their first film. Shin-jai even said that he must work with the three brothers again and tailor a script for them.
Everyone was satisfied, but Fatty Wang Jing was not. At that moment, he was standing next to Wang Taiyi, who was lying on a recliner pretending to be a retired cadre, complaining.
"Boss, this is filming multiple projects at once, this is filming multiple projects at once, I haven't finished filming over there yet."
Wang Taiyi didn't even open his eyes.
"Aren't you known as the 'Little Whirlwind on the Boat'? Why are you filming so slowly this time?"
Wang Jing pushed up his glasses.
"It's director Whirlwind. This time it's different. This is a film I'm aiming for awards, so of course I have to polish it carefully."
Wang Taiyi waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Next time you're making a movie, you can name your budget, okay? Now get out of here, I have to meet with guests later."
Wang Jing's original intention was this, and upon achieving his goal, he gave a sly smile.
"Okay, boss, you're busy."
......
"Brother Donghuang, hello there, it's an honor to meet you."
When Big D arrived on the rooftop, he immediately gave Wang Taiyi a bear hug, showing his incredible enthusiasm. Big D's wife nodded in satisfaction behind him. Before coming, the two of them had spent a long time discussing how to negotiate with Wang Taiyi, and it seemed that Big D had performed quite well.
Old Wang was still completely bewildered. What kind of person was this guy? He dodged Big D's hug, came to Big D's wife, picked her up, and spun her around.
"Hello."
After putting down Sister-in-law D, Old Wang looked at D and said:
"Sorry, I have a condition called 'male intolerance to intimate contact.' Please understand, have a seat!"
What can Big D say? They're not even in the same league, so what can he do but sit down?
The woman behind him, Sister-in-law D, was stunned for two seconds before sitting down. She had felt something pressing against her stomach just now; it must have been a hallucination.
Wang Taiyi plopped down opposite them and carefully examined Big D.