Chapter 136: Cheng Yaojin Who Ran Away

A few short minutes.

Li Luo inquired and understood what had happened.

During this period, the movie *Kung Fu* started filming.

Actually, Fatty Cong had been running between two places before, switching back and forth between the *Legend of the Sui and Tang Heroes* set and the *Kung Fu* set. He probably couldn't handle it while switching, so he made the move to run away.

To talk about this matter,

it was really not authentic.

Cheng Yaojin's scenes were quite heavy, second only to his own Qin Shubao.

Now that they had filmed for two months, if they had to change roles temporarily, what a huge loss it would be. Most importantly, that guy ran away secretly; no wonder Li Sipin was so angry. Anyone would be furious.

It was also under the producer's notification that the production team's high-level held an emergency meeting.

Taking a puff of the cigar,

Li Luo tapped his knees lightly.

Listening to the content of Li Sipin's phone call just now, if the matter wasn't handled well, Fatty Cong would probably be in big trouble.

Tianji, not a frog.

That was the master of the Axe Gang in *Kung Fu*, the Third Senior Brother with the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt in *Shaolin Soccer*, and also one of the people in charge of the Xinghui company. Fatty Cong was an artist under the Xinghui company.

As for the "Shui Fang Hei Zai Qiang" heard at the end.

Who Hei Zai Qiang was, was unknown, but "Shui Fang" definitely didn't refer to a hot water room, but a Hong Kong gang originating from a soda factory.

If it really escalated to that point, getting Fatty Cong hacked would be the least of his worries.

Speaking of *Kung Fu*,

there was another matter.

A while ago, Huang Shengyi signed up for the female lead audition, and she was successfully selected to play the role of the mute girl. After things were almost done, she called to report the good news. The excitement at that time was something else!

Li Luo first expressed congratulations, then reminded her tactfully.

*King of Comedy* was indeed strong, but the other's output had decreased sharply in recent years, and signing with Xinghui wasn't necessarily a good thing.

But Huang Shengyi couldn't listen to these words at all.

The temptation of a "Star Girl."

Wasn't something ordinary people could refuse.

Bluntly speaking, it represented becoming a hit overnight!

Seeing this situation,

Li Luo didn't try to persuade her again.

If he tried to dissuade her forcefully, it would only make Huang Shengyi feel like he was hindering her future.

It could be foreseen what would happen in the future.

He had no regrets in his heart; when he set his sights on this woman at the beginning, he just wanted to play around. People coming and going was normal. He had already ridden the car, so he didn't think about riding the other for a lifetime.

Even if she wanted to leave, Li Luo accepted it calmly.

There were just a few he was with for a long time; the others were just passing clouds.

As his thoughts drifted,

Li Sipin walked out of the master bedroom with a

After looking around at the people outside, he put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth, and said: "Now that the situation is confirmed, that loser Fatty Cong has already run off. What remedial measures do you have?"

Director, producer, martial arts choreographer, screenwriter, and lead actors.

Everyone sat in a circle here, and no one's expression looked very good.

Such an accident happening.

It was bad news for everyone in the production team.

"We can only rewrite the script."

Hu Minkai scratched his scalp and said irritably: "Increase the screen time for others to fill the gap left by Cheng Yaojin, but even so, Cheng Yaojin's role still needs some kind of resolution."

"He can't just suddenly disappear!"

Deleting the role directly won't work, and there's no way to replace him and reshoot; coming back to mess with it would mean losing at least one or two million.

Li Si Lin knew this situation all too well, which is why he felt like killing someone just a moment ago.

He shifted his gaze to look at the screenwriter.

"I can rewrite the script." The screenwriter nodded slowly and turned his gaze to Li Luo: "Just add more depth to the romance between Qin Shubao and Li Rongrong; it's not too difficult."

"Add more war and fighting scenes."

Ma Yucheng also looked at Li Luo and offered his own suggestion: "Fighting scenes can fill the gap."

After all that talk.

The matter fell onto Li Luo's head.

It sounds simple, but the workload has increased significantly in reality!

"I have no problem with that."

Li Luo flicked the ash off his cigar and solemnly stated to the producer: "Don't worry, Mr. Li, we are all in the same boat. I don't know how to do other things, but putting in a little more effort is no big deal."

"Then thank you for your hard work."

Li Si Lin felt a sense of relief, and his expression finally softened a little: "I won't let you work in vain."

However, even with the rewrite, Fatty Cong couldn't be left out; such an important character couldn't just suddenly disappear without a trace.

There had to be some bridging scenes; this problem couldn't be avoided.

Regarding this.

Li Luo couldn't help.

