Chapter 204: An Actor's Self-Cultivation (Ten Thousand Character Chapter)

Visited NetEase company for more than two hours.

And in front of the background wall of *Fantasy Westward Journey*, left a happy group photo with a group of leaders and planners.

Under Li Luo's pulling.

Xu Bo stood foolishly by his side, comparing a V-sign together.

In the crowd, Li Luo was the one who laughed the happiest; as long as he maintained a good relationship, and then pushed the boat with the current when signs appeared, he would just wait to collect money later.

Once his net worth became rich, he could use his financial power to stir up the situation in the circle.

Of course, he wasn't satisfied with just being an actor.

Isn't it fragrant to have a red sofa?

After taking the group photo, Li Luo didn't rush to leave, but as long as anyone wanted to take a photo with him, he, in a good mood, responded to every request.

Taking handsome photos with all kinds of girls.

Meeting someone shorter.

He also took the initiative to bend his legs, making the effect of the photo look better.

Don't look at it as just a small action, but it made those who noticed this scene have even better impressions; Sun Lin also expressed extreme satisfaction; respecting the company's employees is also respecting NetEase.

This spokesperson was found without any flaws at all.

"Luo-ge."

After finishing all this, Xu Bo took the initiative to find Li Luo, his tone excited: "I'll prepare the gift package for you in a while, just send me the account when you have time."

In just a short while, quite a few female colleagues expressed friendliness toward him.

Although he knew those people were all aiming at someone else.

But it didn't affect his good mood.

"That's really great."

Li Luo extended his fist, full of smiles: "By the way, what I just gave you is a private number."

"Only I know it."

Xu Bo understood and bumped his fist heavily.

The two laughed loudly together again, and Li Luo then said goodbye and left.

He did download and play *Fantasy Westward Journey*; not to mention the self-awareness of a spokesperson, he himself also liked to play this kind of relatively casual and entertaining turn-based game.

Not very intense, and can relax the mood.

Similar ones.

There is also *Summer Memories*.

Hmm.

Both are good games.

Arranged by Sun Lin, after everyone had a sumptuous lunch, they went straight to the studio to film print promotional advertisements.

In order to attract players, apart from him.

NetEase also arranged for a few female models to come and cooperate with the shooting; the girls were all wearing costumes from the game, some cute, some pure, some sexy, and they took photos one after another around Li Luo.

And he also changed into clothes from the game, Godly General, Free and Unfettered Scholar, Dragon Prince.

Every look was perfectly mastered.

After the print advertisement was filmed, the promotional video was filmed according to the manufacturer's requirements the next day, reciting the simple lines over and over again.

This degree of filming, for him now.

Was just like playing.

Two days of work passed in a flash, and Li Luo returned to Hong Kong with his small assistant, continuing the filming of *SPL: Sha Po Lang*.

As for Xu Bo.

Some things are too much of a good thing.

In the other party's heart, it is estimated that even in dreams he didn't dare to think he would have a net worth of more than 20 billion in the future, so maintaining appropriate contact at the beginning is fine, just like chasing a woman, don't go too far at the beginning.

If you are too enthusiastic from the start, anyone will think you have ulterior motives.

The next day early in the morning.

Li Luo drove straight to the set.

Even if his scenes didn't start until the evening, watching a group of veteran actors compete in acting could still help him learn quite a bit.

Dappled sunlight fell on the shiny car body through the tree shade.

The rotation speed of the wheels slowed down.

Arriving outside a small white building and stopping slowly, the four large characters "Western District Police Station" on the door head were exceptionally eye-catching, but the people coming and going weren't Hong Kong police, but floor managers carrying props.

Scenes involving the police station were all filmed in this place.

Filming was in progress inside.

The staff outside couldn't be idle either, having to make all kinds of preparations for the filming later or in the evening.

"Luo-ge."

"Luo-ge, good morning."

Ever since the joke on the set last time, Li Luo's words had spread rapidly in the crew; no one took the 10 billion seriously, the amount was so large that they didn't even think he was bragging.

They purely felt he was joking.

However, the tone of their address to him had changed.

It was just like the address of those people to Lui Lok in the movie *Lui Lok*, the word "Lok" always had to have a tongue-popping sound added.

