Chapter 183 Hot in South Korea

Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

Chapter 183 Hot in South Korea

After being scolded by his boss, Lao Hou shut up angrily and stopped talking.

It's just that my heart is itching like a cat scratching my head. Why can't the boss explain it in detail?

When they arrived at the place, the two of them walked side by side into the rehearsal hall. Within two steps, the crowd gathered around them.

Wang Jiawei's hand had already touched the pen in the inner pocket of his clothes, and then he realized that it was for Huo Yunting.

"Master Huo, you are here."

"Morning, Master Huo."

"Master Huo, I have a little question that I would like to ask you..."

Suddenly, Huo Yunting was surrounded by a swarm of people, pushing him aside.

After laughing twice, Wang Jiawei shook his head and took out his hand from the inner pocket of his clothes. He glanced around and saw Wu Bin in the distance, with an old man with a kind face sitting next to him.

From one look, you can guess that he is also an old-timer.

Pulling away, Ma Liu walked towards the two of them with his legs and feet.

When Huo Yunting finished dealing with this group of people and walked towards the two old men, Wang Jiawei was about to take over.

Huo Yunting quickly stopped him.

"Master Huo, you didn't tell me before that you still have a one-on-fifty record."

Looking at Huo Yunting beside him, Wang Jiawei looked shocked.

He didn't know if he didn't tell him, but he was shocked when he told him. He had already estimated Huo Yunting's actual combat ability as much as possible. After chatting with two seniors today, he realized that he was still conservative.

One dozen fifty, is this something a human being can do?

Huo Yunting waved his hand modestly, "Lucky, lucky."

Then he sat down next to Liu Baoshan and began to discuss targeted enrollment.

Although the training base has been selected, there is still some time before it is completed. And Huo Yunting's team is not even started yet, it can only be said that it has just taken a prototype.

The two finalized some specific matters, and then Huo Yunting hesitantly said, "Master, although we have settled here, are the children in the school willing?"

Although the two of them had a good discussion, it would be embarrassing if no students were willing to come until the last question.

Liu Baoshan laughed and said, "Don't worry, after what I said last time, I went back to school and asked. Those children were very happy."

"Your reputation as Ren Qiu Chuan Chuan Wu is probably more famous in the martial arts circle than in the entertainment circle. Moreover, joining your Huo family class means that you have only half-stepped into the entertainment circle - which

Young people are not interested?”

Speaking of this, Liu Baoshan also rubbed his eyes with some emotion, "After practicing kung fu for many years, I ended up working as a security guard or bodyguard. It's better to give it a try from your Huo family class."

Seeing him say this, Huo Yunting felt relieved.

"Master Huo, you are about to go on stage."

A little girl wearing a hat ran over, said something cautiously and hurried away.

The aura of the four people in front of her was so great that her legs felt a little weak if she stayed with them for a second longer.

"Okay, then I'll stop chatting with you and leave." After greeting the three of them, Huo Yunting stood up and left.

"Hey, my sword?"

…

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Huo Yunting, who was slightly tired, put his long sword back into its scabbard and called Wang Jiawei back.

In fact, the amount of exercise today is not that big. It is mainly due to the constant rescheduling by the directors and planners.

From where to enter, how many minutes and seconds to start, and how long does it take for each person to appear...

The stage of the Spring Festival Gala is jammed tight every second.

In the past, rehearsals were just a run-in, but now that the run-in was almost complete, we started to make detailed arrangements, running up and down and working hard all day long.

Unlike Huo Yunting, who looked tired, Wang Jiawei looked extremely excited. When he came to the rehearsal hall today, he was like a wolf that had entered the flock of sheep.

Every one of them caught is counted as one, and the questions are endless.

In other words, he has a high status and reputation, and no one wants to offend him, otherwise no one will care about him long ago.

"Director Wang, how was your harvest today?" Huo Yunting asked, leaning lazily on the car chair.

"It's been a great harvest. The few days I spent with you, Master Huo, are better than me - what do you mean by a great king?"

"I also know a director named Wang Xiaoshuai. I have to distinguish him from you. He is younger than you, so let's call him Director Xiao Wang."

Wang Jiawei's mouth twitched, "You might as well call me Lao Wang."

"This is clever." Huo Yunting clapped his hands and said, "Old Wang, if you weren't a famous director, I would be enlightened by just one sentence."

Wang Jiawei's eyelids twitched, what a ridiculous nickname.

"Find a place to put me down."

"Where to go?"

"I also want to visit some old masters living in Peiping."

"Then you are busy enough." Huo Yunting smacked his lips, greeted the driver, and found an intersection to drop him off.

"Old Wang, if you don't come back after ten o'clock at night, don't come back. I won't leave the door open for you."

After that, the car drove away in a hurry.

Looking at the back of the car driving away, Wang Jiawei couldn't help laughing and scolding, "How on earth does this kid look like a kung fu master?"

Oddly enough, Huo Yunting has always been very popular among middle-aged and older men. To put it bluntly, they can talk together.

In the car, Lao Hou looked at Huo Yunting in a daze in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

The boss is really awesome. Wang Jiawei is such a big shot, but he is not polite at all. He is frightened by the teasing, for fear that Wang Jiawei will get angry and suddenly become angry.

Huo Yunting looked at the rearview mirror and found that Lao Hou kept looking at himself, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about your spiral handstand and ascending to the sky?"

"No, no way." Lao Hou sneered, "I just thought, boss, you are really awesome, Wang Jiawei is such a smart guy, you talk to him like an old friend."

"Do you think there are few people around me who lick their faces and flatter them?"

Lao Hou was stunned. Shouldn't I call him Boss? I should call him Brother Huo.

However, this idea was just a thought and I didn’t dare to put it into practice.

"Beep beep beep"

"Beep beep beep"

I took out my cell phone and saw that it belonged to Li Cai.

"Hello? Brother Cai, what's wrong?"

"Boss, I have returned from my studies."

"That's good." Huo Yunting was quite pleased.

"I've learned the criminal law by heart."

"...It's a bit of a punishment." Huo Yunting began to feel something was wrong.

"Where are you now? Go back to the studio."

"Okay boss."

"Du...du...du..."

"Lao Hou, go to the studio."

At six or seven o'clock, Huo Yunting arrived at the door of the studio.

By now, all the employees had gone off work, leaving only Li Cai squatting at the door.

"Boss." Li Cai quickly stood up when he saw Huo Yunting coming.

Huo Yunting looked him up and down, and he saw that Li Cai was a little thinner, with hairy hair and thorns on his head, and a pair of glasses, which made him look like a gentle scumbag.

"Have you finished studying in such a short time?" He took out the key and opened the door, "Come in and talk."

I went to the office and handed him a glass of water, "How have you been these past few months?"

After pondering for a long time, Li Cai spoke loudly, "Reborn."

"..."

Damn it, has this kid been brainwashed by Chen Hegao?

On the first day when Li Cai visited Chen Hegao, he did not report Huo Yunting's name because he wanted to test what this man was capable of. Then he was treated to group gymnastics.

After returning home, Li gave him a nickname from the bottom of his heart, Old Man Bakugan.
To be continued...