Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

In the studio in Hengdian, Shen Mo was leading the crew of "John Wick" in the final wrap-up.

After reviewing the footage that had just been shot, Shen Mo felt that everything was fine.

After shouting "Cut!", the entire studio breathed a sigh of relief.

A fight scene was filmed over and over again for three days. The stuntmen were exhausted. I don't know how Shen Mo, who fought from beginning to end, didn't seem tired at all.

How could Shen Mo not be tired? Ninety percent of the scenes in "John Wick" are action scenes. Even though Lu Yang is in the cast, Shen Mo is actually the one who does most of the filming.

The main concern is that if I show signs of fatigue, others will become even more lax.

Huang Xiaoming and Yang Mi exchanged a glance, then said to Shen Mo, who was drinking water from a pink water bottle:

"Big Niu, you're ruthless enough."

Wearing a cheongsam, Yang Mi, who plays a receptionist at a mainland hotel in the movie, gave a cold laugh.

"He's even more ruthless to others."

After saying that, she pointed to her cheongsam, which had a slit that reached her armpits.

"Who in their right family would wear clothes like this?"

Shen Mo sneered inwardly, "I haven't even made you wear a bikini on the yacht yet."

Huang Xiaoming interrupted their bickering, saying, "Boss Wang will be coming to visit the set later."

Pulling Lu Yang aside, Shen Mo, slumped in the director's chair, looked puzzled.

After thinking for a long time, I finally found a clue.

"Are you going to sign with them?"

Huang Xiaoming nodded, a playful smile on his face.

Seeing the hidden meaning in his words, Shen Mo continued, "What does that expression mean? Did you let those two guys take advantage of you?"

Yang Mi, who was eating watermelon, heard Shen Mo's words and suddenly sprayed watermelon all over Lu Yang's face.

She awkwardly wiped Lu Yang's face with a tissue and continued eating her melon.

Huang Jiaozhu truly had no way to deal with Shen Mo, and said:

"You have such a big mouth."

"His visit to the set was a pretense; he mainly came to see you."

Pointing to his nose, Shen Mo looked serious.

"No matter how much money it costs, two people definitely won't do."

Lu Yang looked mournful because he had been slapped in the face by Big Boobs again.

Huang Xiaoming really didn't want to talk to that bastard Shen Mo anymore, so he made it clear.

"He wants to discuss cooperation with you."

With his legs crossed, Shen Mo said nonchalantly:

"The baby died, but the milk came."

"My movie is almost finished filming."

"What kind of cooperation is this?"

Huang Xiaoming answered directly:

"They only contacted you when you were almost finished filming."

"They've launched a blockbuster."

"We invited Jackie Chan and Jet Li."

"Now I'm looking for a villain."

Without even thinking, Shen Mo said:

"I need to rest for a while after filming."

He rubbed his knees and said, "My whole body is covered in injuries."

Seeing Huang Xiaoming and Yang Mi's "I'd be a fool to believe you" expressions, Shen Mo whispered:

"On the surface, I seem to be fine."

"I managed to get through it all through sheer willpower."

"Actually, they are all internal injuries."

Even though he knew Shen Mo was talking nonsense, Huang Xiaoming still said seriously:

"Um."

"Whether you act or not, try not to offend Boss Wang."

"How so?"

"Huayi is indeed developing very well now."

With a disdainful sneer, Shen Mo said with righteous indignation:

No matter how powerful they are, I won't give them a friendly face.

Do you even know what backbone is?

Do you even know what integrity is?

As the three were talking, a group of people rushed into the photography studio.

Cases of drinks, milk, and eight-treasure porridge were all practical items for the film crew.

Xiao Wang exuded a powerful aura in the crowd, appearing as if he were the center of attention.

He glanced at his own staff and then at Xiao Wang's entourage.

Damn, there were more people visiting the set than the film crew.

Yang Mi muttered something under his breath.

"They're here to help alleviate poverty in rural areas."

Shen Mo darted out in a flash. After hearing his words, Huang Xiaoming and Yang Mi were both startled and felt uneasy.

