Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 218 Uncle Long's Support (Fourth Update)
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"All-you-can-drink beverages, tonight's bill is on Mr. Chen!"

"Oh oh oh--"

The crowd wailed and howled incessantly.

After filming wrapped, Chen Sicheng signaled that work was done and then started having fun with his buddies.

"Brother Sicheng, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to rest first."

Gu Qing drank some alcohol while filming. Although it wasn't much, the combination of drowsiness and the effects of the alcohol made it impossible for her to stay awake.

"Brother, can you do me a favor and coax Yaya away?"

Chen Sicheng held Gu Qing in his arms and pleaded softly.

"Brother Sicheng, what can I do to appease you? I can't get involved in your relationship. I have to get out of here."

Gu Qing was completely bewildered upon hearing this, and turned and ran away with her assistant and translator.

As soon as Gu Qing left,

The two heavily made-up Thai girls who had acted with him before were talking to each other, and then they actually came out too.

Gu Qing had just reached the door when his arm was suddenly grabbed, startling him.

The two Thai girls each grabbed Gu Qing and said something coquettishly, knowing very well to take advantage of their figures.

The two sisters said they wanted to go back with you.

The translator had a strange expression, with envy in his eyes.

"Go back together?"

Gu Qing shook his head; the alcohol had made him a little sluggish, but once he came to his senses, he flung his arm and said without thinking, "Let them go."

But after taking only two steps, they were entangled again.
The translator added, "They said it was free."

"roll!"

An impatience flashed across Gu Qing's face as she succinctly got into the car.

Two lunatics actually told him it was free?

The unspoken rules Gu Qing encountered all involved people eager to give him money, but he didn't care for any of them.

These two people think they can get something for nothing from him?
If those wealthy women and big bosses in China found out, they'd probably be incredibly depressed.

What Gu Qing did not expect was that

The two women clung to his car door, refusing to let him close it, and even tried to squeeze in.

The male translator was dumbfounded; when had he ever seen such a scene?
Two women, who are definitely considered beauties among ordinary people, actually rushed to climb into the man's car.

"What are you standing there for? Stop them!"

Zhao Ya screamed, her face turning pale.

But her slender, frail arms were no match for these two seasoned veterans.

The male translator seemed to be a respectable person, and didn't dare to touch anything.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya quickly ran back to the bar to get help.

This unusual scene drew frequent glances from passersby, some of whom even took out their phones.

Gu Qing's temples were swollen and painful, and her face was as cold as ice.

Seeing passersby taking pictures, even the greatest anger subsided.

He stepped aside and left through the side door.

The two Thai girls were still chatting and laughing, waving at him from inside the car.

They felt that this approach seemed romantic.

"Tell them one last time, if they don't get off the bus, just report to J."

Gu Qing's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"I...I understand."

The male translator felt a jolt in his heart, sensing the pressure that Gu Qing, who was usually so gentle, had exerted on him when he said those words.

He patiently explained to the two girls in the car.

But they just smiled and didn't seem to care.

"What else do you want to say? Report it to the police!"

At the critical moment, reinforcements arrived.
Tong Liya followed Zhao Ya, hurrying over.

"Sister Ya Ya, it's those two."

Zhao Ya pointed angrily.

Tong Liya walked over without saying a word. With her delicate eyebrows and tall figure, she looked at the two girls inside with a blank expression.

The aura of a stunning beauty burst forth.

The girl inside, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly stopped talking, then walked out looking ashamed and embarrassed.

The male translator stared blankly at his phone: "Should we still report it?"

Gu Qing got back into the car without saying a word. "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you stop them in that situation?"

Zhao Ya stomped her foot in anger. She wasn't so patient. "You're still being paid as a bodyguard, don't you know that?!"

"Xiaoya, get in the car. As long as nothing happened, that's all that matters. There are people taking pictures outside, so be mindful of your image."

As soon as Tong Liya stepped out, the gentle breeze and the chirping of insects, away from the noise of the bar, opened her mind and her mood suddenly improved a little.

