147: Chapter 147 His name is Fu Weijun, remember that?

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Sword techniques!!!

Lin Chuyan couldn't take it anymore; he had already started fantasizing: I originally just wanted to learn another set of fist techniques, and you're giving me a set of sword techniques instead? What kind of sword techniques?

Hmm, as long as it's not the Bixie Sword Technique, he's fine with it.

Master Huang ignored his infatuated look: "Film first, film first. Let's finish today's scenes, and after that, come find me tonight, and we'll talk more then."

"Alright, brother, let's add each other on WeChat."

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Two hours passed, and this "restaurant fight scene" was finally about to officially begin.

However, Lin Chuyan was someone who always liked to delve deep.

His thinking was very simple: the movements were fine, but then what? Didn't fight scenes require Acting?

Because this drama had a large number of fight scenes, Lin Chuyan had put in the effort for it.

As for where to start, he didn't just guess blindly; instead, he found the simplest method: observing how other excellent actors around the world fought.

Then he discovered that those excellent actors, when encountering street thug-style fighting like his, wanting to bring out a "ruthless" feeling, the biggest characteristic was actually not having too many exaggerated expressions on their faces.

Yes. The fewer expressions, the more ruthless the person.

Without exception.

The rest was a design he had thought of earlier — every time before a fight, he had to put away his hearing aid first.

Approaching noon, the director finally called out: "Lighting, camera, ready... Action!"

The camera started with Fu Weijun and Sui Dong eating in the restaurant.

One mute, one stutterer, there really wasn't anything to talk about. The two of them sat in a slightly sloppy posture, taking bites of food one after another, eating non-stop.

The camera in the distance panned to the antagonists; six people walked into the restaurant, starting to look for the person who stole the motorcycle. There weren't many people in the restaurant, and they quickly targeted the two of them.

Fu Weijun lifted his eyelids, exchanged a glance with Sui Dong, and the two continued to eat with tacit understanding, their expressions still very calm.

Immediately after, Sui Dong took a big swig of alcohol. And Fu Weijun began to remove his hearing aid.

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Director Han stared at the monitor, not saying a word.

What was Lin Chuyan doing by removing his hearing aid?

At first, he wanted to call "Cut," but his brain suddenly recalled Lin Chuyan's Acting last night, and he swallowed the words back.

Don't rush, let's see.

However, the director's mind turned quickly, and he soon thought of the reason: That's right, the hearing aid was stolen by Fu Weijun. Although it didn't fit and needed frequency adjustment every time it was used, it wasn't something he could afford. This thing was expensive; what if it broke during a fight? It had to be cherished, it had to be taken off first.

If he wore it every time he fought, it would have been smashed and lost long ago, right?

This was a detail.

Lin Chuyan had brought him a surprise once again.

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The antagonist leader, Lao Feng, started to speak: "Whose motorcycle is at the door?"

However, no one responded.

Fu Weijun really couldn't hear.

Sui Dong: If my brother can't hear, then I can't hear either.

The two continued to eat.

Finishing the last two bites, Fu Weijun finally stood up.

"Where are you two from? Are you from Hua Steel?"

Outnumbered, he temporarily endured it. Fu Weijun indeed hadn't heard and was walking out like nothing was the matter, when he was grabbed back by Lao Feng, who was questioning him in front.

"I'm asking you a question, are you a mute?"

However, his reply was a flying kick from Fu Weijun, which kicked directly onto Lao Feng's stomach!

This kick was the fuse.

Immediately after, two iron rods came crashing down on him!

Fu Weijun blocked with his hand and took several more hits, but still punched the person on the left, knocking him onto the table. He didn't care about the others; he only hit one person, swinging his fist and greeting that person's body one hit after another.

Then a wine bottle smashed onto his head.

Consequently, he stumbled, and while falling backward, he took the opportunity to kick another person who was approaching him flying.

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"Cut! Let's do it again, let's get a backup take."

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After filming the first take, Director Han didn't have to wait long before the second stage, the "battle-damaged version" of Fu Weijun, arrived.

Fu Weijun, who had just been knocked down by the wine bottle, turned and rushed into the kitchen.

