Chapter 1 Offering Fruit Pei Yan met Zhuang Xiao for the first time in his life, and they visited him to talk about the chance to appear in the American version of Drunken Master.
Within seven steps, he had a real fight with Zhuang Xiao, and his ear was almost split open by the guy's half-move "White Ape Offering Fruit" with one palm.
Just half a move.
His ears were good for him.
No blood vessels burst and blood flowed into rivers on the spot.
However, when he walked out of Zhuang Xiao's house, some blood still flowed from the torn earlobe and flowed onto his shoulders.
Pei Yan debuted at the age of eighteen.
He was not from a formal performing arts major, but he came from an orthodox Kung Fu family.
After three years of fighting in the mixed martial arts national club competition, he rose to prominence and became famous after several fights.
Due to an unexpected and tragic accident, he retired and stopped fighting.
He was only twenty-one years old at that time.
He was a descendant of a well-known and upright family.
He was young, handsome, and had a lot of meat.
He was also very good at fighting.
It would be a pity if he didn't join the entertainment industry.
With his body and face, he entered the entertainment industry.
It is also done in accordance with the trend, and it seems natural to outsiders.
Within two years, Pei Yan made a hit Kung Fu idol romance movie, a remake of the old martial arts champion Su Qier.
Because of the popularity, this tacky movie was shot three times in a row.
Nowadays, the screenwriters of kung fu movies are not good enough in the past few years.
Everyone’s brains are filled with pulp and they can’t find new ideas.
Instead, the trend is to put old wine in new bottles.
All major masterpieces and classics take turns to be stewed in the pot, and the old plots are matched with a few pictures.
Chu Shui's fresh and tender face is a shortcut to evoke the audience's youthful memories and then boost the box office.
Therefore, with the painstaking efforts of his godfather and nanny-like manager Johnny Wu to cultivate and build momentum, Pei Yan became famous and became a high-profile star in the kung fu circle.
To use the sour words of some people, small satellites are about to go up to the sky, orbit the Milky Way, and chase big stars.
Being on the Milky Way can't hide his greater ambition and career pursuits, and he just wants to show his face on the big screen abroad.
Everyone in the industry also knows that flowers bloom outside the wall, and one’s worth increases inside the wall.
If you don't have the ability, just take advantage of the free red carpet in Cannes and the audience at Fashion Week; if you have the ability, go to the big screen and use your real skills.
Pei Yan considers himself to be capable.
He thinks very highly of himself.
"Lao Pei, this opportunity is really good.
The producer approached us privately and made his intentions clear.
They bought the copyright two years ago and have been putting off filming the American version of Drunken Master.
We need a Chinese kung fu actor There are only a few suitable male leads in the industry, and there are some who are too old and not handsome enough.
If we cut off three or two, there will be no one or two left who can play the role.
If you can beat Lao Pei again, you must try this movie.”
His agent, Johnny Wu, was always positive, enthusiastic, far-sighted, and hard-working.
When he came into the room to talk, he had a face stained with sweat from exerting too much effort.
He searched his pocket for a long time but couldn't find a handkerchief, and he picked it up from the lapel of his suit.
He took out his tie and wiped his sweat carefully.
Johnny Wu pinched off three of the five fingers he extended, and gestured to his popular little satellite: Look, the more hard roles that require a bit of technical prowess, the more competitive they can be.
There are not many opponents left.
Comrade Lao Pei had just finished practicing the exercises in the morning.
He came out of the shower room with his head slightly lowered.
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Water was dripping from the top of his head, and the water was flowing across his chest.
"Lao Pei" was the name he asked Johnny Wu to call him.
He said, "Ah Pei, Ah Pei, with such a strong southern accent, you all will call me Lao Pei from now on."
Johnny Wu shook his smile and said, Mr.
Pei, after all, I am two rounds faster than you.
I am Lao Wu and you are Xiao Pei.
There are also those who don’t like to pretend to be young and prefer to act old.
Pei Yan looked up at his manager playfully, "You are older than me, you can beat me."
Whoever has a strong fist is reasonable and who sets the rules.
You can do it.
