Chapter 27 You are not worthy of the name of Chuanwu (please read it on Tuesday!!)

After getting off the plane, I called a taxi to go to Chedun Film and Television Base.

Along the way, Huo Yunting looked at the scenery to the left and right, which was full of tall buildings, no worse than in Peiping.

Huo Yunting couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is indeed a magical city.

But behind these rows of high-rise buildings, it is difficult for people to notice the dilapidated tiled bungalows.

Arriving at Chedun Film and Television Base, a row of dense green forests separates the film and television city from the outside world.

Huo Yunting got out of the car and called Yuan Hua again. Yuan Hua asked him to go directly to Mahler Villa.

Most of the Chedun film and television bases are buildings that imitate the Shanghai culture of the 1920s.

I have to say, it is very targeted.

When we arrived at Villa Mahler, we saw a series of Western-style buildings with garden fountains.

But the only thing I didn't see was the logo of the "Kung Fu" crew.

I called Yuan Hua again and he said someone would pick him up shortly.

I found a more conspicuous place to sit down, took out a cigarette and lit it.

According to his experience as an extra in Peking, he might have to wait for an hour.

"Young man, why don't you smoke a cigarette?"

Turning around, I saw a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties not far away. She was playing with a lighter in her left hand and the cigarette case in her right hand was empty.

"Okay, you can get it yourself."

"Thanks. Wow, big front door? I've never had one before."

This eldest sister was not tall in stature, but she had a resolute aura between her eyebrows. Huo Yunting took one look at her and guessed that she was also a practitioner.

"Sister, are you here to audition to be an actor?"

"Oh, I'm coming with my junior sister." She said this casually, as if everything was not as important as the cigarette she was holding in her mouth.

Sure enough, he is indeed a practicing master.

Huo Yunting became interested. Most boxers in the south were small boxers, and he didn't have much experience.

Judging from the Cantonese accent of this elder sister, she must be from a southern sect?

Cai Lifu? Wing Chun? Mahatma Pigua? Tongbei?

He cupped his hands and said, "May I ask this eldest sister, which sect she belongs to?"

Before the middle-aged woman could reply, a man with disheveled hair ran from a distance, jumped to the nearby steps and shouted.

"Huo Yunting! Who is Huo Yunting?"

This person was Zhou Xingchi. He recognized him at a glance.

When I was young, before I had this strange disease, I often watched Stephen Chow's movies, and his face was deeply etched in my memory.

However, is it a bit too much for the director to come personally to greet an interview candidate who has not yet been officially admitted to the cast?

He stood up and waved his hand in the direction of Zhou Xingchi, "Director Zhou, I am."

Seeing him waving, Zhou Xingchi ran over and looked at him curiously, as if he wanted to see him from inside to outside.

"Director Zhou?"

"Ah, hello, hello, Huo Yunting, right? Come with me."

The two of them turned to leave, but Zhou Xingchi suddenly stopped and looked at the middle-aged woman squatting next to them smoking.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Sister Yuanqiu?"

Yuan Qiu?

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment. Are you from the Yuan family class again?

"What's the matter?"

Stephen Chow suddenly became interested and squatted directly next to her.

"Sister Qiu, I suddenly found that you are very suitable for the role of a housewife. How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"

Yuan Qiu frowned, "What are you doing? I've been married for how many years. And I'm here with Xiao Ju."

"No, Sister Qiu, suitability is the most important thing. The way you felt when you smoked just now...it's so right!"

Thinking that Huo Yunting was still standing behind him, Zhou Xingchi pointed to a path in front and said, "Ah, you go in first and walk from there."

"Okay, Director Zhou."

Walking towards the path pointed by Zhou Xingchi, Huo Yunting felt extremely strange in his heart.

Everything about this thing is weird.

This feeling has become more and more obvious since I arrived at Villa Mahler.

How can I, a fringe interviewer who has not yet been officially admitted to the cast, be worthy of being personally greeted by the director?

If it was Zhou Xingchi who was interested in him, why did he get close to Yuan Qiu within two minutes of meeting him?

Even when I came here, there was no script, no preparation, and I didn’t even know who I was going to play.

Strange.

This thing is really fucking weird.

If it doesn't work out, just ask for the air ticket money and leave.

Walking in from the trail, after turning a few corners, I saw an upright board with the two characters "Kung Fu" engraved on it.

A clearing surrounded by bushes was crowded with people.

Some people were holding pieces of paper and reciting their lines emotionally, some were using their hands and feet, punching and kicking, showing off their martial arts skills, and some were interviewing for roles.

It can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all the five internal organs.

So where should he stay?

While he was thinking about it, a man with gold-rimmed glasses walked towards him, which made Huo Yunting think of the pickpocket.

Are these gold-rimmed glasses so rare?

"Hey, don't be stunned. What do you do? Which role are you interviewing for?"

As he spoke with gold-rimmed glasses, he took out a pen and paper to record.

"……I have no idea."

"I don't know?" The gold-rimmed glasses were stunned for a moment, "I don't know how you found this place? Then you know your own name, right?"

"Huo Yunting."

"Huo...Yun——Huo Yunting?"

The middle-aged man stopped writing quickly, put away his pen and paper, and ran while shouting.

"Brother Hua! Brother Hua! The Huo Yunting you mentioned is here!"

The sound was very loud and sharp, causing many people in the open space to stop what they were doing and look in his direction.

Then the roaring buzz of mosquitoes spread.

It vaguely sounded like they were discussing themselves.

Huo Yunting became impatient. He didn't like the feeling of being watched.

"Hey, Huo Yunting, right? Hello, hello."

A lean middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand towards Huo Yunting.

Although he looks thin, he is very energetic.

The outstretched arm had clearly defined muscles.

"……Hello."

The two shook hands, and Yuan Hua put his arm around his shoulders and led him to Hong Jinbao.

"Senior Brother, look at him, he is very strong."

Huo Yunting raised his eyelids slightly, he was from the Yuan family class again.

Counting Yuan Qiu outside and the junior sister he mentioned, there are already four members of the Yuan family class.

Hong Jinbao stared at the tea cup and took a sip without looking up.

"Young man, are you Huo Yunting?"

He didn't like this method of interrogation, but since the person asking the question was Hong Jinbao, he still nodded.

"right."

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?"
To be continued...