Waving his hand with a smile.

Li Luo walked into this "Western District Police Station" with large strides.

Walking all the way up the stairs, his footsteps turned, and he walked toward the right side.

Intense discussion rang out from the front.

A few people were exploring how to act in the next scene, and the staff were busily setting up the shooting scene for later.

"Director Yip."

Li Luo walked straight in and raised his hand to greet.

This was a corner of the small building, which was being set up by the prop team to look like a restaurant; on one side outside was a bright and clean floor-to-ceiling window, and the lush mountains made people feel relaxed just looking at them.

Sitting in the corner were a few extras wearing green uniforms; they were all yawning.

Waiting to enter the scene to act as a background board.

"Ah Luo~"

Wilson Yip looked over while wiping his glasses: "How was the advertisement filming?"

"Hua-ge."

Li Luo also shook hands with Simon Yam, then looked at the person beside him: "Quite good, thank you Director for your concern; this is Zhi-shu, right?"

"Luo-ge, hello."

The middle-aged actor wearing a cheap suit hurriedly reached out his hand, full of smiles:

"Don't dare to call me Zhi-shu, please give me more guidance in the future."

"Hey, it is Zhi-shu."

Li Luo grabbed his hand and said seriously: "That segment where you played the harmonica leaning against the car in *Infernal Affairs II* that just aired was truly divine, very worthy of us juniors to learn from."

Everyone likes to hear good words, and Liu Kai-chi was no exception.

The polite smile just now.

Became much more enthusiastic.

This golden supporting actor who had polished himself in TVB for twenty years had acting skills that had reached the point of perfection; not only *Infernal Affairs II*, but he would also contribute a very wonderful performance later.

He didn't expect that early in the morning, he could see a good show.

After greeting, Li Luo threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth happily and sat down beside the monitor familiarly.

The prop team set up the scene skillfully.

Bowls and dishes were placed on every table, common seasonings like garlic chili sauce and raw oil were placed in categories, and finally, plastic bags were taken out, and the fried noodles packed early were poured onto the dining plates.

Whether it was cold or how it tasted wasn't in the scope of consideration at all.

As long as it could be eaten, it was fine.

In just a few minutes, a common police station restaurant appeared in front of Li Luo like magic; the powerful prop team always had the means to turn decay into magic.

Simon Yam tidied his suit and sat in the corresponding position with Liu Kai-chi.

He was also wearing a cheap suit, which was extremely matching with the identities of the two; Hong Kong police income was not bad, but not to the point of wearing clothes worth more than ten thousand to go out to handle cases.

Maintaining a certain decency, and not feeling heartache if stained with dirt or blood.

Naturally became a common choice.

"Extras, take your positions."

In this kind of space, there was naturally no need for a loudspeaker; Wilson Yip stood beside the camera and waved his hand to make the final arrangement: "Hua-ge, you two compare the lines again, find the feeling first."

Next was a long take, and the lines as well as the emotional interaction between the actors were very important.

The two veteran actors naturally understood this point and compared the script seriously.

Simon Yam and Liu Kai-chi's line delivery skills were beyond reproach, and their emotional infectiousness and sense of rhythm could be said to be first-class.

Just a few simple sentences.

Listening from the side, Li Luo felt it was a kind of enjoyment.

Another few minutes passed, and the camera officially started.

Under the gaze of the lens, Simon Yam and the other were sitting at the table eating fried noodles with a stable rhythm, eating faster than ordinary people, carrying the tightness peculiar to disciplined forces.

They hadn't played Hong Kong police once or twice, and they acted very naturally.

Under Wilson Yip's signal.

The extra wearing a green uniform flashed past in front of the lens.

Liu Kai-chi's gaze followed the other party for a glance, his hands shaking the chopsticks unhurriedly, shaking off the chili sauce on the fried noodles, and then putting them into his mouth and chewing loudly.

"Wah-ge."

Simon Yam picked up the fried noodles with a fork and shouted the other's character name: "I have cancer."

Finishing the words.

He sent the fried noodles into his mouth.

His cheeks were tight, but his face was calm.