It's just because of his temper.
Young and energetic, full of pride that refuses to be defeated.
Pei Yan looked at Johnny Wu's two raised fingers: "The remaining two can still act, who can act?"
"You!"
Johnny Wu patted Pei Yan on the shoulder like a parent caring for a child, wiped off the water droplets rolling disobediently on his smooth head, and then helped the proud child put on a coat, barely bending over.
He bent down to help the child carry his shoes.
Johnny Wu said very honestly: "I think Zhuang Xiao can also act.
Mr.
Zhuang is really good.
He has been working there for a few years.
Hollywood film producers recognize his fame and skills.
After all, he debuted several years before you." ah" Pei Yan looked at the water dripping from his head, unable to refute this.
Zhuang Xiao is very famous.
He has been in the industry for many years.
He also respects the seniors in the industry and has admired his name for a long time.
Pei Yan usually doesn't like to talk nonsense, but he is very high-spirited and holds something in his heart, never procrastinating or being sloppy.
He and his agent had a rough discussion here, and he flew to Los Angeles a few days later, took the initiative to talk to an agent, met with the film director, and went to the studio to audition for things that he could do within his capabilities.
He quietly took the first step.
Done, the last thing is to visit Mr.
Zhuang in Irvine next door.
Come to visit Zhuang Xiao uninvited.
Yes, there is such an opportunity to remake the blockbuster Drunken Master.
It is rare for the male lead to be a Chinese character.
According to the producers, only the two of us can play the role.
Let’s choose one of the two and let’s talk about it.
Mr.
Zhuang, do you really want to act?
I want to act too.
Pei Yan has tried out all the possible roles, and personally went into battle, trying out several fighting scenes that were bound to appear in the script.
He wanted to prove to the director and producers that he could perform the scenes of flying down from a three-story building, flying on a motorcycle, and performing several different martial arts routines without using plaster casts or using stunt doubles.
He really wanted to be in this show, really wanted to get ahead, and use this bridge to get into Hollywood.
The kung fu circle is actually very small.
A group of martial arts practitioners are located on the top of a hill.
They usually avoid direct heated encounters with each other, but they all know each other's names and are not rude.
It is said that there is an unwritten rule in this circle.
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If you want to matchmaking and "enter" Hollywood, you must first visit Mr.
Zhuang, bow your head, offer a cup of tea, and call "big brother".
This is polite to the seniors.
Whoever lets him Zhuang Xiao is qualified.
Lao, he entered the industry early, and he was the first to cross the ocean and become gold-plated.
To say that Zhuang Xiao is an "old-timer" is not really that old.
He is only a few years older than Pei Yan.
Pei Yan only entered the industry at the age of twenty-one, and Zhuang Xiao appeared on the big screen at the age of eleven.
I was born at the right time, and I just happened to catch up with the golden age of kung fu movies, the glorious years when the best and most awesome people were on stage and behind the scenes.
At that time, a Hong Kong director was planning to make a movie about young fighting boys.
He went to the mainland to select young actors and specified that he wanted new faces.
He chose 11-year-old Zhuang Xiao from a club in Daxing County.
The script of the movie is very good, it is both passionate and tragic.
The figure on the boxing ring is thin and thin, the young man's face is covered with blood, and the vicissitudes of his eyes have been strangled by the cruel laws of life, and the last inch of innocence has been wiped out, and the blood has dried up and the tears have dried up.
The ending of the film is so heroic that I wish I could wipe out the protagonist and the supporting cast.
This kind of film is aimed directly at winning awards.
Zhuang Xiao became famous at a young age.
This film alone can last for half a lifetime, and he won the youngest Best Actor Award in the history of Cannes. .
In today's industry, there are not many people who have been lucky enough to have made films with the Kung Fu film directors and superstars of the 1990s.
Zhuang Xiao is one of the only ones who is still acting and fighting.
Therefore, many people say that the last glimmer of kung fu and martial arts films at the end of the last century rests on the shoulders of Zhuang Xiao, the last real "hero" on the screen.
Pei Yan asked Johnny Wu to call Mr.
Zhuang's house.
