Chapter 746: Smashing the Pot

Due to Bai Lang showing his martial arts skill, some production crews are indeed interested—he has a bit of fame, at least he's still fairly popular online these days, which is enough. Tall and strongly built, he can't hope to be the lead in a wuxia or time-travel drama, but as a character actor or supporting role it's fine. Movies won't cast him, but web films have several, and TV drama crews also have a few.

Bai Lang casually chose a time-travel drama—because they pay the most, he'll play a certain general, a villain but not one opposing the Great Liang. Bai Lang is a newcomer with little acting experience, but the director doesn't mind; he's famous for using traffic to hype things, so whether Bai Lang can act is irrelevant.

Bai Lang pulled out several ten thousand and gave it straight to Wei Yang, counting it as operating expenses; he himself took the high-speed rail with his agent to the film city. This was Bai Lang's first time properly joining a production crew—extras are just tools, the director is a fat guy who sized Bai Lang up and down, grinning ear to ear, apparently thinking he'd struck gold. "I heard this fat guy is a calcium guy?" Bai Lang whispered to Wei Yang, who responded with a "Buddha says it cannot be said" expression.

In this circle everyone tacitly knows what certain people are, but Bai Lang, being a newcomer, really isn't clear—what about martial arts divine ability opening his heart's sense? Bai Lang doesn't want to pollute his own ears. Bai Lang also got his script; memorizing lines is easy for him, his martial arts cultivation has reached the level of an earthly immortal—this memory isn't something you can just glance and remember effortlessly. As for line‑delivery skill? What is that?

Fortunately there aren't many lines, and the acting difficulty is low—just need to play an ugly‑looking villain, shallow as can be, basically just a mask character; the director probably put some thought into it and gave Bai Lang this role. As for fighting the leads? Those pretty‑boy traffic‑stars can't do choreography? It's just a few front close‑up dance shots, then rely on stunt doubles and wires. All Bai Lang needs to do is match the stunt double's moves.

The fight choreography is also terribly bad—likely this guy was previously a choreographer; Bai Lang watched him gesture a few times and laughed. "Dance?" Bai Lang said, then he punched and broke a nearby wooden stick as thick as a bowl rim, "Want to choreograph that?"

The director looked and jumped in shock; the fat guy also ran over to touch the broken stick, "Really or fake?" Bai Lang laughed, "What real or fake?" While speaking, he casually shaved the broken stick into shavings—like a big cat sharpening its claws. Everyone stared, "Just tiger‑claw skill, is that so remarkable?" Bai Lang's words made people break out in a cold sweat; the wood in his hand was like foam plastic.

The director can't change the style now—doing so would require redoing everything, driving up costs. This fat guy shoots films to make money, not to pursue art. So the originally envisioned fierce, hard‑hitting martial arts display in his mind was instantly nixed by him. The style must continue, but we can let this supporting role add a bit of color—like selling strength pills on the road, showing a different "highlight"! As for whether it'll clash with the overall style? Does that matter?

Therefore the fat‑guy director had the martial arts instructor quickly guide others, while he himself told Bai Lang about the scene, "Can this be destroyed?" He led Bai Lang around the set, finger pointing, asking if Bai Lang could produce a truly terrifying destructive effect. As for matching the stunt double's moves? That's completely unimportant now—Bai Lang's on‑screen appearance has been restyled, because Bai Lang promised he definitely wouldn't hurt anyone.

Bai Lang can also fight very flashily—ultimately, whether it looks good depends on his bodily control; if his control is poor, no matter how nicely designed the forms are, they're useless. The current scenes are the lead's scenes, where the male lead is a star from Hong Kong, paired with a traffic‑starlet—Hong Kong's female stars have recently been on hiatus, leaving a gap that young people can't fill.

The main supporting role is a traffic star, who is indeed far less professional than the lead—he can't even memorize his lines. Fortunately the director has some clout in the industry, so they don't dare completely slack off. As for the lead, Bai Lang sees him as quite diligent; he doesn't get angry at that bunch, as long as he's paid he does enough, and he can't control others.

Soon it was Bai Lang's turn to shoot—first, changing clothes. As a general he must be fully armored, and this armor is all made of plastic and paper. Once Bai Lang dressed, a fierce aura burst forth—he is a peerless fierce general capable of breaking thousands of troops; even though he now restrains his breath, he still carries an air of dignity. He strides like a dragon and tiger, and when he appears on camera—Bai Lang had read web novels long ago and learned quite a bit of acting "knowledge."

At least he knows that when filming you shouldn't look at the camera—unless it's a frontal close‑up using eye‑level view, you must act as if the camera and crew don't exist, only the fellow actors you're performing with. Bai Lang can control all this, so the moment he appears he overwhelms the whole set, his presence far surpassing that of the lead sharing the frame. In this scene the lead is ruined; Bai Lang didn't try to steal the scene, his performance just needs to be as striking as a utility pole.

Yet people like him are just like that—even if he stands there like a utility pole, he can still steal the scene.

Fortunately it's just a TV drama, and he's already been paid, so this Hong Kong TV drama star isn't angry—he too came from being a background extra, having people run errands for him for over five or six years.

Bai Lang didn't have many scenes today, so after wrapping he went to the hotel. "Eh? What's going on?" Anyway, it's fine—he casually used some martial arts divine ability. "Really? There's still this kind of thing?" Bai Lang, having nothing to do at night, simply deployed his Lightness Skill and flew out, resting his feet on an upstairs balcony in a nearby town when he heard this strange matter. A son in his thirties actually drove his mother out, demanding she earn money to give him all five poisons.

Bai Lang knows such people exist in the world, but he didn't expect to see one in person today—just kicking her out would be bad enough, yet he even hit her. "This is basically a beast." Bai Lang waited as the son kicked the mother away, then silently entered the room and sat down. The man cursed and turned around, only to see Bai Lang, a fine big man, sitting on the sofa, while the back door slammed shut with a bang.

"What a beast, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll kill you for fun." Bai Lang gave a feral grin. "What a dog‑thing, how did a petty thief steal onto your grandfather's head, and you don't even bother to check who it is!" This man is probably just a ruffian, also shouting abuse. The next second he was spewing blood from his mouth, his teeth knocked out five or six by Bai Lang's casual flick of qi.