"That bastard is trying to run!"

Two underlings immediately chased inside.

The camera followed to the kitchen doorway, and the next second, the underlings who had just chased inside came back stumbling backward.

In front of them—Fu Weijun, with blood on his forehead and a fierce expression, walked out of the kitchen.

The camera zoomed in on his hand; it was a kitchen knife.

The two underlings were forced into a corner, not daring to move.

Fu Weijun didn't pay them any attention; his steps were still a bit unsteady, but the hand holding the knife was very steady.

He used his right hand to lift the curtain separating the restaurant and the kitchen with the kitchen knife and walked step by step toward the antagonist leader, Lao Feng.

At this moment, Lao Feng was still punching and kicking Sui Dong, completely unaware that the God of Death had arrived behind him.

At the critical moment, fortunately, an underling reminded him.

Lao Feng turned around to look, and Fu Weijun, holding the kitchen knife, chopped at him without hesitation!

It wasn't the person leading the knife; it was the knife leading the person. This slash caused Fu Weijun to stumble, showing just how ruthless the strike was.

Lao Feng reacted quickly and dodged it, but he was scared out of his wits and fell directly onto the ground.

Wasn't it agreed that it was just a fight? You kid, you're playing for keeps!

As Fu Weijun pressed forward step by step with the kitchen knife, Lao Feng, who had collapsed on the floor, used his hands and feet to keep moving backward until he couldn't retreat any further, his head hitting a wooden stool.

Fu Weijun continued to approach, walking between Lao Feng's splayed legs.

The next second, the kitchen knife was raised high and brought down heavily, chopping into the wooden stool right above Lao Feng's head, only a few centimeters away from his head.

Lao Feng swallowed, cold sweat running down his forehead. He stared at the knife, then looked at Fu Weijun.

Fu Weijun half-squatted down and started to take out the hearing aid from his pants pocket.

The stolen hearing aid didn't fit, and it needed frequency adjustment; Fu Weijun, with a blank expression, adjusted it slowly.

Everyone's gaze was on him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds.

Hearing loaded.

He started using Sign Language: "How much for the motorcycle?"

He looked back at Sui Dong, signaling him to start translating.

Sui Dong, beaten until he was bloody, grinned: "My brother is asking, asking you, how much, how much is your motorcycle?"

Lao Feng, collapsed on the ground: "I don't want it anymore."

Fu Weijun beckoned to him, then pointed to his own ear, bringing his left ear, wearing the hearing aid, closer to him, signaling him to say it again.

"I don't want it anymore."

Fu Weijun curled his lip, moved his body a bit further away from the other person, waved his hand, and then took money out of his school uniform pocket, counted it, and placed it on Lao Feng's stomach, one bill at a time.

Lao Feng didn't dare to move, feeling somewhat aggrieved, but still asked: "Brother, what should I call you?"

Fu Weijun looked up without speaking.

Sui Dong leaned close to Lao Feng, also squatted down, pinched his cheek, patted it, and smiled extremely arrogantly.

Then, word by word, he said: "His name is Fu, Fu Weijun, did you remember that?!"

Lao Feng: "Remembered, remembered."

Fu Weijun and Sui Dong prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Lin Chuyan added a small action not in the script.

He took the money placed on Lao Feng's stomach and casually stuffed it into Lao Feng's crotch.

Yes, just like Sui Dong pinching and patting Lao Feng's face, it was also an insulting action.

In the final shot, Fu Weijun patted Sui Dong's arm, the two got up, and they swaggered out of the restaurant door.

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"Cut!"

Director Han was very satisfied.

This pairing of Lin Chuyan and Su He, these two were amazing.

One handsome, one ugly; the former relied on his eyes, the latter on his face. Although their temperaments were completely different, they both displayed a sense of ruthlessness.

Moreover, for some reason, when these two caused trouble together, they looked surprisingly harmonious, having a sense of complementing each other, where one plus one is greater than two.

They really were a good duo; he suggested increasing the intensity and having them play villains more...

Also, didn't this take seem to have no problems? Could it be another one-take success?

No, let me look carefully again!

Director Han started re-watching the monitor over and over again.