Let him go.

"Sister Ya Ya, are you going back too?"

"Yeah, I'm a little tired."

"Then you can sit in the back with the boss, I'll go to the front passenger seat."

Zhao Ya helped open the car door and said hurriedly.

The car started and drove on the highway.

"xxx!"

Gu Qing suddenly cursed a couple of times without warning.

Zhao Ya, sitting in the passenger seat, trembled slightly, startled.

She had been with Gu Qing for so long, and this was only the second time she had seen her beautiful and amiable young boss lose control of her emotions.

The first time was during the filming of Running Man, when I was disgusted by Han Geng's diva-like behavior.

But even then, the insults weren't this direct.

As an artist, Tong Liya certainly understands this kind of pressure. Everyone experiences negative emotions.

If an artist has extremely high exposure, they basically live in the spotlight 24/7, except when they are sleeping, and are scrutinized with a magnifying glass.

Every action, every word, every frown, and every smile must be done to the utmost perfection.

Over time, this inner repression leads many artists to seek stimulation and indulgence to relieve stress.

Tong Liya comforted Gu Qing with heartache, patting the back of his hand, "Little brother, it's okay, it's okay. Artists inevitably encounter such things, don't be angry."

Gu Qing was panting, her chest heaving, and she closed her eyes to calm herself.

Two minutes later, when she opened her eyes again, she barely managed to suppress her anger.

She pulled her hand away, moved a little to the side to keep her distance, and said apologetically, "Sister Yaya, thank you for your help. I lost control of my emotions a bit."

"You don't..."

"As long as it doesn't cause any news, let him be."

Tong Liya forced a smile, a hint of sadness in her beautiful eyes.
She could tell that Gu Qing was deliberately keeping his distance, as if he didn't think she only saw him as a younger brother.

The car was silent.

Gu Qing returned to the hotel, washed up, and went straight to sleep.

In the following week, filming progressed smoothly.

However, filming came to a standstill when it came to designing the action sequences for the fight scenes.

Chen Sicheng's original idea was to have Wang Baoqiang pay homage to some scenes from Chen Long's early films.

This is something that many filmmakers, and even directors around the world, have done.

But the problem is,
The idea was grand, but the reality was surprisingly harsh.

Chen Sicheng made the mistake of "taking things for granted," a mistake that directors sometimes make.

He thought that as long as he dissected the classic scenes from the movie, let the action choreographer team copy them, and combined them with Wang Baoqiang's own martial arts foundation, he could easily replicate that effect.

But how easy is that?
The action scenes in Chen Long's movies have become classics not only because the action itself is thrilling, but also because of the decades of relentless dedication of the Chen family stunt team.

The existing action choreography team is quite good in China, but they are no match for Chen Sicheng's extremely high demands:
It seems like a challenge to capture the essence of classic moves, combine them with Wang Baoqiang's physical characteristics and comedic effect, and ensure safety and controllability.

The stunts they designed were either not thrilling enough, appearing mediocre, or too dangerous, exceeding Wang Baoqiang's capabilities.
Either the comedic effect is forced and disconnected from the fight scenes.

Several rehearsals and shoots were attempted, but the results were unsatisfactory.

Wang Baoqiang was also exhausted. He tried again and again with great dedication, getting bruises all over his body from rubbing against the boat.

Even now, it would be very difficult for Chen Sicheng to book a martial arts choreographer for the Chen Family Stunt Team.

The Chen family team is very famous throughout Hollywood. It's not something any director can book; it depends on their availability.

"The action director of the Chen family stunt team? Brother Sicheng, you should have said so earlier."

After catching up on a long nap, Gu Qing arrived at the film set and, upon hearing about Chen Sicheng's difficulties, made a video call.

Answering a video call

Under Chen Sicheng's astonished gaze, Gu Qing said, "Hey, Uncle Long."

His jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Is this the action choreographer?!"

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(End of this chapter)