Liu Kai-chi's hand movement suddenly stalled; he looked at Simon Yam in shock, the chopsticks he was holding trembling: "Where is the specific location?"

"Brain."

Simon Yam looked at him and gestured at his head with the fork.

His tone was indifferent.

As if he were talking about someone else's business.

Dropping a sentence, he continued eating the fried noodles.

Liu Kai-chi continued to recite the lines until Simon Yam got up and left; he picked up the coffee and poured a large gulp, and this long take ended.

A few people came behind the monitor and watched the performance just now.

Li Luo chewed the chewing gum.

Looking steadily at the reactions of the two inside.

It was not quite the same as in his impression; it was wonderful, but it felt too programmatic.

"Wrong."

Liu Kai-chi's eyebrows frowned tightly, and he put his hands on his waist: "Hua-ge is fine, my performance in this segment has a big problem, I didn't enter the character at all."

"I think it's quite good."

Wilson Yip felt there was no problem.

Just that segment, many young actors couldn't bring it out.

"No."

Liu Kai-chi hammered his head, turning in circles on the spot and talking to himself: "It just feels wrong, it shouldn't have been acted like that just now, what exactly is the problem?"

This posture, looking at it from an outsider's perspective, was like a mental patient.

However, the people on the crew were already used to it.

There are always some actors who like to ponder better ways of performance; as long as it doesn't delay the wrap-up, others won't say anything.

"Too fast."

Seeing this, Li Luo couldn't help but speak.

"What's too fast?"

Liu Kai-chi turned his head suddenly, his eyes glowing.

This kind of person.

Was simply born for acting.

"After hearing the news of having cancer, your reaction was too fast." Seeing this, Li Luo simply reminded him in the other party's way: "For example, if you suddenly learn that a friend has passed away."

"What would be the subconscious reaction?"

As soon as this was said.

A flash of inspiration moved in Liu Kai-chi's brain, and he finally understood what his confusion just now was.

"I know."

He laughed, hugged Li Luo as soon as he went up, and patted him hard: "What you said is absolutely correct; just now I was indeed too fast, it should be slower, it should be a bit slower."

His train of thought suddenly opened up, and this veteran actor of nearly fifty years old was as happy as a child getting candy.

Making everyone around couldn't help but laugh along.

"Hua-ge?"

Liu Kai-chi turned his head to look at Simon Yam.

"OK."

The latter raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hand to walk toward the position just now.

"You're not bad."

Wilson Yip looked at Li Luo and nodded with a smile.

Sometimes it only takes a very small thing to make people express respect from the bottom of their hearts.

At least in Wilson Yip's view, the current Li Luo is a real actor.

Because only actors.

Can truly achieve understanding of actors.

The two veteran actors sat down, and the prop team took out plastic bags again to replenish some fried noodles for them.

It was the same "I have cancer" words from Simon Yam.

Liu Kai-chi, however, had a completely different reaction; he first glanced at Simon Yam rapidly, and then the chopsticks continued to stir in the plate, only this time, he looked at his superior one after another.

Gazing frequently.

But his eyes carried denial and confusion.

"Where?"

Seeing that Simon Yam didn't look like he was joking, he withdrew his gaze and continued eating.

"Brain."

Simon Yam still had the reaction just now.

He caught Liu Kai-chi's scene steadily, looking more natural than just now.

"Is it curable?"

Liu Kai-chi didn't have the calmness just now, his head lowered a few points, his chopsticks gathered the food together wildly; while doing these movements, he glanced at Simon Yam cautiously again.

This performance made Li Luo unwilling to blink his eyes.

If it were himself.

He definitely couldn't do such detailed feedback.

"Don't know."

Simon Yam looked at his partner, his tone elongated a few points.

But it was still so crisp.

"That means it's nothing."

Liu Kai-chi laughed happily and stuffed a large mouthful of food into his mouth.

He looked at Simon Yam again; this was the final confirmation of whether his superior and old friend of many years was joking with him.

However.

What he got was still indifference.

Simon Yam turned the fork in his hand casually, threw it onto the food that was still a small half left, wiped his mouth, and drank the coffee in the cup beside him.

"Finish eating and come out to work."

Without continuing to explain anything, he dropped a sentence, picked up the jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and left the lens range.

