Chapter 207

Looking at the bewildered young assistant, Li Luo smiled and explained a few words.

Indicating that Lin Yue's visit this time.

Was to discuss cooperation.

In two months, everyone would be colleagues; with a few simple sentences, he smoothed over the matter of Lin Yue suddenly coming to Hong Kong. Everyone was discussing serious business, and it was only natural to have private contact.

Wu Yu quickly reacted and greeted Lin Yue solemnly.

She also took the red envelope with a grin.

One more leader meant one more leader; she also hoped Li Luo's career would develop better and better.

Just like the blessing from earlier.

May everything go as you wish!

After the three of them exchanged New Year greetings, they drove straight to a teahouse to taste Hong Kong-style dim sum.

After tasting all the delicacies, they moved on to the Wong Tai Sin Temple.

Regardless of whether it was effective or not.

Worship first, talk later.

There were quite a lot of people coming to burn incense on the first day of the Lunar New Year, making the Wong Tai Sin Temple noisy; it was finally the turn of the three of them.

Under Li Luo's lead.

The three of them lit incense together and inserted it into the incense burner.

Praying for peace and joy this year.

Although the weather was cold, the three who had finished worshipping were still excitedly shopping around.

Enjoying the Spring Festival atmosphere.

Back at the hotel that night, Wu Yu opened the red envelope and found she had received a huge sum of 21,000 yuan, rolling back and forth on the bed in excitement.

Also rolling around.

Was our Manager Lin 'Da'.

Thinking that she could openly and frequently stay with Li Luo in the future, Lin Yue was so excited she felt like she was going crazy, desperately catering to the other party's needs until she lost consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second day of the New Year.

That evening.

The three went straight to Victoria Harbour.

Although the weather was not great and a light drizzle had started, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the Hong Kong public at all.

Nearly 300,000 people gathered on both banks, excitedly enjoying the Year of the Monkey fireworks display; the full 23 minutes of explosions left Victoria Harbour filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

Also amidst the fireworks in the sky.

Li Luo, Lin Yue, and Wu Yu, with the help of passersby, left behind a happy group photo.

The third day of the New Year.

Lin Yue left Hong Kong.

Although she wanted to stay for a few more days, she couldn't completely abandon the matters at home; however, compared to when she arrived, she seemed reborn, with a brand-new spirit.

The fourth day of the New Year.

Back to work!

The public holiday for the Spring Festival in Hong Kong is generally only three days.

After that, all walks of life resumed work one after another.

The film crew was no exception.

Arriving at the police station set, from the moment he got out of the car, the shouts of "Happy New Year, Brother Luo" were endless; everyone knew there were New Year red envelopes to collect, so naturally, everyone was present today, and the crew was exceptionally lively.

Holding a large stack of red envelopes, Li Luo happily handed them out to everyone he saw.

"Thank you, Brother Luo."

"Congratulations, Brother Luo, may you get rich in the New Year."

All kinds of congratulations sounded before him; in no time, the crew members automatically and consciously lined up in a long queue before him, laughing and joking.

Collecting red envelopes, after all, requires some tact.

Don't make people run around handing them out; that would be too insensitive!

"Happy New Year... you too."

Seeing Hong Tianming standing before him with a cheap grin, Li Luo's tongue almost tied, and he stuffed a red envelope to this guy, unable to laugh or cry.

He was someone who had already finished filming!

Yet he ran back to collect New Year's luck; he was truly shameless.

"Thank you, Brother Luo."

Hong Tianming, dressed like a red envelope himself, took the red envelope and shook it triumphantly in his hand: "May you get rich in the New Year; you go ahead and get busy, I have another crew to go to, I'm incredibly busy today."

Amidst a burst of laughter, he waved his hand and left the set in a swagger.

Hong Tianming really didn't lack this money.

He mainly used this opportunity to pay New Year greetings to a group of friends, saving himself from visiting them one by one.

By the time Li Luo's facial muscles were sore from smiling, the bag Wu Yu was carrying had also gone from bulging to empty; in a few minutes of effort, the red envelopes inside had almost vanished.

After handing out red envelopes, it was time to collect them!

Wu Dun, Huang Bogao, Hong Jinbao, Zhang Long, and others—as long as they were older than him, he didn't let a single one go.

Gao Xixi happily, he took a large pile of red envelopes, and everyone took a New Year group photo together.

Only then did they slowly start filming.

After filming for only a few hours, the crew moved to the hotel.

To have a spring-opening meal for everyone.

Thereby officially announcing.

The holiday was over.

"Brother Luo."