Half an hour after the call, he was already at the gate of Zhuang Xiao's house, making the other party unable to refuse his visit.
Zhuang Xiao's house in Irvine looks good, it's a large mansion with a swimming pool.
After all, he is a famous star in the industry for a long time, so this person is definitely not short of money.
There was a circle of people greeting Mr.
Pei in the house.
Pei Yan generally knew the faces, and they were all seen on the screen.
They were the martial arts brothers from the famous "Zhuang Class".
They face each other coldly, and there is strength in numbers.
All of them had slightly bulging veins, and they stared at him, Pei Yan, as if they wanted to kick him out of the room and into the sea.
The California sun is very poisonous.
It shines through the glass door and is hot on the body.
Pei Yan's forehead is reflected, and his eyebrows are black and white.
He has a shiny bald head, a long and thin face, slender eyes and thin lips.
Just because he is young and handsome, he dares to shave his head, and even his bald head will turn red.
When Pei Yan clasped his fists in greeting without being humble or arrogant, the atmosphere in the house was already tense.
The next second, Fatty Bao came out from behind the sofa and pulled Johnny Wu over with quick eyesight, temporarily easing the situation that was almost about to burst into flames.
Fatty Bao’s name is Bao Pengzhi, and he is Zhuang Xiao’s manager.
The two agents shook hands and exchanged greetings in a pretentious manner, both smiling.
The "zipper" that controlled the opening and closing of the upper and lower lips could be opened and closed freely, as if they were so familiar.
Johnny Wu smiled and said: "I've been seeing you for a long time.
Hello, Mr.
Bao.
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My surname is Wu.
Everyone usually calls me Johnny."
Fatty Bao responded with a hehe expression: "I have long admired you, Mr.
Wu Junde.
He is handsome and virtuous.
Your surname is Wu Wu." "" Johnny Wu's smile muscles trembled and he had a good temper.
"It doesn't matter what you call it.
Our Lao Pei specially stopped by today to visit.
We just want to talk to Mr.
Zhuang and what he thinks about the prospects of the movie Drunken Master."
Fatty Bao said: "We, Mr.
Zhuang, have opinions on who is suitable for this film, and whoever can play it can go up and fight."
Johnny Wu said: "Can we fight more than one family?
Besides, this is a movie, and it's not really a ring, it's not just fistfights.
Casting also pays attention to other factors.
The film crew and director invited us to come over for an audition.
Isn't this just an audition?
I'm passing by to see Mr.
Zhuang."
Fatty Bao: "The film crew also invited us to audition."
Johnny Wu: "Oh so."
Pei Yan stood aside and suddenly interrupted: "You have already auditioned, what did the director say?"
Bao Pengzhi thought that if you ask me, I will tell you the truth.
"The director said that he has admired Mr.
Zhuang's reputation for a long time and wanted to make a traditional and pure Chinese Kung Fu film, so he wanted to find the most suitable person to star in it.
What he wanted was Mr.
Zhuang's brand overseas and in the mainland."
Bao Pengzhi said in the second half of the picture There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were not smiling.
"Also, our team has been selected for the action design of this film.
We just need to sign the final contract."
Fatty Bao added with a smile, sat back on the sofa, and bounced the sofa cushions happily and domineeringly.
Looking at Pei Yan, disappointment suddenly appeared on his face.
Since the action design has decided on the Zhuang class, the character is most likely Zhuang Xiao.
Otherwise, it's unreasonable.
Your crew wants to use Zhuang Xiao's troops as martial arts, and you have the guts to throw out the boss of the banker's team after eating this one pot of rice.
There are more than 20 people in the dealer class, which is recognized as the best martial arts team in the industry.
It seems that there is no fight anymore, unless Zhuang Xiao resigns himself, the schedule is inconsistent or he is unwilling to perform.
It’s so easy for newcomers to compete for the top spot and try to steal the pie from the old guys’ plate.
Why do you stand out just because you’re a brat with no hair?
Bao Pengzhi stood up again, stretched out his hand again, and planned to shake hands with Pei Yan.
He was about to see off the guests, and he didn't even give him a sip of tea.
