Chapter 171: Endless Flattery

In the hotel room's living room, a dozen or so people stared intently at the TV.

The theme song cut together wonderful highlights from the drama: beautiful fights, magnificent war scenes, cavalry troops wearing heavy armor—making these industry peers nod repeatedly.

From the current information, it could be judged that it was definitely a big production.

Li Luo sipped some wine.

He laughed secretly in his heart.

Post-production, there were capable people.

The highlights completely managed to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses; as for the shabby scenes, don't even think about seeing them in the beginning. Anyway, attract the audience first.

But this was nothing.

*Sui Tang Ying Xiong Zhuan* mostly had new actors, and those who were a bit older were veteran actors.

The final effect was quite good, just the scale was a bit lacking.

The opening was attractive.

But the content behind it was also a feast.

Unlike many movies in later generations where the trailers were brilliant, but after buying a ticket and entering, they found they were greeted by a pile of shit, with nothing worth watching except the trailer.

The first episode started with war, not playing any tricks.

Ma Yucheng's action direction was quite good.

The fighting was very lively.

The opening plot was tight: attacking the city, fleeing for life, little Qin Shubao and others being saved by Cheng Yaojin's mother and son, Yang Guang coveting the throne—filling the first episode to the brim.

Xie Junhao, who played Yang Guang, didn't look old, but he was definitely a veteran actor.

Several years ago.

He had won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor with *The Mad Phoenix*.

Soon.

He played the Wine Sword Immortal in *Chinese Paladin*.

This actor belonged to the type who wasn't very famous, but his acting skills were absolutely top-notch. With just a few words, he brought out the sinister nature of Yang Guang, making many people at the scene sigh in admiration.

Wang Fei almost yawned, but hurriedly grabbed the red wine and sipped it.

It wasn't that she felt bored.

It was just that she hadn't slept well for a long time!

If she saw Li Luo's scenes, she could still muster a bit of interest, but now looking around, there was no one she was familiar with, so the sleepy feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to kept surging.

Her gaze couldn't help but start to shift, falling on Li Luo's focused face.

What she was thinking of.

Was what happened in Zhuozhou before.

At that time, she slept until eleven o'clock the next morning before waking up comfortably; that feeling was like being fully charged.

It couldn't be more comfortable.

Rubbing her eyes, she was just about to get up.

She found Xiang Naying looking at her with a strange expression, the look in her eyes couldn't have been more playful.

Before she could ask.

The memories of last night flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

Thinking of herself hugging Li Luo and crying and shouting, hitting the other party non-stop, and smearing snot and tears onto that guy's clothes, the extreme sense of shame spread from her toes to her scalp.

Under Xiang Naying's gaze, her fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Northeast girl immediately clutched her stomach and laughed.

Amidst this laughter, Wang Fei drilled into the quilt in shame and anger.

She wasn't afraid of emotional breakdown or acting crazy while drunk.

She was just afraid of someone helping her recall it.

In Xiang Naying's narration, Wang Fei knew she had hugged Li Luo for a whole night and wouldn't let go, making her whole person like an ostrich, burying her head in the pillow and playing dead.

This appearance made Xiang Naying grin, showing her full set of white teeth.

Laughing until she rolled on the bed.

Actually, it wasn't just because of the breakup; she also thought of a friend who had passed away suddenly, and for a time, sorrow came from her heart, which was why she had such behavior.

Having done such a shameful thing, Wang Fei didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Just then, she received a call from her manager.

She decisively dragged Xiang Naying along, 'of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best'.

During this period, she had been throwing herself into work, not sleeping day or night rehearsing for the concert, or playing mahjong all night with friends, just to forget about this.

But some things, the more you want to forget, the more you can't forget.

Every time she played mahjong.

Wang Fei would always think of the time she was being 'leveraged and won' (a mahjong term), and that mouth that was so damn mean.

She didn't know when it started.

She felt annoyed seeing the cold jokes Li Erpeng sent. Actually, Wang Fei didn't know what she was annoyed about, but her heart was also looking forward to a strange text message suddenly popping up on her phone.

It was just that that expectation never materialized.

And the sleep she had finally recovered also became sleepless nights.

Yesterday, after finally finishing work, Wang Fei inadvertently saw the news of Li Luo's interview on TV, and an inexplicable impulse grew wildly in her heart like wild grass. After a sleepless night.

After hesitating slightly, she dragged Xiang Naying along again and headed straight for Zhuozhou.

The reason was very sufficient.

She had lost two games of mahjong here before, and those scores hadn't been settled yet.

"Cough."

Xiang Naying curled her lips and poked her finger to the side.

Just look at it for a while.

Staring straight like this, even a fool would know something was wrong.

