Chapter 201

He chatted with this film tycoon for a few more sentences.

Staff members came in to notify the actors to prepare to go on stage and prepare for the opening ceremony.

Apologizing to Xiang Huaqiang.

Li Luo handed his things to Wu Yu and walked outside with the others, preparing for his first movie opening ceremony.

"Not bad."

Glancing at his back, Xiang Huaqiang said to Wu Dun: "He has a star quality; at the very least, when female audiences walk into the cinema, they will subconsciously choose to buy a ticket to see him when they see his appearance."

One cannot underestimate this effect.

Why do movie leads usually choose handsome men and beautiful women? It's nothing more than wanting to attract passersby.

One side makes people feel happy just looking at them.

On the other side.

They look like crooked melons and cracked dates.

What kind of choice they will make is self-evident.

The film and television industry is nothing more than weaving dreams for the audience; of course, the scenes in the dream should be as beautiful as possible.

"That is indeed the case."

Huang Bogao adjusted his glasses and looked at the almost empty dressing room: "Actually, Wilson Yip's opinion a while ago was to talk to Donnie Yen; I just felt his image was a bit lacking."

One definitely cannot say Donnie Yen is ugly, but in the circle, he cannot be called handsome either.

He is more suited to the tough guy route.

So before, facing the suggestions of the creative team.

He was very hesitant.

Now that Wu Dun brought Li Luo over, it just happened to solve this worry for him.

"Hmm."

Wu Dun shook his head and waved his hand: "Let's go, Bogao, you go stand on the stage; I won't join in the fun."

The three greeted each other and walked out.

"Next, please welcome Hong Tianming."

Amidst the host's shouting, the Hong family's eldest son appeared spiritedly as the first to go on stage.

Mainland and Taiwan reporters took a few photos.

Then they stopped their actions.

On the contrary, the Hong Kong reporters were shooting quite vigorously; this thing, if you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face; actually, according to Hong Tianming's role, he didn't have the qualifications to go on stage.

But how should one put it.

Hong Jinbao wanted to bring his son out for a show, and who would refuse?

"Wu Jing."

The baby-faced young actor followed closely behind.

The actions of the media at the scene were exactly the opposite of just now.

The Hong Kong reporters were uninterested, while the mainland reporters were shooting happily.

"Ren Dahua."

The stylish man appeared, and everyone raised their cameras at the same time.

"Hong Jinbao."

The big shot stepped onto the stage domineeringly, causing a small commotion.

"Li Luo!"

The host's tone deepened.

Actually, the order of going on stage had been discussed; Li Luo's suggestion at the time was that he should go out before Ren Dahua, but the two seniors unanimously gave up their positions and let him go on stage last.

Everyone actually knew who the main person being promoted was.

The role in the movie.

Ren Dahua and Hong Jinbao were already heavy enough.

They very tactfully gave this finale position to Li Luo, just to highlight the other party's status as the male lead.

Amidst the stunned expressions of the Hong Kong reporters, Li Luo waved his arms and walked onto the stage with steady steps; he also unceremoniously stood in the very middle position, looking at the flashing lights with spirit.

From the moment he appeared, the mainland and Taiwan reporters frantically pressed their shutters.

Making the Hong Kong reporters feel confused.

"Hey."

One of the reporters poked his colleague: "Who is this guy?"

"Li Luo."

The mainland reporter took a moment to glance at the work badge on his chest and continued to press the shutter: "You haven't seen the TV dramas he acted in, but you can't be unaware of the news about him beating three people at once in Beijing a while ago, right?"

"Ah?"

A piece of memory quickly surged in the Hong Kong media's minds, and they couldn't help but look at the guy in the suit on the stage: "He's the one who beat three robbers into the hospital by himself!!!"

Blurring out this sentence also attracted the attention of other Hong Kong media.

That news was quite popular before.

But like any news, no matter how eye-catching it is, it will soon be covered up by endless reports.

Now that memory finally awakened.

Following the awakening.

Was the camera in the hands of the Hong Kong media.

The flashing lights swept toward the several stylish men on the stage, all dressed in suits and in different forms; on the background wall behind them, the three big characters *SPL* were particularly eye-catching.

The name *Father's Day* was quickly replaced in these few days.

Replaced by this fierce-sounding movie title.

Li Luo turned his back to the three characters *SPL* and showed his white teeth to the video cameras and cameras below the stage.

Rather than an opening ceremony, it was better to call it a new movie press conference.

