101: Of course, the older brother can change actors whenever he wants!

Zhao Wei's face turned even redder.

It wasn't what they fucking thought, okay?

How was she supposed to explain this?

In the blink of an eye, everyone quickly walked away, distancing themselves from her.

"..."

Zhao Wei stood there, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Dammit, she'd seen people forcing a palace coup, but never people forcing someone to take a dump.

But she really did want to hide, or perhaps just stop playing this role altogether.

However, as soon as that thought arose, she suppressed it.

Back then, she had signed a contract with Stephen Chow, and the penalty for breach of contract was ten times her salary.

The staggering figure made her stop in her tracks instantly.

She still didn't have the courage to quit.

Over there, Stephen Chow had also sensed something unusual from the way Lin Pei was looking at Zhao Wei.

As the saying goes, the look of wanting to "knife" someone cannot be hidden.

Stephen Chow immediately nodded solemnly.

"Big Brother, do you want to change the actor?"

"Alright, if Big Brother says to change her, we naturally must change her!"

He also disliked Zhao Wei's pro-Japanese behavior; it was just that he hadn't been watching the news recently.

It was only the day after signing the contract with Zhao Wei that he heard about her recent negative news.

It was too late to regret it.

Everyone trembled with fear upon hearing this.

They had never seen such a quick reversal.

Just a moment ago, everyone wanted to replace the young man, but in that short time, the young man had become the director's "Big Brother" and wanted to replace someone else.

They didn't expect that even Star Lord would be so obedient to this Big Brother; if Big Brother said to change an actor, he would change them.

They were wrong; they shouldn't have questioned Big Brother's identity earlier.

Now they only hoped they wouldn't be the ones replaced.

Lin Pei originally just wanted to ask the crowd which actor they had suggested replacing.

Hearing Stephen Chow say this, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Wei.

In his past life, Zhao Wei was eventually blacklisted due to her inappropriate behavior.

Keeping her really wouldn't do the movie any good.

It would naturally be good if she could be replaced.

Just as the thought arose, he heard Stephen Chow whisper in his ear.

"But Big Brother, can you lend me a 'tiny bit' of money?"

"The breach of contract fee is several hundred million."

!!!!

Lin Pei sucked in a breath of cold air.

What? The breach of contract fee is that high?

Then what's the point of replacing her?

Not to mention he didn't have the money, even if he did, he wouldn't spend it like that.

He immediately waved his hand.

"Second Brother, the actor is fine, don't replace her."

"Let's keep that 'tiny bit' of money for making the movie."

Stephen Chow was also obedient.

"Alright, Big Brother!"

...Zhao Wei had indeed still harbored a sliver of hope just now.

That Lin Pei would take the initiative to replace her, and then she would actually receive a massive breach of contract payout.

Hearing Lin Pei's words now, her whole body slumped.

As expected, that man still wouldn't let her have her way!

Seeing Zhao Wei relax and her complexion return to normal, the crowd couldn't help but sigh.

She didn't even go to the bathroom after that; she's truly a tough one.

Seeing the situation, there was no need to go now... After introducing themselves and getting to know each other, everyone began their first day of training.

The two Action Directors focused on different training points.

Monk focused on strength training, while Bliss mainly taught everyone to practice shooting accuracy—that is, precision.

So, the crowd automatically split into two groups to take turns receiving guidance.

When Lin Pei was in Monk's line, Stephen Chow leaned in toward him.

"Big Brother, logically speaking, with your leg strength, everything should be fine."

"With the two Action Directors standardizing your movements a bit, it'll be simply perfect!"

The crowd sized Lin Pei up and started whispering again.

"Is that for real? Star Lord isn't just flattering his Big Brother, is he?"

"Seems like it, because I've never even heard of Brother Lin knowing how to play soccer."

"Then how does the director know Big Brother has good leg strength? Did he test it personally?"

"Impossible. If someone with great leg strength tests it on a person, at best they’d have trouble moving for a long time, and at worst they’d be bedridden. Look, isn't the director doing just fine?"

"Holy crap, that's a very specific standard. Why does it feel like you've experienced it personally?"

"Nah, I haven't. I just heard it from others; apparently, this is the international standard for judging leg strength."

"What kind of goddamn international standard is that? I don't believe a word of it!"

"..."

Not far away, Zhao Wei twisted her body with difficulty.

Dammit, she had to admit, that person's description was quite accurate.

So far, she had only seen Lin Pei kick two people: herself and Kimura.

She had been having difficulty moving, while Kimura was still lying on a Tatami mat even now.

In that regard, Lin Pei's leg strength was definitely considered good.

But as for how Lin Pei's leg strength compared to others, she really didn't know.

Because in all her life, she had never been kicked like that by anyone else... Half an hour later, in Monk's group, the people who had been eager to improve their soccer skills and receive a baptism of kung fu were already dejected.

Not to mention the slow progress; Monk had only coached three or four people so far.

And without exception, those who were coached were also given some "kind" verbal instruction.

Monk's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Benefactor, I asked you to do a Lunge, not to demonstrate your bathroom posture."

"Benefactor, please find your feet. Do you feel anything?"

"This benefactor, you probably haven't been eating well lately, have you? You've really worked hard! Man is made of iron, and food is the steel; without food, an iron plate turns into cotton..."

"Benefactor, please let your foot release that ball and kick it up, okay? Oh, you just won't let go? Why won't you let go?"

"..."

Everyone felt that this master spoke very politely.

But for some reason, they always felt a bit uncomfortable, as if they were being scolded.

However, now that half an hour had passed, Monk also seemed to be gradually losing his patience.

He put on his sunglasses and lit a local cigarette, appearing somewhat irritable.

His voice also turned into simple commands.

"Squat!"

"Inhale!"

"Lift your leg!"

"Kick!"

"..."

The actor being coached was a bit panicked.

"Master, please speak more slowly."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Monk took a puff of his cigarette with a smack, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person through the gap in his glasses.

"Hurry?"

"Benefactor, why else do you think I'm called Monk?"

"..."

Good grief.

Everyone could see it now.

This master was truly irritable; he was even sweating.

The key was that, so far, it seemed no one had performed the movements correctly.

Even if the movements were somewhat imitated, none of the balls could be kicked high—at least, none satisfied Monk.

After coaching one more person, Monk threw the finished cigarette butt directly into his mouth.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, his face turned red.

While roaring, he exhaled smoke.

"Kick it high! Aim to kick it to the ceiling!"

"Inhale!"

"Kick!"

The actor being coached looked troubled.

"Master, this roof must be dozens of meters high, right?"

"Could you please demonstrate for me?"