Liu Kai-chi acted well, and Simon Yam was no worse.

It was no longer the outward appearance when acting in Category III films before; the state presented by the whole person was more introverted.

It felt a bit natural.

Very natural, but full of dramatic tension; he had wonderful presentations in movies like *Election*, *PTU*, *Echoes of the Rainbow*, etc.; after cooperating with Johnnie To several times, he slowly formed this style.

After Simon Yam left, the lens locked onto Liu Kai-chi.

He grabbed the cup and drank coffee casually.

Only while drinking.

The whole person instantly became stiff like wood; after this moment, the hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

This scene also made Wilson Yip call it a great pleasure.

It was impossible to tell whether the other party was acting, or if it was a natural reaction produced after entering the character.

He wanted to call "Cut."

But saw Liu Kai-chi put his hand down heavily.

"Bang!"

The cup saucer was instantly smashed into pieces, and the broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere.

This movement.

Scared the extras at the surrounding tables.

They looked sideways in unison.

The remaining coffee in the cup splashed onto Liu Kai-chi, but this guy ignored it; at this time, his eyes were red, and he held the table with both hands, breathing heavily.

Bringing the emotion of feeling injustice for an old friend to the fullest.

Good actors are like this.

As long as there is a flash of inspiration, they can bring out a performance that makes people admire.

But most of the time, they still need to immerse themselves in it; otherwise, even if inspiration comes, they won't have the confidence to explode anything; perhaps this is an actor's self-cultivation.

The performance of less than a minute gave Li Luo a hard lesson.

"Clap."

Wilson Yip wiped the sweat from his forehead and clapped his hands hard.

Applause rang out constantly.

Everyone applauded for this wonderful performance.

At this time

High-fiving Ren Dahua.

He smiled again and pulled Li Luo's shoulder firmly.

To express his gratitude.

If an actor feels satisfied with their performance, that feeling is naturally the most comfortable thing.

With such a small interlude.

Liao Qi Zhi felt Li Luo was pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at him.

Often, after finishing a scene, he would share how he chose to display a character's inner thoughts and teach some small tricks for mobilizing emotions.

And believe it or not.

Li Luo synthesized it with his own understanding.

Many small details he hadn't been able to grasp before suddenly became clear.

Over the next two or three days.

He was either acting himself or hanging around the set to study the performances of these veteran actors; none of them were from formal training, yet they had managed to fight their way out in the industry.

Everyone had something worth learning.

A short week passed quickly.

Li Luo rushed to the Times Square in Beijing, and under the gaze of hundreds of players and media, he made a handsome appearance in a 'Free and Unfettered Scholar' outfit, waving his folding fan at the players who came to attend the press conference.

Then, with a 'snap', he closed it crisply.

Offering a salute with both hands forward.

With his impeccable period costume, he caused the camera flashes to go wild.

It was also at this moment that the host officially announced the successful early public beta of Fantasy Westward Journey and the signing of Li Luo as its first spokesperson.

Just two days later.

In mid-January, Fantasy Westward Journey officially began operations.

As soon as you opened the game client, you could see an image of Li Luo dressed in scholar's robes, standing with his hands behind his back on a crescent moon; regardless of the server, he had transformed into the novice guide.

Leading batches of players on their fantasy journey.

His fans.

Were already predominantly female.

Turn-based games were highly compatible for female players, and the boost in popularity combined with the refined Q-version cartoon graphics meant that in just five days, the number of concurrent users successfully broke 100,000!

And it was still climbing steadily.

Beating all other turn-based games into a crushing defeat.

Li Luo, having officially completed his endorsement work and once again demonstrating his commercial value, was currently staying in an old tenement building in Hong Kong, leaning over the railing and watching excitedly below.

Following a terrified scream.

A stuntman from the Yen Clan, dressed in flashy clothes, hung from a wire and grabbed a telephone line as he flipped down from the building.

This thrilling scene made him eager to try.

"Boom~"

A heavy thud.

This Japanese stuntman from the Yen Clan slammed hard onto the thick foam pads piled high; as the other party raised his arm high and gave a thumbs-up, the high-altitude fall was successfully completed.

Inside the building, whistles rang out everywhere.