The few of them discussed it for a while longer, then shook their heads and left one by one.

Tomorrow's filming schedule had to be temporarily suspended; they would have to wait for further news from Li Si Lin before making corresponding adjustments.

"Come out."

Back in the room, Li Luo went to the side of the bar, lifted a glass, and poured some whiskey.

"How should we handle it?"

Tong Lei walked out quietly from the bedroom, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist and abdomen: "Did Lin Zhicong really just leave suddenly? How could he do such a thing? What are we supposed to do now?"

"He left."

Sipping the whiskey, Li Luo turned around: "For the production team, it's bad news."

"But not for you~"

The woman standing before him had already changed into a red silk slip dress, with most of her breasts exposed; against the red backdrop, her skin appeared even more fair and tender.

She put on a gold bracelet.

The gold and white complemented each other, making her look even more radiant.

"What about for me?" Before he could finish, the sound died away; Tong Lei was being tickled, feeling an itch deep inside.

"For you, it's good news."

Li Luo chuckled as he played with her breasts, unceremoniously taking credit for himself: "Just now, based on my suggestion, the production team decided to dig deeper into the romance between Qin Shubao and Li Rongrong."

If you're thick-skinned enough, then that's that.

Anyway, the other party didn't know, and he was perfectly calm about it.

"Really?"

Tong Lei's expression was full of surprise.

For an ordinary actor, nothing is more delightful than having their screen time increased.

Whether the pay increases or not doesn't matter.

What matters is the exposure!

Having received Li Luo's affirmative answer, Tong Lei was uncontrollably excited; to express her gratitude, she raised her hands to her shoulders, first the left, then the right.

The two straps were pushed aside.

The silk nightgown slid smoothly off her graceful body.

The woman held her waist with one hand and displayed her figure generously to the burning gaze of Li Luo.

Her breasts were round and full.

Her flat waist had its own natural curves.

Moving downward.

It became lush and verdant again.

This scenery was not something an ordinary person could see; her figure was better than average.

Tong Lei showed herself off from left to right.

Immediately after.

She obediently crouched down.

"Mmm~"

Li Luo let out a nasal hum, contentedly sipping the amber liquid in his glass.

The morning air was refreshing to the heart.

After running a few laps around the perimeter, Li Luo returned to the hotel with a relaxed pace; just as he jogged onto the front porch, a Chen Haonan mobile office, a light infantry transport vehicle, whizzed past him.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Looking at this Toyota Hiace, Li Luo slowed his pace a little.

The reason it's called an infantry transport vehicle.

Is because there's a reason for it.

He had experienced it once a few years ago; while he was eating a late-night snack, just such a vehicle braked sharply outside the food stall, and a dozen or so scholars, frozen by the air conditioning, poured out.

While shouting that their hands were frozen, they tightly clutched newspapers wrapped into long strips.

Regardless of who they were looking for.

The people in the food stall scattered with a roar, fleeing in all directions.

That scene.

It was nothing short of spectacular!

"Swish."

The side door of the vehicle was pulled open with force.

A thin, small man wearing glasses stepped out first, his expression quite solemn, as if he were worried about something.

This guy's expression was very serious.

But the moment he saw him, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Li Luo's mouth.

In his mind.

Classic screen images emerged one after another.

This man was Tian Qiwen, a golden supporting actor in Hong Kong films and one of the decision-makers at Star-Hui Company; he was likely here to mediate regarding last night's incident.

Following closely behind.

Lin Zhicong's chubby figure also stepped out of the vehicle, his expression very anxious.

Revealing a sense of fear.

When Li Luo saw him, he sighed lightly.

This guy.

To be honest, his personality is quite good.

A scheduling conflict like this isn't something Fatty Cong can control; between an unknown TV series and Zhou Xingchi's Kung Fu, any normal person would know how to choose, but he absolutely shouldn't have abandoned his post in this manner.

It was completely treating the dozens of people on the Sui and Tang Heroes production team like monkeys!

As expected of an infantry transport vehicle, two other guys came down with them.

Hmm, how should I put it.

You could feel that underworld aura from far away.

"A-Luo."

Discovering Li Luo watching him from the side, Lin Zhicong immediately put on a grinning expression, not only bunching up the fat on his face but also scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Handle it well."

Waving his hand, Li Luo walked into the hotel.

This matter.

Probably won't be that easy to resolve.

If Lin Zhicong doesn't pay some kind of price, he certainly won't get off easily.

He didn't need to help say anything; for Tong Lei, it was an opportunity to increase her exposure, but for himself, it was just adding extra work; not giving this kid a cold shoulder was already being polite enough.