Master Huang was already thinking about whether he should quickly call the King and tell him that he had to get this matter over with.

Upon reaching Xiao Wang, Shen Mo exerted force with both hands simultaneously...

They clapped hands instantly, then her face lit up with a flirtatious expression, shy and bashful.

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, and having heard the rumors about that bastard Shen Mo, Xiao Wang, who had been looking horrified, suddenly found himself a little confused.

His expression was particularly strange, half of it was seawater and half of it was flames.

His current expression is exactly the same as that of Wu Lao Er, the cousin of Wu Lao Er, the group leader of the film crew.

Don't ask why Wu Lao Er's cousin is also called Wu Lao Er; the answer is he has sequelae of cerebral thrombosis.

"Oh my, Mr. Wang, what brings you here?"

Yang Mi shuddered. The young girl was now extremely suspicious that the Mainland Hotel in their movie might actually be a brothel.

Shen Mo and Wang Erxiao held a ceremony where they said, "I don't know you, but we're buddies."

Kisses, hugs, and lift me up high.

Wang Zhonglei wasn't very tall, and when Shen Mo lifted him up, his toes naturally drooped down, making him look particularly flamboyant.

The two walked hand in hand and chatted for an hour. In the end, Shen Mo saw Wang Zhonglei off with deep affection.

In the car, Wang Zhonglei smiled, feeling that Shen Mo was a good person and respected his two brothers.

Then his expression froze.

They spent over an hour talking nonsense, didn't say a single serious thing, and didn't even leave a phone number.

This is fucking...

After another half month of filming in Hengdian, "John Wick" wrapped up.

Originally, Shen Mo and Zhou Jielun agreed to compete once a year, but since the opportunity was rare, they still let Yanzi and Dani step on the scale.

Despite his lifelong ambition and steadfastness, Shen Mo ultimately fell short in his strategy.

No matter how bad my mood was, I didn't dare criticize Yanzi, because Beijing's housing prices had already started to skyrocket.

He was really afraid that Yanzi, in a fit of anger, would sell her house and acquire his company.

The space that could originally seat four people can now only fit Da Ni and Yan Zi.

Jay Chou squatted to one side, beaming at Shen Mo, who was also squatting down.

I can't beat him, you son of a bitch.

Unable to defeat one opponent, Shen Mo decided to expand his team.

With Dian Wei, we'll find Xu Chu next.

Once I have two fierce generals, I'll crush your scale.

Zhu Yawen drank too much again.

Then he started lamenting how tragically his boss died and how difficult things were for his gang members.

After listening for a while, Shen Mo finally understood.

It turns out that the biggest business of those middle-aged and elderly "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion) people is selling boxed lunches.

Are gangsters really that low now?

After crying for a while, Zhu Yawen, who had calmed down a bit, started handing out business cards to the Hong Kong people in the crew.

The business card says he was the lunchbox guy from the club he went to experience life with.

Zhu Yawen gritted his teeth and pleaded with Shen Mo, saying that as long as Shen Mo helped their gang find more boxed lunch business for film crews, he could forgive Shen Mo.

Shen Mo was indeed in the wrong, having taken advantage of Zhu Yawen for free and inflicted such psychological trauma on him.

I had to do something, and after thinking for a long time, a sudden inspiration struck me.

They brought over Jay Chou and sang "The Prodigal Son Returns" once. Jay Chou immediately understood and copied it down using the electronic keyboard in the restaurant.

The film crew was ready to go. Shen Mo, holding a glass of wine and a cigarette, began to sing in his hoarse voice.

He lit one cigarette after another.

He downed glass after glass of wine.

Please understand me.

I can't hold my liquor, so I sold it to Chongkang.

Time passed day by day.

Sweat dripped down, drop by drop.

One day we were always having some fun with someone,

A prodigal son returns.

Zhu Yawen knelt on the ground and wailed, while Jing Tian, ​​hiding in the corner, had eyes that shone like stars.

Shen Mo posted the video and the "GG" on the business card directly to his blog.

Finally, he added a line of small print: "I am Gao Xiaosong, the XXX."