Actor: Thank you.

"what's the situation!"

"what's the situation?"

“What’s going on!!!”

"Hehehe... Ah, Hu Wan!"

"How could it be Hu Wan?"

Where are the bandits?

Where are the bandits?

"Hu Wan is a bandit, and the bandit is Hu Wan!"

Pat pat pat pat... Jiang Wen roared in a rough voice as he stepped in front of the camera, the unpleasant, sticky sound of his shoes hitting the muddy road beneath his feet.

"Okay, let's do it one more time."

"I think Chow Yun-fat's condition can still be improved."

“Sure, sure, I’ll try again, raise it a little higher,” Chow Yun-fat replied.

The "Big Three" began to discuss this play.

It was the scene that wasn't filmed a few days ago because the moonlight was too good.

The three of them were having a good time, but Zhang Yuan, who was lying on the ground, remained silent.

He was too lazy to even get up; he was already numb.

To play dead, you have to be covered in mud and remain completely still, not even blinking, and even holding your breath.

Pure suffering.

The crew used stunt doubles. For example, Chow Yun-fat used a stunt double because Huang Silang had a stunt double.

He would act out every scene where he appeared on screen himself.

There were also mannequins. The scene where Ma Bangde tried to escape after being captured but was caught by Lao San on horseback was done using mannequins.

Because a real person is too heavy, it's impossible to carry them with one hand, and it's also unsafe.

But he will be shown in this scene; he has to come in person.

"Be dedicated, get up and rest for a while. We probably need to discuss this for a bit more."

Jiang Wen tried to help him up, but he refused.

He used to kneel and beg for help, but now that he's covered in mud, he's given up.

If they get it dirty again, the makeup artist and prop master will be in trouble.

"Then I'll go rest for a while." Zhang Yuan carefully got up from the ground and refused the towel offered by his assistant.

I wiped the mud off, but I'll have to smear it on my face again when I turn it on later. What a waste.

At this point, Miss F no longer brought him towels or showed concern.

He bought her a large gold bracelet as a gift and reiterated that he could not accept his girlfriend filming explicit scenes.

He spoke sincerely because it was the truth.

The word "girlfriend" is a bit vague.

It's like giving the other party a posthumous title to make them feel better.

It's all just talking, it doesn't cost any money.

I headed straight to the rest area, wanting a cup of hot tea to warm myself and refresh myself.

Wherever the film crew shoots, there will be a temporary rest area behind the camera crew.

It consists of a few portable chairs, a tea bucket, a small table, and other items.

Celebrities with a certain level of fame usually bring their own chairs for resting.

For ordinary artists, or those who aren't particular, the production team will also provide some.

Because the film crew of "Let the Bullets Fly" was based in Guangdong Province, the rest chairs provided had a distinct local flavor.

It was a light blue plastic stool stacked together.

It's the kind of product that requires a lot of effort to open before each use, and it's a favorite among the people of Guangdong.

Zhang Yuan certainly has his own chair for resting.

But covered in mud, I didn't plan to sit down, so I walked through the pile of chairs and headed straight for the tea area.

But I had just picked up my thermos.

Although disposable paper cups are available, he generally doesn't use them.

It is important to note that you can only use your own cup, and your assistant must keep it on their person at all times and never take it out of their sight for even a second.

There are so many people and so much chatter on set, I really don't know if there are any enemies or crazy people among them.

I had just picked up the cup, unscrewed the lid to drink some water, when I heard a sharp, loud bang, spoken with a Cantonese accent.

"Which bastard did this?!"

"Stand up for me!"

Zhang Yuan turned his head to look, forgetting even to drink the water.

"is that you!"

As soon as he turned around, someone pointed at him.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was covered in mud, and because he was playing a dead person, his face was painted snow-white, with blush on top.

Anyway, he doesn't dare to look in the mirror.

In addition, the lighting was generally poor in most places at night, except for the area in front of the lens that was being lit.

The person pointing at him probably didn't even recognize who he was.

“It’s very impolite to point at someone,” he complained, frowning.

At the same time, Brother Long had already moved, grabbed the other person's raised index finger, and twisted it downwards.

It didn't break because Brother Long stopped.

"what!"

Then came an even sharper scream.

The commotion attracted everyone.

Even Jiang Wen and a few others came.

The woman with the Cantonese accent immediately went to Zhou Runfa to file a complaint.

"Brother Fa, this guy dirtied your chair."

"You even hit someone!"

"Who did this?" Before Chow Yun-fat could speak, his wife asked first.

He pointed to a mud stain about one or two centimeters long on the side of a lounge chair.

"Me!" Zhang Yuan replied softly, then slowly stepped out from the shadows of the building.

"No noise or shouting on set," he said as he walked, holding his cup.

"Also, I didn't hit anyone."

“Brother Fa, you know me. If I wanted to hit someone, no one would stand up and complain.” He glanced at the mud stains on the chair, then looked at Brother Fa and his group.