When the director appeared, the light gradually stopped.

Hong Jinbao cleared his throat.

Preparing to be besieged by reporters.

"Li Luo."

The reporter pointed out by the host stood up and excitedly took the microphone: "Actually, everyone knows that you relied on your own strength to take care of three armed kidnappers a while ago."

"And beat them so badly they were hospitalized with serious injuries."

"Buzz~"

The scene was in an uproar.

Especially the Hong Kong reporters; they had an impression, but they didn't know the specifics of what happened.

On the stage.

Including Wu Jing, everyone looked at Li Luo in unison, their expressions looking quite dumbfounded.

They had heard he could fight.

But they didn't expect he could fight to this extent.

Armed kidnappers.

How did these four words sound so unreliable?

"And now."

The reporter's words continued to ring out: "You've taken on such an action movie; may I ask if you want to take this opportunity to officially transform into an action actor? Will we have the opportunity to see you act in TV dramas in the future?"

"Regarding that matter, I will make a final response here."

Li Luo took the microphone handed by the host and said in a deep voice: "Only one kidnapper was armed, and it wasn't a matter of beating them into the hospital."

"At that time, I chose to save myself and was forced to fight back."

It didn't seem to make any difference.

But to the listeners, the nature of the matter was completely different.

That kind of thing really wasn't suitable for widespread publicity; anyway, he wouldn't pay attention if anyone asked him again in the future, because if he kept responding, it would more or less have the meaning of smearing.

In this regard, he had to be careful about his sense of proportion.

Just hearing these words.

Everyone at the scene didn't know what to say.

Their faces were full of question marks; so, was it easier because only one kidnapper was armed?

"Regarding *SPL*."

Li Luo held the microphone and continued: "Actually, it was a film contract that was decided long ago; it was completely a coincidence."

"There is no transformation."

"I am an actor; if there is a suitable script, I want to try it, including TV dramas."

"Thank you."

Putting down the microphone, he smiled and nodded at the reporter.

He couldn't say he wanted to use this opportunity to get some heat; that would look very ugly, and a word of coincidence was enough to get past the matter.

The scene was quiet for a while, and then they all raised their arms in unison.

These guys indicated with their eyes that it wouldn't be so easy to get rid of them.

"May I ask Mr. Li Luo."

One of the Hong Kong reporters didn't wait for the host to call his name and asked excitedly: "This sounds unbelievable; may I ask how you did it?"

"Please."

Seeing that he didn't intend to answer, the reporter continued: "This is just out of curiosity about you; after all, Mr. Li Luo is still very unfamiliar to Hong Kong audiences."

"We want to know more."

The reporters nodded in unison, indicating that the other party's words were reasonable.

"It's like this."

Li Luo thought for a while, smiled, and raised the microphone: "I usually exercise my body often and practice martial arts like Long Fist, Muay Thai, and Wing Chun."

"However, in the movie *SPL*, there is more modern mixed martial arts."

"I hope to bring surprises to everyone when the time comes."

With just a few sentences, he pulled the topic to the new movie.

Wu Dun and the others standing on the side had smiles on their faces, very satisfied with his performance; at a new movie press conference, one must pay attention to the focus, and if one only talks about one's own affairs.

Then don't blame the director or investors for giving you a cold shoulder.

"Can you perform it for us?"

The reporter dropped another sentence, quite meaning to see is to believe.

Action movies, right!

The most talked-about thing is whether the actors can fight, how the actual combat effect is, or who can fight better than whom; these topics can always cause enduring discussions.

The more the lead actor can fight, the more naturally it can bring attention to the movie.

To this request.

The crew absolutely welcomed it.

Under Wilson Yip's lead, applause erupted at the scene.

Everyone else tactfully stood to the side, leaving space for the lead actor to perform; anyway, they were all making efforts for the crew's promotion.

No one would feel dissatisfied because of this.

"How about this."

Li Luo held the microphone and raised his hand to the side: "Maybe some friends don't know, but our Wu Jing once won the national martial arts championship and is an out-and-out martial arts expert."

"How about Brother Jing and I perform a segment for everyone?"

Hearing this, Huang Bogao took the lead in applauding.

He expressed extreme appreciation for Li Luo's behavior of bringing along an artist under his banner.

Wu Jing also happily stepped forward.

Having had a rough career path in recent years, he was in urgent need of an opportunity to show his face.

Even if he was just a sidekick.

It didn't matter at all!