The crew's behind-the-scenes photographer aimed the lens at Li Luo, helping potential future viewers ask: "What scenes are we filming tonight? I see you've been practicing reloading here the whole time."

"I play an inspector in the play."

Li Luo slid his palm, and the revolver's cylinder rotated rapidly: "There is a short gunfight scene coming up, so I need to practice reloading techniques."

With a light press of his finger, the cylinder stopped rotating.

Don't look at it as just a prop gun.

The texture was no different from the real thing, and it rotated very smoothly.

Wiping it against his body, he grabbed the speed loader.

And jammed it into the cylinder.

This thing was for pre-loading six bullets into a fixed small container; when it was time to reload, one could pick it up and stuff all six bullets into the cylinder at once.

In a gunfight, a second or two is often the difference between life and death.

It could be considered a very practical firearm accessory.

With a crisp 'click', the cylinder was quickly flicked back into place by Li Luo.

Time moved forward another dozen days, and it was already February; Wu Jing officially joined the crew, and today they were filming one of his major scenes: slaughtering Ah Le on the football field under the overpass.

In the midst of this, Li Luo also had a certain amount of screen time.

He was currently in the waiting stage.

"Okay, then you go ahead and get busy."

The photographer filmed Li Luo's movements once, then stepped toward the small football field nearby; it was brightly lit, and Wu Jing, with his hair dyed blonde, was gesturing with a short knife under the guidance of the Zhen family class members.

As his arms swung up and down, cold light flickered.

He looked like a 'Shamate' youth, but there was a bit more ruthlessness on that baby face.

After practicing a few times, Li Luo spun his gun and walked to the side of the football field.

Watching the upcoming performance.

First, under the pull of the wire, Wu Jing leaped over the goalpost more than a meter high, swung his foot onto the stuntman's shoulder with extreme grace; after the stuntman retreated in pain, he also fell onto the sponge mat.

The camera shifted, and Wu Jing displayed his strength as a martial arts champion.

His hands whipped toward the stuntman like lashes.

The extremely swift movements made it impossible for the stuntman to parry, and there was no way to choreograph the moves properly.

But it fit the current situation perfectly.

Ah Le, at this moment, had no power to fight back at all.

Watching the exciting fight scene, Li Luo spun his pistol, wishing he could go up and take a few shots himself; this movie should be considered Wu Jing's transformation work, bringing surprises to many people.

For this reason, he had the opportunity to play the major villain in 'Fatal Contact'.

Successfully winning a Golden Horse Award nomination.

Not the award, just a nomination, but to get a nomination for one of the three major awards based on an action film was already considered very successful.

Action films have traditionally never caught the eyes of those mainstream awards.

Waited for an hour.

Finally, it was his turn to go on stage.

"Ah Luo."

Wu Jing walked over, panting, and sat on the actor's chair: "How familiar are you with it?"

"Pretty good."

Li Luo smiled and gave a casual flick, and the revolver spun flexibly: "Brother Jing, your skills are really good; tomorrow when we fight in the alley, you have to go easy on me!"

"Damn."

Wu Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but complain: "In the script, I have a knife and you have a baton; it's impossible for me to really stab you with a knife, but you can hit me however you want—so tell me, who is going easy on whom?"

Hearing this, Li Luo laughed out loud.

That was indeed the logic; the knife and the police baton were both fake, but the knife was a fake knife, while the baton was a real wooden stick.

Who was at a disadvantage and who was taking advantage in that scene was clear at a glance!

A few short sentences.

The two walked toward their respective positions.

By the roadside.

In the flower bed.

At Ye Weixin's command, Li Luo, dressed in leather, quickly darted out from behind the camera, pulled the trigger through a wire fence toward the football field, attempting to stop Wu Jing, who was waving a knife to assassinate Ah Le.

The gun was a prop, but it was made quite well.

When pulling the trigger.

The muzzle would even burst with tongues of fire, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the air, giving Li Luo a very realistic experience.

The explosive points inside were all preset.

At the same time as pulling the trigger, sparks splashed inside, looking just like a real gunshot.

After just a few shots.

Both sides fell into a stalemate.

The camera shifted to a big close-up of Li Luo: opening the cylinder, clearing the casings, reloading, and resetting—Ye Weixin required him to complete this set of actions within five seconds.

Not only fast, but also cool.

This meant he could only glance slightly at the revolver in his hand, while his attention had to remain focused ahead, needing to bring out that feeling of not having to think too much, a completely conditioned reflex.

Despite extensive practice.

When filming this take, it still took five or six tries before it was done.

Then continued filming.

