Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 132
After another four rounds of confrontation, the American player David and the South African player Babu were eliminated one after another, and the four players who entered the semi-finals were officially determined.

Fei Nan, Zuo Songxing, Miyamoto Jiro, and Baker will compete for the place in the final the day after tomorrow morning.

After the match, the audience left the arena, chatting about the game just now.

"That Zuo Songxing is so lucky! Both pairs dared to follow, and finally won!"

"The tough hand between Jiro Miyamoto and David was really wonderful. He seemed to be sure that David was bluffing, and he was so scared that David folded."

"It's a pity that the chief lost the hand. Baker's card is obviously lower than his. I don't know why he dare not follow."

"If I were to ask, I wouldn't dare to follow. Baker raised so aggressively. Those who didn't know thought he had a straight flush!"

"What do you know? That's called psychological tactics! I've decided, I want to buy 10 yuan to enter the final!"

"I don't care who you buy, I only buy the masked killer anyway. As long as I don't fold, it means I win! It's so domineering!"

"Is it a little too arrogant?"

"Arrogant? If I had his strength, I would be even more arrogant than him!"

"Do you want to play two games?"

"Wait until I buy a mask, I'm going to kill everyone tonight!"

……

At the back of the venue, the reporters surrounded the four winners and waved their microphones to ask questions.

"My uncle told me that the more expert you speak, the more you should keep a low profile. Everyone, in fact, I prefer you to call me a gamble~~~~~~~~~ Holy!"

Ah Xing is very calm and comfortable facing the reporters now, and even joked with the reporters.

Feinan was also surrounded by a group of reporters, but he had no intention of answering questions.

"Mr. Fan, how do you feel after winning?"

Le Huizhen held up the microphone and squeezed in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't accept interviews."

Feinan pushed her away, separated from the crowd, and walked outside the venue.

The reporters chased after him for a while, and found that he really did not intend to be interviewed, so they turned around to interview other contestants cursing.

Only Le Huizhen was still following him.

"Hello! Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan?"

Feinan suddenly stopped, turned his face back, and gave him a hard look.

Le Huizhen was startled, turned around and ran away, ran a few steps, and then looked back to see if he was chasing him.

Feinan's figure had disappeared at the end of the corridor, Le Huizhen muttered angrily: "I just want to return your clothes, really, I'm not a ghost, why are you running so fast?"

"Sister Le, why are you here?"

Ah Hua ran over: "The eliminated David is not convinced and wants to challenge Miyamoto!"

"Did you start a fight? Did you get a picture?"

Le Huizhen regained her spirits immediately, asked and dragged him back.

When Feinan came to the entrance of the venue, he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Mr. Fan, please wait a moment."

He glanced at the map, but it was the Australian player Baker who advanced together.

"Mr. Fan."

Baker came over and held out his hand to him with a smile: "Let's meet formally, my name is Baker, Baker Hansen."

Feinan was a little puzzled, but he shook hands with him anyway.

Baker's cursor color is normal, which means he is not hostile.

Moreover, what made Feinan a little interested was his occupation column. There were four occupations: psychiatrist, teacher, painter, and writer.

Looking at Feinan, Baker smiled and said: "It seems that you are wary of me? It should be, we are not familiar with each other, but if possible, I hope to get to know you, I am far from interested in making friends Better than poker, especially fun friends."

Feinan twitched the corners of his mouth. His current image and behavior style did not seem like an interesting person.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Baker laughed, took out a business card and handed it over.

"As written in the player analysis manual, I am a psychologist. I like to observe people. This is my profession and my hobby."

Baker shrugged and said: "I can feel that you are very complicated, not only your identity, but also your psychological condition... I think you are very valuable for research, of course I am not saying that you are a patient, I just feel You are a little confused and seem to need help..."

Spreading his hands, he said with a smile: "Anyway, if you want, you can chat with me. My phone number is on it."

He speaks a little incoherently, but it can make people trust him involuntarily.

After thinking about it, Feinan took his business card.

Knowing more friends is naturally beneficial, and the other party is not hostile, so it may be useful to him in the future.

After handing over the business card, Baker left. When Feinan came to the car, Billy held the car door and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Do you want help?"

"Nothing, do you have a cigarette? Have one."

In the past few days, Feinan has gotten to know him well, which is Feinan's strong point.

Pulling out a cigar and handing it to him, Billy said, "Speak up if you need help."

……

In a village in Thailand, people are preparing for the annual summer festival.

Early in the morning, the villagers had already delivered all kinds of fresh vegetarian meals to the temple, including not only various dishes, but also traditional banana leaf glutinous rice cakes.

At this moment, everyone was beating gongs and drums, and sent over the huge candles that had already been made and could burn for three months.

Master Paro in the temple has advanced practice and is deeply loved by the villagers. He has been sitting on the wooden tower in the center of the temple three days ago, chanting scriptures and praying for the villagers, no matter it is windy or rainy, he has never stopped.

Today is a fine weather, the sun is westward, and there are large fire clouds in the sky, which are so bright red that they are about to bleed.

The monks in the temple have already moved the Buddha statue out, put it on a wooden frame, carried by three strong men with bare upper body, and paraded along the temple.

The bronze Buddha statue as tall as a person weighs more than a thousand catties, but it is held firmly on the shoulders by three men.

The man in front of the Buddha statue is about 30 years old, tall and tall, with thick black long hair tied on his forehead by a hemp rope thick as a little finger, hanging down, covering his liger-like eyes.

Half of the weight of the bronze Buddha rested on his shoulders. Under his bronze-colored body, the muscles were knotted, surging like running water, wet with sweat, and shining with a metallic luster.

His feet were bare, and every time he took a step, his feet would sink deep into the mud, making a dull sound.

There is a monk's bowl in front of the Buddha statue, and the monks in the temple hold the monk's bowl and follow the Buddha statue. The villagers put the fast food they brought into the monk's bowl.

Those with children will lift it up and let the children put the vegetarian food into the monk's bowl in front of the Buddha statue, in order to pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

Suddenly, the two men behind who were carrying the bronze Buddha staggered, and the man on the right slipped down, didn't stand firm, tilted his body, and the whole man, together with the bronze Buddha, fell to the right.

"Humph!"

The man in front grunted, twisted his right foot, and pushed hard.

His whole body was like a wooden nail driven obliquely into the ground, and his right shoulder sank, stopping the tilting momentum of the bronze Buddha.

The wooden frame creaked under the weight of the bronze Buddha. The man at the right rear stood firm, and hurriedly resisted the wooden frame again, and lifted the bronze Buddha upright.

Exhaling a breath, the man in front took another step and walked forward.

(End of this chapter)