Pei Yan stood still and didn't reach out.
Zhuang Xiao didn't even show his face, so he just dismissed him.
Pei Yan asked: "Is Mr.
Zhuang at home?
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I want to have a chat with him."
Someone on the side couldn't stand it anymore.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, lifted up Fatty Bao's hand, and stretched it directly towards Pei Yan.
The sound of the wind passed by, and the fists and kicks were already in full swing.
Several palms struck Pei Yan's face fiercely, trying to smash his face.
The person's eyes were filled with hatred and his eyes were dark red.
He was a martial artist from Zhuang's class named Sa Risheng, who was even older than He is lighter and more explosive than Pei Yan.
"Look for my brother, get past me first."
Sarisheng's palms were strong and powerful, and he used his palms and legs together to kick him up one after another, forcing Pei Yan to retreat.
Pei Yan cartwheeled and jumped over the sofa "Xiao Sa" someone shouted around.
"This, this is not good, we are here to visit sincerely, we are not here to fight, this, this is too much."
Johnny Wu's face was full of shock, and he wanted to stop him, but was directly hit by the moved sofa and hit his stomach, staggering to the side.
Even with Uncle Wu's physique, even if the three of them were bundled together and used as sacks, they couldn't resist Sa Risheng's kick.
"Pei, if you dare to come, don't leave this house."
Sarisheng bit the corner of his mouth and hit Pei Yan's shoulder with his palm.
His palm turned into claws and grabbed Pei Yan's clothes.
Half of the clothes were torn directly from the collar to the arms.
Bao Pengzhi just showed his kindness and asked Pei Yan to retreat quickly when he saw the difficulties.
Everyone in the same circle should not make trouble and not damage the harmony between the two families.
Let the conversation stop at the movie Drunken Master and the business.
Don't talk about the unpleasant old things and the grievances that are difficult to resolve between the two parties.
"Xiao Sa, what are you doing?
Don't hit him too lightly or too hard."
Fatty Bao yelled several times with his eyes wide open, but he was fat and didn't know how to fight.
It was useless to yell and couldn't stop anyone.
The boys in the circle next to him were eager to try, and they were about to attack and start a group fight.
Pei Yan suddenly lost his expression at that moment, biting the corners of his mouth fiercely, and started to fight back after receiving a few palms from Sarisheng.
It was you who made the first move, and the clothes on my shoulders were torn, and you did it for nothing.
Wrong shoulder, elbow attack, direct attack, upper knee.
When Pei Yan swung his flying leg, he threw out a powerful and heavy whip leg, and his kick was also fierce.
His knee hit Sarisheng's ribs hard, just like when he was in the fighting ring, winning one battle after another, KOing his opponent, this is how he fought.
He hit the opponent with a flying knee and bent down before he was hit.
He then swept his legs and entered the ending of the ground fight that he is best at.
He twisted the opponent's knee joint in a crushing manner, pressed the thigh from behind, pinched the knee, hugged the calf, and twisted it sideways.
Sarisheng screamed in pain, his young face was covered in sweat and his face turned pale.
If Pei Yan exerted all his strength this time, his knees and calves would be useless.
The entire fighting technique takes less than ten seconds, and the movements are smooth and lightning fast.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, and immediately stopped their attempts to attack, and fell into silence.
Fatty Bao was always able to stretch and bend, so he quickly shouted: "I know you are powerful, Mr.
Pei, there is no need for us to do anything serious.
It will hurt people and hurt our temper.
Please let go, please let go."
Who can fight Let your boss show his face.
Pei Yan didn't speak at all.
He raised his eyes and scanned the people around him.
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So crazy.
Coming from a fighting athlete background, it has only been two years since he retired and entered the entertainment industry.
His skills have not been wasted yet, and he is in his prime.
That day, in Zhuang Xiao's house, Pei Yan twisted Sa Risheng's calf, causing him to scream in agony.
The person he wanted to see finally showed up.
It was also the first time that he came into contact with Zhuang Xiao behind the screen.
When Zhuang Xiao walked from the backyard porch of his home, he had sunshine on his shoulders, a white shirt and black trousers, and his hair tied into a bun on the back of his head.