When the host took the microphone, Li Luo and Wu Jing quickly took off their jackets, which were a bit in the way, and the two suit-clad thugs quickly gathered together.

"Thanks, brother."

Wu Jing gripped Li Luo's hand tightly and said gratefully: "How do you want to fight? I'll cooperate with you."

"Long Fist."

Li Luo also tightened his grip on the other party's hand and said quickly: "Just simplified routine sparring; I've played with Brother Zhanwu several times, so there won't be any problems, just make the movements crisp."

"Anyway, they won't understand it."

"Okay."

Wu Jing grinned and quickly set up his stance.

As a national martial arts champion, his movements were impeccable; they were absolutely beautiful.

Li Luo stepped back.

And took an opening stance.

Once an expert makes a move, you know if it's real.

With just a simple movement, Wu Jing immediately realized that Li Luo wasn't just playing around, and he immediately gathered some spirit.

No matter what kind of media it is, they all love excitement.

The two who had set up their stances made them excitedly press their shutters, and countless lights flashed at the scene.

Wilson Yip crossed his arms.

Watching the two people in the middle of the stage from another angle.

As a director, he was more interested in what kind of effect they could present; he would have originally felt it was very strange, but now seeing the two handsome guys in suits setting up their stances.

There was an inexplicably pleasing feeling.

In the middle of the stage.

Li Luo blinked at Wu Jing, and then his figure surged, rushing toward the other party with a whistle.

Seeing this.

The latter also stepped forward.

After a dull parry, the two began to practice their moves back and forth.

At the beginning.

Everyone's movements were a bit slow.

After all, it was their first time fighting, so they needed a process of getting familiar.

After three or five moves, the speed of the two gradually increased, and they fought with such fists and feet that the movement of their fists even brought up a whistling wind, leaving everyone at the scene dumbfounded.

Routines have one advantage.

Regardless of their actual combat ability, they look good anyway.

Although Wu Jing had a baby face.

But his body proportions were absolutely fine.

Li Luo didn't even need to be mentioned, so their large, open movements looked not only elegant but also exceptionally sharp.

The mainlanders directly dazzled the whole audience.

The shutter was pressed continuously.

The light flashed continuously on the two of them.

If it were any other Hong Kong film crew, there might be some small thoughts floating around.

However, Hong Jinbao and Ren Dahua were both watching with smiles, and they didn't have any thoughts of rejection; they were people in their forties or fifties, and they didn't have that much competitiveness.

"Bang."

With a dull sound.

In the middle of the stage, the two arms collided quickly.

Everyone actually didn't use much strength, but Wu Jing stumbled back two steps and then stood steady.

Acting as a supporting role.

You have to have the self-awareness of a supporting role.

This was something he quickly understood after coming to Hong Kong.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then held hands and hugged each other.

Patting each other on the back.

The applause at the scene suddenly sounded like thunder, cheering for the performance of the two; no matter where they were from, everyone actually admired capable people!

After they put their jackets back on.

The rest of the people returned to accept interviews.

All kinds of fist bumps and high-fives were indispensable; they were all on one team, and this spirit had to be there.

Next, the reporters' questions continued.

"Big Brother."

Another Hong Kong reporter threw the question to Hong Jinbao and asked straightforwardly: "Everyone knows that you had a very unpleasant falling out with Star-Ye in *Kung Fu Hustle*; may I ask about taking on this *SPL*."

"Are you trying to prove yourself?"

This question was also a news hotspot that reporters were very concerned about.

As long as it involved Zhou Xingchi, any question could arouse the interest of readers, not to mention that Hong Jinbao and the other party had fought so fiercely before, to the point where the action director was directly changed.

It definitely belonged to one of the big news stories in the circle.

"I've already said enough!"

Hong Jinbao took the microphone handed by Li Luo and said seemingly indifferently: "I wasn't feeling well at the time and was bitten badly by mosquitoes; Director Zhou has high demands, so there's nothing to say."

"Having rolled in this industry for decades, do you think I still need to prove anything?"

The tone seemed casual.

But one could still hear some anger.

With such a sentence, the reporters at the scene stopped asking for trouble.

Only the parties involved would know exactly what happened; Li Luo could only attribute it to a conflict of creative concepts, and he made no other comments.

After the media interview, everyone took turns offering incense, and under Huang Bogao's lead.

Stacked their hands on the back of the knife.

"Good luck with the work."

Amidst the cheers, the kitchen knife cut through the roast suckling pig like bamboo.

Celebrating the start of the new movie.