If he had that kind of time, he'd rather go to the restaurant and gnaw on a few more baskets of chicken feet in black bean sauce.

Time reached the afternoon.

Because the production team, paralyzed for half a day due to the incident, officially resumed work, Cheng Yaojin was nowhere to be seen; according to Li Si Lin's notification, Fatty Cong's scenes would be finished after one week of filming in Zhuozhou.

I don't know what content the two sides discussed.

Although there were questions.

But after seeing the producer kick over the wide actor's chair specially made for Fatty Cong, everyone in the production team wisely stopped asking about it, acting as if that guy had never been on this set.

Li Luo continued his summer barbecue mode, clashing golden maces with a big group of men in the wilderness, ping-pong-pang.

The following schedule was just various fights.

Fighting with all kinds of people.

Carrying out Ma Yucheng's idea, adding more fight scenes to make up for the missing Cheng Yaojin scenes.

"Woah woah woah~~~"

Dozens of people let out roars in unison, clashing their shields against each other.

Broadswords and spears were swung wildly.

The scene was incredibly intense.

The cameraman held the machine, shooting from bottom to top, moving through the crowd along a predetermined route, getting as close as possible, striving not to let the audience see exactly how many people were on set.

The camera flickered, and Li Luo, wearing armor, rode over on horseback.

The golden mace in his hand struck straight toward the camera.

At a distance of less than half a meter, the weapon whizzed past, and his face, full of murderous intent and covered in sweat, was perfectly recorded by the cameraman.

It's war, after all.

You can't just focus on looking cool.

That fierce feeling also needs to be performed.

"Good!"

Director Hu held a megaphone, his voice resounding across the set: "Ten-minute break."

"Whoa~"

Li Luo tightened the reins and rode his horse through the crowd.

"Your skills are really good."

"Beautiful horsemanship."

Shan Xiongxin, Wang Bodang, and others cheered one after another.

These past few days, the horse-riding and fighting scenes were much more numerous than before; Li Luo spent his time from morning till night in various battles, and his super-strong stamina and exquisite horsemanship made everyone look on in admiration.

"Don't tease me, brothers."

Li Luo flipped off his horse, took off his helmet, and walked into the sunshade.

In just over ten minutes, sweat was already dripping from his chin, and the thick wig made his head feel dizzy.

Two staff members stepped forward to help him take off his armor.

The lining inside was already soaked through; Li Luo moved in front of a fan and let it blow wildly.

"Brother Luo."

While he was gulping down water, Wu Yu seized the time to say: "The fan visit is mostly arranged; ten people are coming in total, and I've drafted a plan for the specific itinerary."

"Take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be added."

Now they were rushing filming day and night, martial arts scenes during the day, and drama scenes at night.

When they got off work.

It was usually in the early hours of the morning.

Li Luo was so busy he didn't even have time to "wrestle" with Tong Lei; Wu Yu could only report work to him during breaks on set.

Taking the notebook, Li Luo looked closely.

The little assistant's handwriting was very neat.

The fan club visit plan was arranged in great detail, mainly consisting of touring the set and having some interactions with him, like autographs and photos.

The ten people coming this time were representatives.

Having a little bit of that is enough; you can't have hundreds of people rushing over.

He couldn't handle that kind of situation either.

"The time is set for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow; I'll go communicate with the assistant director in a moment."

He handed the notebook back to the little assistant and shook his damp clothes: "I'll add a few points; you record them and have Zhou Lin notify the others not to bring any gifts."

"Second, safety is of utmost importance."

"Set a meeting point and have the production team arrange a business minibus to pick them up; I'll cover the costs."

"Also, buy some fruit and snacks."

"I'll give you a budget of one thousand yuan; when they arrive, we can't just stare at them blankly."

The pen in her hand moved quickly; Wu Yu nodded while writing, but when she got to the end, she blinked her eyes at Li Luo: "Boss, not accepting gifts is one thing, but you want to spend your own money too?"

"Is there a problem?"

Li Luo screwed on the bottle cap and said in confusion: "Friends are coming to visit, shouldn't you host them?"

In his view.

This was a matter of course.

Li Luo's personality inherited the values of the Guilin region.

As long as guests come, even if you're poor, you have to arrange things properly; eating and drinking well is a must.

Drinking alcohol isn't appropriate.

So arranging some food is perfectly normal.

Wu Yu was a bit dumbfounded; she had seen plenty of fan visits, but this was the first time she had ever seen an actor who not only refused gifts but also paid out of his own pocket.

"That's it."

Li Luo regained his energy, waved his hand, and walked toward the monitor.