Perhaps that feeling, Wang Fei herself didn't realize, but as her best friend, she had already detected some signs!

Wanting to advise her.

This kind of thing wasn't easy to say clearly, and maybe after pointing it out, it would become even more intense.

Backfiring.

Xiang Naying couldn't help but glance at Li Luo.

This guy was indeed handsome and full of masculinity; not to mention Old Wang, even she felt she liked him looking at him.

The two looked over together.

Li Luo naturally noticed and turned his head in confusion.

But he found Wang Fei and Xiang Naying were looking at the TV intently, their expressions couldn't have been more serious.

The first episode finished quickly.

After a short commercial break, *Sui Tang Ying Xiong Zhuan* continued.

Although the protagonist hadn't appeared yet, the plot presented now had already firmly attracted the audience watching this drama, curious about what encounters little Qin Shubao and little Cheng Yaojin would have.

But now, only the area around Beijing could see the new drama.

Unless the crew had full confidence.

Otherwise, new dramas usually chose to test the effect on local channels first, equivalent to holding an exhibition for the new drama, and the broadcast effect directly determined whether it could be on satellite channels.

The purchasing department of the TV station looked at how the new drama responded.

The producer also showed off the goods.

Preparing to sell for a good price!

Of course, there were also those crappy dramas that flopped after being on a local channel.

Ten-plus minutes into the second episode.

Little Qin Shubao, wearing blue clothes, held two wooden sticks and practiced stroke by stroke.

From unfamiliar to proficient.

The subtle sound of breaking wind rang out continuously.

The screen flashed, the wooden sticks switched to golden maces, and the original child became a tall, handsome young man. The background sound effect changed from a subtle movement to a whistling sound, and the golden maces in his hands were tiger-like and windy.

The camera pulled back quickly.

Pulled into a medium shot, and froze.

In the frame, Li Luo held two golden maces and practiced mace techniques in a dirt courtyard, his movements going from slow to fast, his vigorous figure moving back and forth.

His cloth boots slid forward on the ground.

Kicking up countless dust.

He flipped and jumped up, hitting a dilapidated wooden table to the side heavily.

"Boom~"

After the loud noise.

The table instantly fell apart.

Although he knew the power powder spread on it was to enhance the effect, the people in the living room were still stunned. Li Luo quickly retracted his steps while spinning, and the two golden maces were almost spun into flowers by him.

"Shubao."

An old voice rang out on the TV: "Didn't I tell you to chop this broken table for firewood?"

"Why are you practicing martial arts here!"

Li Luo quickly retracted his steps, put the two maces behind his back, and revealed his handsome profile.

And smiled brilliantly, a light cry coming from his mouth:

"Mother."

This smile instantly attracted countless women in front of the TV.

A handsome young student with red lips and white teeth.

Who wouldn't like him.

Not to mention that set of movements just now, which added a lot of 'coolness' to him.

"Zhang Wuji."

Someone recognized Li Luo, and a cry couldn't help but ring out from their mouth.

This cry.

Also rang out in thousands of households around Beijing.

Nowadays, the most common entertainment activity was watching dramas; at night, the whole family would gather in front of the TV, sighing, cheering, or getting excited.

The most common scene nowadays.

A dozen or so years later, it became an extravagant hope.

Even if the whole family gathered together rarely, they were just playing with their own mobile phones, even when eating.

With the explosion of technology.

They gained a lot, but they also lost a lot.

Li Luo had filmed this opening action repeatedly for more than two hours, and to put it bluntly, he was so hot that his underwear was soaked in sweat, just for a dozen or so seconds of footage.

At first, he planned to cut various close-ups.

But Li Luo thought about it and decided to do a complete set himself.

It felt more intuitive to people.

Now it seems.

The effect was quite good!

"Luo-ge?"

The actor playing Liu Xiang cracked a peanut and smacked his lips: "Did you do this part yourself?"

Don't look at him.

Even Wang Fei looked at Li Luo in surprise.

Usually, he was always in a 'begging for a beating' appearance in front of her; she hadn't expected him to have such a majestic image, and a more intense interest in him suddenly grew in her heart.

"I'm sure Luo-ge didn't use a stunt double."

Liu Hengyu drank a mouthful of wine and flattered him slightly: "This long shot has no traces of editing. Besides, don't you know Luo-ge's skills?"

While watching TV.

This group of people commented from time to time.

Li Luo filtered out the flattery and mainly analyzed the difference between himself and the original version.

The original Qin Shubao naturally acted extremely well; otherwise, he wouldn't have attracted so many viewers. A big hit drama certainly had the efforts of the entire crew, but the protagonist's credit couldn't be less.

His own interpretation had some differences from the original.

