Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Shen Mo took Yanzi and boarded a plane heading north.

The reason is simple: Zhang Yimou called him and asked him to attend the premiere of "Curse of the Golden Flower".

If it were Zhang Weiping, Shen Mo wouldn't come even with a grand procession, but since the Imperial Advisor had spoken, he had to give him face.

It's rather strange for a stunt double to attend a premiere.

You know, we have a bit of a reputation now. What do you say when a reporter asks about your experience filming?

Wiyal's crotch hurt so much that the stuntman almost made himself kill him with a Guan Dao (a type of halberd).

There's not much to say.

A reporter handed Shen Mo a microphone and called out, "Can you answer a question?"

He tugged at his suit; it was still his costume from "John Wick".

Aside from this, the rest of my outfits were all Seven Wolves brand, provided by Liu Xiaoli.

"Ask away."

"Do you think you're qualified to attend the premiere of 'Curse of the Golden Flower'?"

Holy crap.

Isn't this triggering a passive skill?

Shen Mo jumped over the railing, grabbed the reporter by the collar, and the two began spitting at each other.

They used "You're not worthy" to launch personal attacks against each other for more than ten minutes.

In the end, it was only after Zhang Yimou, who was visibly alarmed, arrived with security that the two were separated.

Once inside, Shen Mo sat to one side, still unable to calm his emotions.

Jay Chou would come over and circle around every now and then.

You dare to mouth to silence?

Look at the faces of these bastards! If it weren't for saving money on airfare, I would have brought the real family stunt team and killed these bastards.

Donnie Yen, far away in Hong Kong: ?

Huang Xiaoming was also in the inner room. After exchanging pleasantries and socializing with everyone, he sat down next to Shen Mo.

Your blog crashed again.

Shen Mo had already resigned himself to his fate, so what the hell was going on?

Yang Mi had just bowed and greeted the big boss when he plopped down next to Shen Mo and started making a lot of noise.

"Did you drive here?"

Hearing this gives me a headache. He's not stealing bicycles anymore; now he's removing the logos.

The Land Rover logo already has enough letters; these bastards have pinned them all down to their bare bald spots.

Hurry up and return the car; these days you have to take a taxi everywhere.

"What do you want to do?"

"Look at the pathetic state you're in. I was just asking casually."

Yang Mi blinked, realizing that his wicked scheme had failed.

Last time, a blog called "Forever Love Fairy Baby" exploded on Shenmo's page, and the blog started gaining followers like crazy.

Her blog's follower count has been growing too slowly lately, so she wants to try some unorthodox methods.

"How is Zhu Yawen doing in Hong Kong? I haven't heard from him in a long time."

Silence?

Call Lu Yang directly.

Where is Zhu Yawen?

"Didn't you arrange for him to experience life?"

"Do you know where I sent him?"

"I can't reach it."

After hanging up the phone, I quickly dialed Zhu Yawen's mobile phone.

Shut down.

He awkwardly avoided the intense gazes of Huang Xiaoming and Yang Mi.

"You know, he's going to play the son of a mob boss."

"It just so happens that I have a friend whose surname is Wang."

"He has a group of brothers who specialize in shooting down gangsters." He gestured with his hand as if shooting a gun.

"Through them, invite some bigwigs in the underworld to dinner, and let them show Zhu Yawen a taste of life."

"I had a great time that day; there were a lot of people there."

"I forgot to ask who took Zhu Yawen away."

Shen Mo also felt a little guilty. It was really a work oversight, and it wasn't because Zhu Yawen liked Liu Yifei that he deliberately tormented people.

With Huang Xiaoming and Yang Mi threatening to call the police at any moment, Shen Mo quickly called Instructor Wang and asked his men to find someone.

Not long after, Instructor Wang called back, saying that the big shot who took him away had been killed, and Zhu Yawen was in the temple observing mourning for the big shot.

The kid's doing alright. If I had made this movie a little later, Zhu Yawen might have changed careers.

Seeing the two men's unfriendly expressions, Shen Mo quickly changed the subject.

"I'll introduce you two to a way to make money."

"It's about filming birthday celebration videos for these bigwigs in the underworld."

"One costs tens of thousands..."

Why did those two leave? It's like they're some kind of bad guy. It was just a small mistake at work.

Moreover, Zhu Yawen didn't say anything and even observed mourning for his boss.

All I've done is help to bring about a destined relationship.

Not long after, Zhang Yimou sent someone to fetch him.

Once inside the circle of true big shots, Shen Mo first greeted Third Master Han.

Seeing that it was Shen Mo, Third Master Han said:

"You've already made quite a fuss before even starting filming."

Scratching his head, Shen Moqian laughed and said, "Haha, I was a little impulsive just now."

This time it was Han Sanping's turn to be dumbfounded. Wang Zhonglei whispered a few words in his ear, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

He laughed and scolded, "You're never honest, no matter where you go. I was talking about your training in Hong Kong."

The Hong Kong media can always find something interesting to stir up, especially since Shen Mo's side has made quite a stir.

It was impossible for the production team to keep it a secret. The media portrayed Shen Mo's victory over Instructor Wang and his gang in the CQB battle as if it were the end of the world.

He keeps saying that Shen Mo is making movies on the surface, but secretly he's preparing to pull off something big.

They made it sound very convincing, and some even went so far as to call Shen Mo the Emperor of Hong Kong.

The gossip and rumors were so exaggerated that Shen Mo was worried about whether he could still make his movie.

"Third Master, those newspapers are all made up."

Accompanying Zhang Yimou was a middle-aged man with a crew cut. He was plain-looking but very capable.

After shaking hands with Third Master Han, he said to Shen Mo, "I still know Instructor Wang's work. You're a tough guy."

Zhang Yimou introduced Shen Mo to Jiang Zhiqiang, the owner of Anle Pictures.

Shen Mo had been in Hong Kong for quite some time, so of course he knew who this person was.

The reason why those top directors at the pinnacle of the industry can have their films distributed overseas is because of this ordinary man.

"Could you let me handle the distribution of your film?"

Of course, it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; I genuinely thought highly of this movie.

Jiang Zhiqiang has a complicated background and is very well-informed in Hong Kong.

Through a friend, he watched the training videos on site. If this young man could really film what was happening during the training, he thought it would be revolutionary.

People in the martial arts world have their own wisdom; his ability to collaborate with top directors is inseparable from his early investments in them.

Even if the movie doesn't achieve that effect, I can still befriend Shen Mo, a young man with unlimited potential.

Han Sanping tapped the table and said, "Old Jiang, you can't steal other people's business. China Film Group has already taken over the distribution in mainland China."

After apologizing to Mr. Han, Jiang Zhiqiang said, "Of course I can't compete with Chairman Han. I'll handle everything except for the mainland distribution."

Zhang Yimou nudged Shen Mo, and the young man instantly understood.

Shen Mo was still worried about how to get him to help with the distribution, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask.

"Let's discuss the details in Hong Kong."

I took a stroll around the bigwigs' room. Some were curious, some were dismissive, and there were also people like Han Sanping and Jiang Zhiqiang who had invested in advance.

I felt like a little white rabbit, wandering around in the big bad wolf's party.

Upon exiting, they encountered Emperor Gong, who, holding a glass of wine, casually asked, "How did it go? Did that old man manage to help you?"