Like the character Hu Wan, those who act as accomplices to evil are often even more arrogant than the master.

Unfortunately, he encountered the most "arrogant" person in the entire crew.

"You're wrong..." the assistant retorted.

Because wherever Chow Yun-fat goes, major film crews in mainland China fawn over him.

So he and his men became spoiled and arrogant.

"It's just a minor bump, I'll just buy you a chair."

"It's nothing, why are you yelling?"

"I'm the one who pays for the entire production crew."

"From food to daily necessities to your accommodation, everything is paid for with my money. What right do you have to yell at me?"

"Hey, you can't talk like that. We've already agreed on the terms. What do you mean by saying this now?"

Zhang Yuan stated the facts straightforwardly.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Sister-in-law Fa objected!

The worst thing for a person is to have a guilty conscience.

He and Chow Yun-fat actually had a passionate encounter when filming "Curse of the Golden Flower" in their early years.

They were going to meet again, and Chow Yun-fat and his wife hesitated, especially after they learned that he had invested in the film.

However, Yang Shouchen and others persuaded them, and the amount of money they offered was very good, and they also met all the harsh conditions they had set.

Therefore, the other party readily accepted.

These past few days, ever since Zhang Yuan arrived, they have been on guard, fearing that he might cause trouble.

After all, his "reputation," especially his recent "reputation," is quite good.

But things remained calm until now...

When Zhang Yuan mentioned the terms, he said he would pay for everything himself, which alarmed the other party!
Does Chow Yun-fat's wife not realize how demanding her conditions are?

Chow Yun-fat's accommodations and meals were unique among the entire crew.

There are also separate RVs for resting and using the toilet.

Chow Yun-fat doesn't use public restrooms.

Not to mention other places, Zhang Weiping once publicly criticized Chow Yun-fat and his wife for their treatment.

It's safe to say that there's no one else in the entire country with these conditions.

Because Chenlong wasn't that particular; he even had more requirements than Li Lianjie.

But Zhang Yuan admitted that Chow Yun-fat's condition and ability after starting work were excellent, especially in this film.

He also integrated into the crew and adapted to Jiang Wen's acting style, which required on-set interaction.

Therefore, he had no reason to target the other party.

If something goes wrong with my own investment, won't I lose money?
Making money is nothing to be ashamed of; the past is all trivial.

I can tolerate such lavish treatment.

But nobody mentions it, it's fine.

If you insist on bringing this up with me, then I'll have to have a serious talk with you about it.

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

"And let me tell you something: the last Hong Kong artist who caused trouble with a lounge chair was named Cheung Wai-kin."

"They also came from my hands." Zhang Yuan said without any politeness.

If you dare to talk back, then I'll have to put on my investor's airs.

"This isn't about the chair; it's about your disrespect for us and the contract." Mrs. Fa is a wealthy Singaporean woman; with that background, she's bound to have a temper and won't back down.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, it's just a little bit."

"It'll be fine after wiping it off," Jiang Wen rarely smoothed things over.

"Director Jiang, this matter needs to be made clear. We agreed on all the conditions before we came."

“I cannot accept using this as a pretext now.”

“I think Afa deserves such conditions and treatment.”

"If you are not satisfied, we can choose not to film."

Zhang Yuan: …

He turned to look at Jiang Wen, and Jiang Wen looked at him as well.

As soon as Chen Huilian said this, the scene fell completely silent.

Zhao Dandan twisted her neck; Brother Long was warming up.

“So.” Zhang Yuan shifted his gaze away from Jiang Wen.

Are you trying to threaten me with a boycott now?

"That's not what I meant. I was just being reasonable..."

clap clap!

Zhang Yuan clapped his hands, and Brother Long shouted, attracting more than a dozen tall, burly men to surround them.

“But I don’t want to reason with you,” Zhang Yuan replied bluntly.

I told Brother Long before that we should provoke the people who were tailing us.

Therefore, a group of security personnel were temporarily mobilized.

Brother Long wanted a method that was exciting, but not too exciting: add people and show it to them.

That's called flirting.

But there was no direct contact, and no physical contact was taken.

The balance is excellent; no wonder he's a veteran.

Now it's in use.

Only then did Sister Fa get nervous.

But he showed no sign of backing down and took out his phone to make a call.

Zhang Yuan nodded, and Brother Long snatched it away in a second.

"What are you doing!" The other party was furious when his phone was snatched.

It was only then that Chow Yun-fat remembered to protect his wife.

His two bodyguards also rushed up quickly.

"What I'm going to do is obvious."

"But now I have a few questions for you."

"If you answer correctly, nothing will happen today."

"First of all, would you have dared to say something like that on a Hong Kong film crew 20 years ago?"

Twenty years ago, it was the era when Leung Ka-fai received a script with a bullet inside, and Andy Lau was held at gunpoint.

"Secondly, even now, not just 20 years ago, would you speak to Yang Shou-chen and Jiang Zhi-qiang like this?"

"answer me!"