Cheering for the other party.

Seeing this, the Yen Clan members who rushed out from the side also slowed their pace with a smile.

It looked very high.

But with a wire pulling him, there was actually no danger.

Of course, if the wire snapped.

That would be a different story.

So, completing this action still required a lot of courage.

After confirming the person below was fine, Ren Dahua and the others, who were also watching the show from the side, chatted and laughed as they picked up wooden sticks and walked to the roof to film a close-up of them watching the other party fall.

Fifteen minutes later.

The few people, panting heavily, stood on the roof, their eyes fixed downward.

The scene lighting was set to green, casting a greenish hue on their faces, and combined with their fierce gazes, these Hong Kong police officers looked more like demons crawling out of hell.

In order to pin down Wang Bao's crimes, these people didn't hesitate to break the law to enforce it, even personally throwing the other party's subordinates off the building.

It was precisely this kind of 'violence to curb violence' behavior.

That led to their relationship with Wang Bao deteriorating in every aspect, reaching a point of no return.

It was just that Li Luo didn't quite understand.

Since the relationship had deteriorated to this point, why not continue playing dirty and find an opportunity in the shadows to kill Wang Bao once and for all?

But looking at Ren Dahua standing on the roof.

He understood again.

It was actually a series of events that brought these people to this point; at the beginning, the character played by Ren Dahua still wanted to deal with Wang Bao through normal means, after all, the other party's greatest wish.

Was to bring Wang Bao to justice and put him in prison.

Furthermore, Wang Bao's influence in the movie was extremely powerful.

Without the protection of their police badges.

The few of them really weren't a match for others.

"Hard work, everyone."

Ye Weixin grabbed the megaphone and shouted while leaning against the railing: "Everyone, hurry up; we've been filming here for almost a week. We'll finish the night fight in the tenement building tonight, and we'll have a holiday tomorrow."

Hearing the word 'holiday', the crew members became jubilant.

Filming in a place like this.

Expenses were very high.

The building was occupied by normal residents, and for every extra day of filming, a financial compensation had to be paid.

It was no wonder the director was anxious and frustrated.

With the end of the year approaching.

Everyone wanted to finish this scene smoothly and rest comfortably for a few days.

Withdrawing his gaze, Li Luo walked toward the next filming scene.

The lighting and tracks had all been laid out.

Just waiting for the actors to come over for positioning.

"Brother Luo."

The actors upstairs also walked down quickly; Xia Shaosheng shook his long hair and said with a laugh: "You'll have to show mercy later; us old bones aren't enough for you to beat up."

In the movie, he played Ren Dahua's subordinate.

When he went to see his daughter at the end.

He was stabbed to death by Wu Jing.

This guy looked very stylish on the outside and was also hailed as the Godfather of Hong Kong Rock.

"Brother Sheng, you're still vigorous in your old age."

Li Luo grinned, raised an eyebrow, and said: "I see you punching through Lan Kwai Fong and kicking through Pottinger Street; there's absolutely no problem."

"Hahaha."

Ren Dahua put his arm around Xia Shaosheng's shoulder and laughed just as loudly: "Brother Sheng, if it were me, I couldn't stand it. Next time you go to a bar, you must call Li Luo and let him witness your strength."

"There will definitely be a chance."

Xia Shaosheng shook his long hair dashingly.

After they chatted and laughed for a few moments, Donnie Yen clapped his hands, signaling everyone to perk up.

When it came to action scenes.

Then he was the one in charge.

Not in a hurry to position, he had four stuntmen come over to practice with Li Luo and the others, constantly breaking down various movements so they could understand exactly how to fight next.

Everyone perked up, watching every move and style with focus.

And how to respond.

When filming, although everything was broken down.

Although there were stunt doubles, there were always times when coordination was needed; some movements had to be practiced and fallen repeatedly, and the next day you'd have to rub on medicated oil—if you weren't careful this time, you'd be the one suffering later.

First, Donnie Yen and the stuntmen demonstrated it once, then Li Luo and the others took the stage.

From positioning to the fighting posture.

Everything had to be practiced several times.

Regardless of whether stunt doubles would be used later, everyone had to have a clear idea of what was coming next, so they wouldn't be clueless when it was their turn to act.