Zhuang Xiao said distantly: "What are you doing?
Just let go."
Pei Yan's first impression of Zhuang Xiao was that he was really not photogenic in acting.
He looked much better in person than on the screen.
What's more, in movies, it is often necessary to make "injury makeup" with blood all over the face, bruises and swollen nose, deliberately acting miserable to express heroism, and even making handsome men look ugly in order to show off their acting skills.
Zhuang Xiao himself is very handsome, with dark eyebrows and bright eyes, a straight nose bridge, and lips.
He had a short, neatly trimmed beard, and his face was flawless.
He was still kneeling, pressing down on Sa Risheng.
He just raised his head and traced Zhuang Xiao, trying to figure out how to discuss the movie with him and win the role.
He did not immediately let go of Sa Risheng's calf.
If you squeeze for a few more minutes, you won't be able to break the opponent's legs, and he won't be able to exert any force.
"Xiao Sa, let go and get up."
Zhuang Xiao looked at the person lying on the ground.
Sarisheng's expression was painful.
He would have gotten up long ago if he could get away.
He likes to lie down.
"Old Bao, Xiao Sa, you don't greet your colleagues like you."
Zhuang Xiao seemed to smile, his lips moved, and he fairly criticized his own family for being rude to guests.
People who practice martial arts will not easily fight with others and do not engage in wild fights.
Fighting seems particularly untutored and unruly.
"Brother Ereltu is like that.
He can never stand up or wake up again."
Sarisheng's face hit the ground, grinning in pain, but he still yelled this sentence, and there was clearly something moist in his eyes. , I wish I could tear the person named Pei to pieces with my hands.
Xiao Sa seldom even speaks a complete sentence.
He is very introverted and does not easily get involved with anyone.
He is definitely not a wild child without tutoring.
Zhuang Xiao stopped Sa Risheng from continuing with his eyes, and forced the tears from Xiao Sa's eyes back with two glances.
Can you not mention it?
If you mention it, don't cry.
"In that game, it was just a matter of inches.
I didn't foul."
Pei Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Sa Risheng struggling under his knees, and said this in return.
Being under the other person's roof and not even saying a word of apology is simply adding fuel to the fire and deserves a beating, but this is Pei Yan's temper.
In a national standard arena match, three referees were watching the scene.
The rules were strict and the regulations were strict.
I didn't commit any fouls.
I was aboveboard.
"You didn't fucking commit a foul."
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Sa Risheng's roar was once again suppressed by him by knee-breaking.
He couldn't roar out, sweated more, and shivered in pain.
Pei Yan did not let go, and his subordinates secretly exerted their strength, intending to give Sa Risheng some color.
If you insist on hitting my heart and bringing up things that make me uncomfortable, just lie down and I will let you hurt for a while.
He looked at Zhuang Xiao from bottom to top and greeted him with his eyes.
The frustration of being forced to retire and his strong desire to compete made him feel deeply buried in his chest, and he blurted out: "Mr.
Zhuang, your agent just said, whoever is suitable will play the role, and whoever can fight will be beaten."
Before he finished speaking, he didn't see clearly how Zhuang Xiao walked in front of him.
It seems that the person has not moved at all, and is still strolling under the porch in the sunshine, and the palm has been slapped in front of the eyebrow.
The hand cut across his neck with such force that it almost cut off his windpipe.
Unprepared, he quickly let go and leaned back violently.
Zhuang Xiao's broad chest blocked the light in front of him That hand was holding his lower jaw forward, slashing and thrusting, using only one hand and not moving the other hand.
It was just a half-move of "White Ape Offering Fruit".
Pei Yan's eyes were filled with stars.
His neck was split back and his cervical vertebrae made a sound, which made him tremble with fear.
He was knocked away by this palm and fell to the ground.
Sharp pain shot out from his left earlobe.
Only then did he realize that Zhuang Xiao just said "What are you doing?"
because he was not letting the children do anything with him.
This man probably also holds a grudge.
He has wanted to slap him in the face for a long time.
Today he finally found the opportunity.
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