I'll give you face and call you Brother Fa.

If you don't give me face, you're just a good-for-nothing, a gigolo.

I'm in the right, I'm in the right, I'm in the right, and I'm in the right. How dare you talk to me like that?

They've been spoiled rotten.

It seems I still look too young and am too easy to talk to, so people often forget that I am the boss.

Despite his humble origins, Chow Yun-fat is actually very good at assessing situations.

But Sister Fa is different. She comes from a wealthy family, studied abroad, has a high degree, and has also learned professional martial arts and grappling techniques.

After marrying Chow Yun-fat, conflicts arose between her and her mother-in-law, leading to Chow Yun-fat's mother moving out to live on her own.

He's definitely not someone to be trifled with; he has the arrogance of someone from the upper class.

"Brother Long, give the phone back to Sister Fa."

"Let her make the call, I'll see who she calls."

"Let's see who she can answer my two questions with."

This put the phone back in the other person's hands.

Zhang Yuan's meaning was very clear: you wouldn't have dared to do this in Hong Kong back then.

They wouldn't dare do that in front of the bigwigs in Hong Kong.

How dare you do this in front of me?
That means you're forcing me to use some "old Hong Kong Union Jack" tactics.

Sister-in-law Fa was stunned, and for a moment she really couldn't think of who to call.

"It was all a joke, there's no need to be like that."

"Let's rest for a bit first," Jiang Wen stepped forward to smooth things over.

At the same time, she winked at him.

Zhang Yuan waved his hand, and the security personnel who had surrounded him retreated in an orderly manner under Brother Long's command.

But they didn't retreat too far.

It's better not to take action.

Because we took action, it inevitably affected the filming.

He always felt it was just a matter of a chair and didn't understand why people in the Hong Kong entertainment industry took chairs so seriously.

It's truly a case of lingering feudalistic influences, where people use chairs as a measure of status and position.

"Uncle Ge, I have something to ask you." He turned to Ge You with a smile.

You-ge remained silent, watching with his arms crossed.

He shouldn't get involved in this conflict.

What is the most important thing in a marriage?

Ge You thought for a moment, "These are my words!"

"So loving!"

"What is the most important thing for an official?"

"endure!"

"Hehehe, as expected of a veteran actor, you really know your lines well."

Zhang Yuan smiled and walked back to the tea bucket.

"You have to use your brain more when you do things. Think before you act, understand?" He lectured Brother Long.

"Sigh, I acted impulsively," Brother Long replied.

But those eyes, etched with a fierce aura from years of martial arts training, were fixed on the "loving" couple.

"Dandan, go buy Fa a new chair, the best brand, the most expensive one."

"The kind that can last a lifetime."

"No need, no need, a quick wipe will do." Chow Yun-fat flashed his signature goofy grin.

To use it for a lifetime is to remember it for a lifetime.

Of course, given Zhang Yuan's personality, he wouldn't hold a grudge for life...

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

"No need, it's nothing," Chow Yun-fat said with a smile.

This is what they mean by "times have changed".

Or perhaps, things are the same now as they were in the past.

After all, Zhang Yuan didn't suffer a loss in "Curse of the Golden Flower" last time.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Then it's alright, just a small misunderstanding." Zhang Yuan sipped his tea.

"Okay, it's alright, it's alright, everyone get back to work," producer Ma Ke quickly called out.

At the same time, I still feel lingering fear.

Is this the person I was trying to "check" by preventing him from associating with the women under my command just a few days ago?
They didn't put a barrier around my neck. Am I just incredibly lucky?

“Patience is good,” Jiang Wenze stepped forward and praised, “Patience is a virtue.”

“That’s right, I’m very virtuous,” Zhang Deyuan replied.

"You don't hold grudges, do you?"

"I told you before, you have to be careful when the crew comes to visit the set, and don't let something like what just happened happen." Jiang Wen was still shaken.

“It’s still the man who should be in charge at home. It’s not right for a woman to be in charge.” He added, while looking at Chow Yun-fat and his wife.

"Why would I hold a grudge? Besides, they didn't even ask me to pay for the chair."

Zhang Yuan spoke with utmost sincerity.

I was just kidding you. You don't need to pay me back, but remember this.

"The work itself is the most important thing," Zhang Yuan replied magnanimously.

"But you must remember, this time I exercised my patience."

"I remember, I will definitely remember. You may be cunning, but you have a good sense of the big picture."

Zhang Yuan thought about it for a while and felt that this didn't seem like a compliment.

"Let's not dwell on that, just remember it."

"If you remember, you have to repay me."

“My daughter is still young.” Jiang Wen frowned.

Zhang Yuan: …

He thought about it again and again, and realized that this was not only not a compliment, but he also felt as if he was taking advantage of me.

They did nothing, yet many descendants were born.

"Even though Ichiro smokes, drinks, and gets his hair permed, she's a good girl. You, as her father, can't joke like that."

"And the reward I want has other uses!" (End of Chapter)