Amidst the shouts on the set.

Inside the stairwell, two people walked up, panting.

In their hands.

They each carried two large plastic bags.

"Ah She, visiting Uncle Zhi is visiting Uncle Zhi."

Hung Tin-ming panted heavily and stopped to rest: "Did you have to bring so much tong sui? You're just asking for trouble for me!"

"And here I thought you were big and tall."

Charmaine She looked at this guy and said helplessly: "How is your stamina so poor? Stop hanging out at nightclubs so much."

"Speaking of nightclubs."

Hung Tin-ming swallowed and took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Chen Chen Haomin really didn't do anything before; everyone just found a place to rest. If you don't believe him, don't you at least believe me?"

Under Charmaine She's direct gaze, he laughed awkwardly.

As he spoke.

Hung Tin-ming himself felt a bit lacking in confidence.

"Chen Chen Haomin really likes you."

Weighing the bags in his hands, he continued to persuade: "He's been drowning his sorrows in alcohol all this time..."

Under the woman's even stranger gaze.

Hung Tin-ming wished he could slap himself.

This big mouth.

Why couldn't he speak properly?

"Big brother, you'd better be quiet."

Charmaine She curled her lips and continued to walk up the steps with a nervous heart.

When she saw the news before.

To be honest.

She was very angry.

Although she and Benny Chan hadn't officially announced it, it was actually a well-known relationship; the commotion in the newspapers made her a target for the media, and she had no peace.

However, looking back, she had also had a 'super-friendship' relationship with someone else.

She felt embarrassed to say anything, intending to pretend to scold him a few times and then continue walking down the path with him.

But then she unexpectedly discovered.

It wasn't his first offense.

So a conflict erupted, and they had been in a cold war ever since.

She had accidentally met Hung Tin-ming at the mall earlier, and he said the SPL crew was filming nearby, and that Li Luo and Uncle Zhi were there, so he was going to visit the set and asked if she wanted to go along and look around.

On a whim, Charmaine She agreed.

Of course.

Her excuse was to come and see Uncle Zhi.

The two had just collaborated on a TV series last year, so Hung Tin-ming didn't suspect anything.

Passing by a tong sui shop, Charmaine She thought she couldn't come empty-handed, so she ordered a bunch of things with a dizzy head, which led to their current disheveled state.

Arriving at the corridor.

The first thing she saw was the all-too-familiar set lighting.

Immediately followed by that figure.

"Gulp."

Charmaine She swallowed hard, and her legs felt inexplicably weak.

Even though more than ten days had passed.

Seeing this guy again now, her ears instantly echoed with his hot, heavy breathing, and her fingertips seemed to still be tracing his strong muscles.

The images floating in her mind made Charmaine She uncontrollably tense her gluteal muscles.

As if the next moment.

She was about to welcome a fierce collision.

"Ah She?"

The woman standing there in a daze left Hung Tin-ming confused, and he kicked her.

"Ah?"

Kicked in the calf, Charmaine She shuddered: "I'm fine."

"Who asked if you were fine!"

Hung Tin-ming shook his head, continued to carry the heavy bags of tong sui forward, and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Hung Sang and Ms. She are treating everyone to delicious tong sui."

"Everyone gets a share."

Even though he had already finished his scenes, he was still a member of the crew.

Plus this surname 'Hung'.

Even if it affected the positioning practice, no one would blame him, and enthusiastic greetings rang out everywhere.

Taking a deep breath.

Charmaine She walked forward with long strides.

Anyway, she was just here to visit Uncle Zhi and incidentally get her things back.

It was only right and proper!

With this thought, she quickened her pace a little.

It was also at this moment that Li Luo kicked an oil drum away with a high kick, ending the final positioning rehearsal.

"Not bad."

Donnie Yen clapped his hands vigorously and encouraged loudly: "Just follow this rhythm later. Ah Luo, your skills are excellent; the fighting is still so flexible and full of power."

He was a person who took things very seriously.

Since it was a done deal, Donnie Yen would do his job as action choreographer solidly.

The more brilliant the actors fought, the more glory it brought him.

There was no need to hide anything.