When Ah Le had his throat slit by Wu Jing, the former delivered a very brilliant performance here; the terror, despair, and twitching before death were all displayed very well in front of the camera.

After the two finished filming, it was Li Luo's close-up turn.

He didn't intend to copy Donnie Yen's interpretation; when acting, one still needs to bring out one's own stuff.

And at this time.

Donnie Yen's foundation in dramatic acting was still relatively weak.

For this segment, Li Luo remembered that guy used a lot of body language to express emotions externally, but the resulting effect was relatively poor.

It wasn't until after 'Ip Man' that the other party's acting began to slowly mature.

So Li Luo didn't need to draw reference from it.

"Help me run the scene."

Jumping in place a few times, Li Luo beckoned to Wu Jing and Ah Le.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it alone.

But having someone help run it would make the feeling better.

"No problem."

The two who were just fighting to the death looked at each other and walked quickly behind the camera; Wu Jing even handed over the prop knife, and Ah Le's actor also struck a desperate pose.

Their blood-stained appearance looked scary.

If it weren't for the surrounding cameras and lights, passersby in the distance would have taken out their phones to dial 999.

"Just give a signal when you're ready."

After Ye Weixin confirmed there were no issues with the positioning, he returned behind the monitor.

Closing his eyes.

Li Luo began to brew his emotions.

Although Ma Jun had only arrived at this squad for two days, and there had been intense confrontations during this period, it wasn't without moments of warmth; ever since choosing to stand with these few people.

In his heart, he had already accepted these subordinates as his own.

Watching his colleague get killed.

Yet being powerless to help.

That feeling of despair and anger must be very intense.

Taking a deep breath, Li Luo slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Ah Le, who was covered in blood inside the wire fence, that feeling slowly began to well up in his heart.

He pursed his lips and raised the pistol.

"Action."

Ye Weixin noticed his expression and grabbed the walkie-talkie to signal the scene to start.

And he also stared closely at the monitor.

On the screen, the close-up shot clearly showed the sweat on Li Luo's forehead, while the revolver held in his hand was somewhat out of focus; the blurred firearm signaled Ma Jun's powerlessness.

The entire composition made Ye Weixin very satisfied.

On screen.

Li Luo stared fixedly at the side of the lens.

Seemingly making no movements, yet the pistol he held began to tremble slowly.

Immediately after, his eyes also loosened.

Carrying a hint of pleading.

And his head also swayed slightly; this was abandoning his usual toughness, pleading with the killer played by Wu Jing not to do that.

The detailed performance made Ye Weixin couldn't help but adjust his glasses.

He leaned closer to the monitor, watching intently.

A director can only give some ideas most of the time; the specific effect presented in front of the camera still has to be realized by the actors. Good actors can turn stones into gold.

Poor actors can only try to force it.

The next moment.

Li Luo's entire expression froze, and his eyes became horrified.

His body swayed forward.

But stopped again.

Not only did his cheeks bulge tightly, but his eye sockets also quickly turned red.

The gun in his hand swayed up and down.

The feeling it gave was that he couldn't hold it steady anymore, but was still struggling to support himself to raise it.

Finally, the pistol dropped.

Li Luo looked at Ah Le, who was covered in blood before him, his five fingers desperately gripping the wire fence in front of him, even pressing his head against it; his flushed face and bulging veins made him look more like a trapped beast in a cage.

"Ah~"

An unconscious low roar came from his mouth.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it was very chilling!

That kind of self-blame and powerless grief made Wu Jing and Ah Le, who were standing next to the camera, retreat a step in unison.

Watching Li Luo's eyes become bloodshot in just a few seconds.

They couldn't help but lick their lips.

Wu Jing secretly gritted his teeth; he felt he had performed well enough just now.

But now.

He was still instantly crushed.

"Good!"

Behind the monitor, Ye Weixin's thumb was held high: "Ah Luo is good, very great, this take is a direct pass."

Inside the set, scattered applause rang out.

To show encouragement.

Li Luo gripped the revolver in his hand and quickly collected his emotions, preparing for the next take.

The endless stream of traffic gradually became sparse.

The lights here at the football field.

Also dimmed one by one.

Greetings echoed one after another, and the staff members dragged their tired steps home one by one.

"Ah Luo."

Wu Jing picked up a towel and quickly wiped his face, lifting his chin: "Let's go, let's find a street food stall for a late-night snack; there's a place where the stir-fried beef noodles are very good, want to have a drink with Brother Jing?"

Having been in Hong Kong for a while, he was now very accustomed to life here.

"No problem."

Li Luo flicked his jacket and grinned.