Japanese Entertainment: From special effects actor to action superstar

Chapter 393 Guests from Afar Are All Welcome

As luck would have it, Gu Ming has indeed found a big mouth.

Takeshi Kitano has a big mouth, otherwise he wouldn't have gone against the newspaper.

When Takeshi Kitano saw Akashiya Sanma again, his expression was like that of a bullied child.

Goodbye, Sugimoto-kun! I guess I won't be able to go back to doing manzai anymore!
Can you help me, the one who hasn't been caught up in becoming an actor yet, and who's still working as a manzai comedian?

Akashiya saury bowed deeply.

Goodbye! I'm going home now!

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Gu Ming had agreed to visit the Zhou Kingdom with Zong Daochen's group. However, before that, Gu Ming planned to bring some gifts.

He burned a set of videotapes, including works he owned overseas rights to, such as Ultraman Returns and Dinosaur Special Koseidon, and re-added bilingual subtitles.

Gu Ming even brought along a supernatural kung fu movie.

In the mid-to-late 1980s, Zhou Guo's film studio was authorized to produce ghost movies, and there were actually ghosts in them! Famous films such as "The Haunted Black Building" and "The Night Thief of Consort Zhen's Tomb" were filmed during that period.

Then came the accompanying personnel.

Because the Armor Warriors series is still filming, the actors involved cannot be taken away, including action directors Nikamoto, Manatsu Ryu, and Dan Shiro, among others.

However, Wan Gujie can be brought along. Although he is also an action director, Gu Ming never uses him when there are two main Tatsumi.

Moreover, Wan Gujie is not very old and his mouth is rather loose.

Wan Gujie, Tanaka's assistant, Koizumi's driver, and Zhen Zidan, who is currently doing nothing.

The four people plus Akira Furuya made up a total of two people, forming a visiting group.

Zhen Zidan didn't actually want to go at first. He had only left the Beijing Sports School half a year ago, and he really had no interest in going back now.

But Gu Ming had already made up his mind: it's you. After all, you're from Zhou, so you'll definitely speak the Zhou language.

Zhen Zidan was speechless for a moment.

He was indeed from the State of Zhou.

But he actually couldn't speak the Zhou language.

Yes... Zhen Zidan can't speak Zhou language.

He is an overseas Chinese, speaks English well, and later learned Cantonese, but his Mandarin is not very good.

Zhen Zidan learned Mandarin later in life.

But seeing Gu Ming's dismissive attitude, Zhen Zidan could only sigh.

Well, there's no other way, so I'll just have to go.

Moreover, one of Gu Ming's words moved him.

"You're also from Zhou, aren't you? It's like wearing fine clothes in the dark if you don't return home in your wealth and honor. Shouldn't the people of Zhou see the movies and TV series you've acted in?"

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The Japanese are coming.

This sounds novel at first, but it's not really that novel.

The 1970s and 1980s were the so-called "honeymoon period" between China and Japan, during which the two sides had many cultural and technological exchanges, and there were also times when people from both sides visited each other.

However, beneath the honeymoon period lurked many undercurrents. Many people who ostensibly engaged in exchanges were actually conducting espionage activities in secret.

The common approach in China to handle such situations is to leave the sweet coating on but retaliate with harsher measures.

After all, spies have to pay to come! What's a yen anyway?

It's foreign exchange!
Keep things confidential, provide support where necessary, have someone accompany you throughout the process, and make sure to leave some foreign currency behind.

People like Zong Daochen had been under close surveillance from the start. After all, he had a history of espionage.

The group finally landed in Lanjing.

Their first stop was naturally Lanjing, as there weren't many airports in Zhou Kingdom at that time. Besides, they brought gifts, including a large bell for Hanshan Temple.

This item needs to be transported by sea and then shipped to Hanshan Temple.

Gu Ming strongly suspected that Zong Daochen did it on purpose.

With the Zhou Kingdom celebrating the New Year, why would they send a clock as a New Year's gift?

Although there were two bells, one from Hanshan Temple in Japan and one from Hanshan Temple in Zhou, they still didn't sound very pleasant.

"You're only doing this because you're Japanese. If you spoke a different language and dared to deliver a clock, I'd beat you out of there with sticks!"

Gu Ming shook his head and didn't say much, simply following the others.

"So, I guess I've finally returned to China."