And he also liked Li Luo's skills; they were flexible enough without losing their sharpness.

The movements he had painstakingly choreographed.

Were all completed beautifully.

Because of this, he had nothing to be dissatisfied with now.

"Thank you, Brother Yen."

Li Luo high-fived him with a smile and turned his attention to Charmaine She, who was walking over; she was still wearing the familiar skinny jeans, which hugged her straight legs tightly, leaving no gap between them.

The zipper of her black windbreaker was open, revealing her slender figure underneath.

This gaze was highly aggressive.

Even if Charmaine She wanted to pretend she hadn't noticed, she was still watched until her pace became slightly chaotic.

"Five-minute break."

Seeing there was tong sui to eat, Ye Weixin grabbed the megaphone happily, and he stepped forward to express his gratitude to Charmaine She politely.

Hong Kong was only so big.

Charmaine She's momentum was quite good now; the TV series 'Witness to a Prosecution II' she filmed last year took second place in Hong Kong's ratings, and she was also named one of the six major 'Fa Dans' by TVB, definitely counting as a celebrity in the city.

Even if their circles were different, it was impossible not to know each other.

Now that she was visiting as a guest.

He had to greet her.

Li Luo didn't take the initiative to go over and greet her; who knew what the other party's intentions were? If she wasn't here for him, wouldn't he just be making a fool of himself?

He walked toward the rest area and took the water cup handed to him by Wu Yu.

Seeing him covered in sweat, the little assistant thoughtfully grabbed a towel and wiped his forehead.

Don't look at it as just a short moment in the movie.

When filming, positioning, breaking down moves, and practicing moves—just this work alone took one or two hours; someone without abundant stamina really couldn't play in action movies, and if it were those 'sweet candy' idols.

They probably wouldn't last half a day.

"No need."

Li Luo dodged quickly, avoiding Wu Yu's action: "I need the sweat right now; I need to connect the plot of the movie, and without sweat, it'll be a continuity error."

"Sorry."

The little assistant stuck out her tongue and apologized quickly.

She almost did a bad thing with good intentions.

"I should be the one saying sorry to you."

There was still a fierce fight later, so Li Luo moistened his throat, smiled, and handed the cup back: "It's almost New Year's Eve in two days, and I'm still keeping you in Hong Kong to film; your family must be cursing me for being a black-hearted boss, right?"

"Not at all."

Wu Yu shook her head quickly and nodded: "Brother Luo is filming, so what would it look like if I went home alone?"

"Besides."

She held up her palm and counted her fingers earnestly: "Going back involves planes, trains, buses, and motorcycles; tossing and turning back and forth is tiring enough, and my sister's tuition wouldn't even cost that much."

"I never planned to go back anyway."

After saying the last sentence, she nodded heavily, as if this action could add a lot of credibility to her words.

To keep her boss from feeling guilty, she grinned with a sweet smile.

Li Luo understood the little assistant's situation.

She was a child from the mountains, and her family conditions were very average.

Her monthly salary.

He estimated a significant portion had to be sent home.

He didn't even need to ask about these situations; Wu Yu rarely used cosmetics, her clothes were the same few pieces back and forth, and the loose hoodie she was wearing now was a gift from him when he filmed the 'Anta' commercial.

"Alright."

Li Luo didn't bring up the topic again and reached out to her: "Staying in Hong Kong is fine too; they say there will be fireworks, so we can go join in the fun then."

"Mm, that's right."

Wu Yu smiled and bumped her fist against his.

"Ahem!"

Just at this moment.

A crisp cough sounded from the side.

Turning around, Li Luo looked at Charmaine She standing nearby.

"Tong sui."

The future TVB leading lady uttered these two short words, holding the bowl-shaped takeout box in both hands toward Li Luo.

Her eyes were a bit unfocused; in any case, there was no eye contact.

"Thank you."

As Li Luo took the takeout box, he scratched the back of her hand quickly.

Charmaine She acted as if she had been scalded.

She pulled her hand back like lightning.

She walked back in a panic, but as she walked, Charmaine She seemed to realize something was wrong, shook her long hair, turned her head back, and glared at Li Luo inconspicuously.

It was precisely this action that confirmed some things for Li Luo.