Not to mention the appearance.

The feeling he performed was more sharp, and his personal style was more prominent.

Without the gentleness of the original version.

Li Luo felt that if he acted like a 'gentle' person again, it would be too similar to Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuji, so he simply changed the way of interpretation. Qin Shubao was, after all, a general leading troops to fight.

It was absolutely no problem to have a bit of sharpness in his temperament.

It could also bring a different feeling to the audience.

Qin Shubao catching people as a catcher, Shan Xiongxin robbing the prison, Yang Guang lusting after his sister, killing someone by mistake after failing to get what he wanted, and finally throwing the body into the lotus pond.

One wonderful plot after another was overwhelming, making the audience in front of the TV call it a great pleasure.

Finally, they watched the ending song ring out with regret.

"Not bad."

Zhang Long tapped the sofa and looked with emotion at Li Luo, who was busy replying to text messages: "I don't know about others, but from my perspective, the final effect is quite good, with the potential to become a hit drama."

"General Manager Li Si Lin will probably be busy next!"

He was a bit cautious in his wording.

Actually, he was very optimistic.

An old film and television person like himself was looking forward to the following plot, so ordinary viewers naturally wouldn't be left behind; it was just that he couldn't say it too fully.

"Thank you."

Li Luo smiled and continued to press his phone.

Every time a new drama started broadcasting, there were always endless congratulatory text messages.

"That's right, it looks quite good."

"The princess who was killed just now had poor acting skills, but you can't ask too much of the extras."

"Mm, everyone else acted quite well."

"Attractive."

"Luo-ge acted really well."

The actors in the living room gave their evaluations one after another. Actually, no matter if it looked good or not, no one would give a bad review to his face; it was obvious they would offend people, and no one would do such a stupid thing.

But now they were all sincere words.

Gazes of envy fell on Li Luo one after another.

Whether the drama looked good or not.

One could still see some clues.

Although they had only watched two episodes, in their view, it already had signs of a big hit drama. If it could really explode, that would be two hit dramas in one year.

Thinking of this.

The gaze looking at him became even more intense.

Li Luo thanked them one by one with a smile, but actually didn't take these words to heart.

In his view.

The effect of acting must be judged comprehensively.

Can't be blown away by others.

Many actors who actually have strength are praised by those around them, and everything they act is good.

Praised until they are floating without a boundary!

Inflated until they want to act according to their own ideas, directing the director, changing scenes, changing lines, changing character settings.

The result is the drama comes out.

The whole internet mocks it!

He couldn't do such a stupid thing.

Just listen to the praise. He still couldn't slack off on polishing his acting skills.

After watching the two episodes, although these people staying in the living room had the heart to make friends with Wang Fei, they all chose to say goodbye and leave.

Society is sometimes extremely realistic.

If one's own strength doesn't reach a certain level, the relationship forcibly climbed won't have any effect.

Wang Fei and the others' assistants also left on their own to rest in the rooms Gao Yuanyuan had booked for them in advance. In just a short while, the living room that was originally crowded soon only had a few card friends left.

"Play cards?"

The remaining few looked at each other, and Li Luo blurted out a sentence.

Having killed their way over like this, he couldn't think of what else they could do.

"Okay."

Xiang Naying drank the red wine in one gulp.

"Wait a moment."

Wang Fei stopped Li Luo's action and slowly picked up the bag beside her.

After the two sisters walked toward the mahjong machine to the side, she opened the zipper, took out a ball of white T-shirt from inside, and handed it out with a slightly red face: "I'm really sorry about the last time."

"This is to compensate you for the clothes; please don't take it to heart."

Wang Fei's appearance, if seen by those people just now, would definitely make their jaws drop.

Where was there any diva style.

That face was shy and ashamed, seemingly recalling some extremely awkward things.

It was indeed shameful.

Even when she was photographed carrying a urine basin in the hutong before, she hadn't been this awkward. She was over thirty years old, and it was the first time since she could remember that she had smeared snot and tears all over a man.

"No need."

Li Luo hurriedly waved his hand to resolve the other party's awkwardness: "I don't even know what you're talking about; why give me clothes for no reason."

"I insist."

Wang Fei felt a trace of emotion in her heart and handed it forward firmly.

She had thought she would be teased a few times, but she hadn't expected the other party to have such a considerate side. Tonight really made her recognize a Li Luo different from usual, with an extraordinary sense of contrast.

"Thank you."

Li Luo didn't stand on ceremony anymore and took the T-shirt.

It felt soft in his hand.

But when he took it, he found there seemed to be something wrapped inside.

"Open it and see."

Wang Fei looked at Li Luo with full expectation. ===== CHAPTER 172 =====