Gu Ming stood at the airport, looking around, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The air was so fresh back then. But on the other hand, fresh air meant that industry was underdeveloped, and nature was different from later generations.

Wan Gujie looked him over from all sides, then leaned in and greeted him in a low voice.

"Brother Gugu, this airport is so small."

Gu Ming raised his hand and pressed it down, making a gesture of quiet.

"Don't complain, don't speak ill of others, and don't let people think that Japanese people are uncivilized. So what if it's small? It's still an airport. Besides, look at the posture and expressions of those ground staff. They are so energetic. They are obviously not ordinary."

Wan Gujie immediately fell silent, realizing that Gu Ming's words made a lot of sense.

That's true! We can't let people think they're rude.

Hanshan Temple is located in Suzhou, and it's quite a walk from the airport. Fortunately, Zong Daochen had already made arrangements, and a car was sent to pick us up.

As soon as he got into the jeep, Wan Gujie couldn't help but complain under his breath again.

"This car is so bumpy, it's not comfortable to sit in at all."

Gu Ming said, "Then you'll walk there?"

"Then let's not."

Wan Gujie scratched his head, thinking to himself, "Even a broken car is still a car, so I might as well make do with it."

Gu Ming leaned against the window, watching the scenery outside fly by.

As the New Year approaches, the city is bustling with activity, decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, creating a distinct New Year atmosphere.

Suddenly, a loud thud came from somewhere, and the group was instantly startled.

Koizumi looked around carefully.

Where are you shooting? Where are you shooting!
"What are you afraid of? It's just setting off firecrackers. Haven't you ever set off fireworks at home?"

Koizumi scratched his head.

Yes, they let it go, but even Japanese firecrackers don't make this much noise!
"It's just a large red spot, don't be afraid. It's not like they'll drag us all out for execution. If they're going to execute someone, they'll only execute you."

Gu Ming casually scared Xiao Quan.

His gaze casually shifted and he spotted a small stall by the roadside; Gu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, are you guys hungry? I'll buy you a bowl of noodles."

Koizumi looked up instantly.

Let's eat noodles!

This is good.

Gu Ming then told the driver to stop the car and ran downstairs to buy something to eat.

The stall owner was a woman wearing sleeves and a blue work uniform. Her hair was tied up, and she looked very energetic. Although the stall was set up right by the roadside, all the ingredients were covered with gauze, making it clean and hygienic. In the shed behind her, you could see several other people wearing similar work uniforms, sitting in twos and threes eating.

Although it was a small stall in the market, it unexpectedly had a tranquil, secluded atmosphere, like a paradise.

Behind the woman, a large bucket was filled with soaking vermicelli. Other items, such as tofu puffs, duck blood, and duck offal, were neatly arranged in categories. The empty bowls were all cleaned and stacked together.

Gu Ming held up one hand: "Four bowls... no, five bowls, thank you."

Five bowls of duck blood and vermicelli soup were quickly prepared, and Gu Ming invited the people in the car to get out and sit down to eat.

The driver, an employee of Zhou Guo, was now in a bit of a predicament.

He thought Gu Ming called the car to get out and use the restroom, but he never expected that Gu Ming would come to eat duck blood vermicelli soup.
I wonder if foreign visitors will be able to get used to the food at these market stalls.

Gu Ming didn't care about that. He wiped the two chopsticks together and prepared to eat.

It's not like Japan doesn't have street vendors; there are soba noodle stalls all over the streets, and some of them aren't even as clean as this one.

Gu Ming didn't believe that some people could eat street food in Japan but had to eat delicacies in Zhouguo.

How could it be so delicate!

After slurping down a mouthful of vermicelli, Gu Mingdun sighed with emotion.

The rice noodles from my hometown are so delicious!

The driver couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to sit down and eat with them.

In the front row of the convoy, Zong Daochen was quite surprised to see Gu Ming stop, but after hearing the details, he was speechless.

Brother!

I have urgent business to attend to at Hanshan Temple. After that, I still need to go to Shaolin Temple. It's all business!

Why did you stop to eat that damn duck blood and vermicelli soup?!

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.

After all, he couldn't just tell outsiders about his plans to develop a downline, let alone tell Gu Ming.

Left with no other choice, Zong Daochen could only acquiesce.

Eat up, everyone! Just don't forget to pay, what else can he do?

(End of this chapter)