Some exchanges, it seemed, were more than just one night.

He curled his lips.

And showed his white teeth to the other party.

This smile made the woman shake her elegant hair even faster, and she hurried back to where the takeout bags were, continuing to distribute the late-night snacks in a rather flustered manner.

Amidst the words of thanks, she barely managed to steady her mind.

"Tong sui?"

Wu Yu imitated the strange Cantonese accent and asked in Mandarin: "What does that mean?"

"Dessert."

Handing her a portion.

Li Luo thought for a moment, then sat back and opened the lid.

His portion was water chestnut and mung bean soup, and the mango sago on the little assistant's side made her beam with joy.

In an instant.

The sound of eating rang out across the entire set.

Everyone temporarily put down their work to enjoy a little delicacy in the middle of the cold winter.

Finishing the sweet potato tong sui in his hand.

Charmaine She wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue and leaned back against the chair.

She blinked and fixed her eyes on the filming scene ten meters away; in the middle of the field, several actors, including Li Luo, were having their final communication.

It might involve some relatively difficult movements.

Uncle Zhi even used a stunt double.

In fact, the filming set was all too familiar to her.

But in her eyes, there was still intense interest.

This interest.

She might not even have realized it herself.

Based on Charmaine She's experience, the five people in front should be divided into two factions.

The reason was very simple.

The four people led by Ren Dahua were all wearing suits, while only Li Luo was wearing a leather jacket; using inconsistent clothing to bring a subconscious sense of camp division to the audience was a very simple little trick in the film and television industry.

Her gaze fell on that guy's face.

A sense of curiosity arose in Charmaine She's heart; she had heard that the other party was the male lead of this movie.

He had also starred in TV series in the mainland, and she didn't know what his level was.

Under her gaze.

The five people left the slightly open space and stood in the corridor nearby.

"Action!"

Following a sharp, low shout.

Charmaine She felt Li Luo's aura change rapidly, giving people a very oppressive feeling, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

He walked toward the filming area with a face full of sweat and no expression.

On the other side, Ren Dahua and his men followed.

Messy footsteps.

Gathered together quickly.

Colliding with each other, along with their gazes.

Everyone had fire in their eyes.

The positioning was basically finished when Charmaine She arrived, so she didn't know what was going to be filmed next, and she leaned her body forward with interest.

In front of the lens.

The five people stopped.

Just as Charmaine She was looking forward to the next lines, Li Luo, without a word, swung his fist at Ren Dahua with a whistle.

This action startled her so much that she leaned back with him.

Also startled.

Was Ren Dahua.

Even though the distance had been calculated in advance, the fist coming with the force of the wind still made his heart crawl.

"Boom."

He parried with both hands and staggered back, his whole body exiting the camera's range.

To reflect speed, the force of the fight naturally couldn't be too small.

Arms connected.

Shaking Ren Dahua's hands with pain.

Li Luo punched him back, quickly bent down to dodge the punch from Ah Lok, grabbed the other party's clothes, and swung with both arms.

With this force, Ah Lok tumbled over in a sorry state.

Following the momentum of the turn, he leaped into the air with agility.

A lightning-fast spinning kick at Uncle Zhi's stunt double, the sole of his shoe printing heavily onto the stuntman's chest, which was padded with foam; to complete the action, it was naturally impossible to hold back force at this moment.

A thunderous kick.

Kicking out a muffled groan, sending the stuntman stumbling back repeatedly.

Kicking up quite a bit of dust from the ground.

As soon as he landed, Li Luo stared angrily at the long-haired Brother Sheng, lifting one leg high and chopping down on him like an axe.

Even when filming action scenes, he didn't forget to bring emotion.

Otherwise.

The sense of detachment would be very severe.

Facing the downward chop, Brother Sheng swallowed hard and cooperated by bending down.

From the camera's angle, it looked like he had been knocked over by a kick.

The stuntman, who had been kicked breathless just now, seized the rhythm after a second or two of rest and rushed toward Li Luo, flying into the air after just one exchange.

Swung and thrown into the corner.

"Boom!"

The stacked plastic buckets were scattered, rolling all over the floor with a rumble.

In just a few leaps.

Charmaine She was left dumbfounded.

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