Chapter 747: Idle and Unoccupied

Because Bai Lang demonstrated his martial arts foundation, some production crews actually showed a bit of interest in him—this guy has some fame, at least he's still fairly popular online during this period, which is enough. He's tall and big-built; as the lead of a wuxia or time-travel drama it's out of the question, but as a specialty type or supporting role it's no problem. Movies won't use him, but there are several web films, and several TV drama crews as well. qqxsnew

Bai Lang casually picked a time-travel drama—because they paid the most, he would play a certain general in it, a villainous character but not opposing the Great Liang. Bai Lang is a newcomer with hardly any acting experience, but the director doesn't care—he's originally known for being good at exploiting traffic for hype, so whether Bai Lang can act or not is completely irrelevant.

Bai Lang took out several tens of thousands of yuan and gave it directly to Wei Yang, which counted as operating expenses; he himself took the high-speed rail with his agent to the film and television city. This was Bai Lang's first time properly joining a production crew—extras could only be called tools—and the director, a fat guy, sized him up from head to toe, also grinning ear to ear, apparently thinking he'd struck gold. "I heard this fat guy is a calcium guy?" Bai Lang quietly asked Wei Yang, who responded with an expression that said, "Buddha forbids speaking of it."

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

Fortunately there aren't many lines, and the acting difficulty is low—just need to play an ugly‑looking villain, superficial to the point of being merely a stock character; the director probably put some thought into it and gave Bai Lang this role. As for fighting the main leads? Those pretty‑boy traffic‑drivers can pull off moves? It's just a matter of shooting a few front close‑up dance shots, after which everything relies on doubles and wires? All Bai Lang has to do is run the routine with the double.

The fight choreography is also terribly bad; I guess this guy might have been a choreographer before—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 it?"

The director looked and jumped in shock; this fat guy also ran over to touch the broken stick, "Really or not?" Bai Lang laughed, "What real or fake?" While speaking, he casually shaved the broken stick into shavings—just like a big cat sharpening its claws. Everyone present stared, "Just tiger‑claw skill, is that really remarkable?" Bai Lang's words made people break out in a cold sweat; the wood in his hands was like foam plastic.

The director doesn't have time to change the style—if he changed it, everything would have to be redone, driving up the cost. 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 killed by him himself. The style must continue, but there's no harm in letting this supporting role show a bit more color—it's like selling strength pills on the road, flashing a different "highlight"! As for whether it won't match the overall style—does that matter?

So the fat director had the martial arts instructor quickly go guide others, while he himself gave Bai Lang direction: "This? Can it destroy?" This guy led Bai Lang around the set, finger pointing, asking if Bai Lang could produce a truly terrifying destructive effect. As for doing the routine with the double? That was completely unimportant—Bai Lang's on‑screen appearance was completely restyled, because Bai Lang had assured him he definitely wouldn't hurt anyone.

Bai Lang can also fight very flashily—ultimately, whether the fighting looks good depends on one's control of one's own body; if a guy lacks that control, no matter how beautifully his routine is designed, it's useless. The current screen time is the main character's; the male lead is a Hong Kong celebrity, and his opposite is a traffic‑driven petite flower—Hong Kong's female stars have recently been out of stock, there's a gap between the old and the new, and young people can't shoulder the responsibility.

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

Soon it was Bai Lang's turn to shoot; first came changing clothes—being a general, he's definitely clad head to toe in armor, and this armor is all made of plastic and paper. Once Bai Lang had it on, a fierce aura burst forth—he's basically a peerless fierce general capable of breaking ten thousand armies; even though he now restrains his qi, he still carries an air of dignity. He moves like a dragon and strides like a tiger; the moment 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 a point‑of‑view shot, 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 immediately overwhelms the whole set with presence, his impact far surpassing that of the lead sharing the same shot. In this scene, the lead flops, Bai Lang didn't try to steal the scene—his performance just needs to be like a utility pole, simply standing there.

But 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 up from being extra, having people run background roles for more than 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, nothing happened, he casually used some martial arts divine ability. "There's actually something like this?" Bai Lang, having nothing to do at night, simply performed Lightness Skill and flew out, resting his feet on an upstairs balcony in a nearby city when he heard this strange matter. A son in his thirties actually drove his old 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 actually see one today—being driven out was bad enough, yet he even hit people. "This is basically a beast." As Bai Lang waited for the son to kick the old woman away, he silently and soundlessly 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, and the back door slammed shut with a bang.

"What a fine beast; today the old master is in a good mood, so I'll kill you for fun." Bai Lang gave a vicious grin. "What damned thing, actually a petty thief has dared to steal onto your grandfather's head, and you don't even bother to check who it is!" This man was probably a local ruffian, also shouting abuse. The next second he was spewing blood from his mouth, his teeth knocked five or six pieces away by Bai Lang's casually flicked qi blast......