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The shot was complete, and the director shouted in ecstasy.

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Chapter 51 Unsuccessful Invitation

In fact, the car explosion power is very small, which is not surprising. Because if the explosives are buried too much, the car's steel plates will really be scattered and sprayed, which will become a real car bomb.

So the explosives inside are just for effect. The real completion of the scene is the exploding flame mechanism.

The scene where flames get on the trouser legs of the male protagonist's clothes and people reach out to slap them was truly an unplanned shot.

However, the director was already thinking that for the sake of authenticity, he would definitely edit this scene into the main film. Even if there were some flaws, it would not matter if the stuntman showed his face.

That's how it is in Hollywood. As long as the bloopers disappear quickly enough, they're not a big deal.

Besides, this is not a close-up of the male protagonist, and the long shot is a mistake. Do you really think that every audience member's eyes are so sharp that they can tell that they are different people?

Regardless, the shot worked. As long as the cinematographer didn't make any mistakes and captured the scene correctly, the director believed he would be remembered for the film's climactic explosion.

Of course, this is the confidence that every creator has. But whether it will actually come true in the end is hard to say.

Anyway, at this moment, he was so happy that he was talking nonsense and dancing with his arms around the producer.

After filming this scene, Henry immediately returned to his role as a bystander, changing out of his main character's costume to play the role of a bystander running for his life on the street after the car exploded.

This kind of performance requires no technical skills. As long as the actors don't laugh and their positions don't go wrong, causing them to bump into each other, they will pass it in one go.

After filming a few scenes on the street, the crew behind the scenes began to clean up the location and restore the street to its original state. If the city government's restoration review fails, there will be a heavy fine.

Although it wasn't even noon yet, the cast had already finished their work for the day. The afternoon shoot consisted of scenes with the main cast and supporting actors. There were no scenes with the cast.

Because it was less than a day, I could only receive half a day's salary.

Henry was the most outstanding among all the passerby actors because he had one more stunt shot and got more than others.

The remuneration for that set of shots was a full eight hundred taels, which was the salary for an ordinary actor to work for five or six days.

But no one envied them, because everyone had seen the filming process and realized that the money wasn't that easy to make. Especially since the burns ended up on the actors' feet, and since they weren't wearing fireproof clothing, they might have gotten burns under their pants.

Everyone came here with the dream of becoming a star. Although some people received higher salaries, the behind-the-scenes workers really had nothing to envy.

After the random actors dispersed, Henry was still unable to escape, and was kept by Channing. The two of them found a coffee shop to sit in, and it was clear that the action team leader was quite satisfied with the action shots just now.

After buying himself and the young man a cup of cheap coffee, Channing got straight to the point: "Young man, you've done a great job. Are you interested in joining me? It's not just about stunts. I have many other ways to make money."

Henry didn't rush to agree. In his past life, he had seen too many ugly capitalists and their various soft and hard PUA tactics, and he had long been immune to them.

Channing's invitation was straightforward, without any sense of pressure. In fact, even if he was forced, Henry didn't want to stay with this team because their skills were so poor.

Henry didn't even have to think about the reason for his refusal. He said, "Channing, thank you for coming to talk to me. But to be honest, I still want to be an actor with my face on screen. Stuntmen are just behind the scenes, so they don't really appeal to me."

"Are you really not going to give it some thought? You're very talented, and you'll make more money than being a regular actor." Qian Ning thought for a moment, then added, "Besides, there are some stuntmen who have made it big and become big stars. You still have a chance."

"Oh, come on. You mean Buster Keaton? Or Harry Houdini? Don't you think about the era they lived in? Or Jack Chan? He's from Hong Kong."

Qian Ning said with regret, "What a pity! You are talented and young, and now is the time to strive for success. Without this period of time to accumulate experience, the opportunity to become a big star would not have fallen upon you."

"But Channing, the division of labor in Hollywood is becoming increasingly specialized. If I'm typecast, will I ever have a chance to move beyond being a stuntman? Besides, what can I earn in the end except for injuries? There's not even an Oscar for stuntmen."

Just a few simple words made Channing's mouth open and close, speechless. Because what Henry said was the truth. Even though stuntmen earn more than ordinary actors, this was all for his medical expenses.

If you want to become a millionaire, you have to become a star. Ordinary third-tier actors might even have to pay their entire fortune just to get a chance to appear on screen.

Qian Ning felt like he was poured with a bucket of cold water. He was completely depressed and it was difficult to persuade him any further.

Henry saw this and knew that he had given too much medicine. Don't knock people down in one go. Life is no longer fun, and people are looking for relief in tall buildings.

After thinking for a moment, Henry smiled and said, "Qianning, our cooperation is actually quite good. You have people under you who need to be led, so it's impossible for you to give me all the opportunities.

"If you're truly short of staff, or if there's a particularly good opportunity, please contact me. I'll continue pursuing my dream of becoming a star and looking for opportunities in Hollywood. Is that okay?"

If I didn't agree to join the other team directly, and they still come up to me again, it would probably be a troublesome job like today.

But if it really doesn't work, just refuse it then. Henry said these words today, just to let both parties step down, not to make enemies.

Qian Ning, having regained his composure, thought carefully and decided that this approach wasn't a big deal. Or rather, it was simply the way they did things.

Qian Ning is not the owner of a legitimate agency or team; he is merely a registered agent. There aren't many stuntmen with legitimate agency contracts.

The so-called action team is a group of people who know each other and have a good relationship with each other. As long as he gets the opportunity, he will form the necessary behind-the-scenes personnel according to the requirements of the producer.

There are no permanent members, at best there are members who work together more often. If these people have already taken on other work, they will naturally prioritize those.

When selecting actors, the production company's needs come first, followed by the people within their own team. If they can't find enough, they'll look for suitable stunt actors from outside.

Henry's answer wasn't a complete rejection. Would he still refuse if he didn't have a job?

It was just that when I was arranging people, Channing would come to Henry later in the priority list. Maintaining this kind of relationship was actually enough.

After thinking it through, Qian Ning stopped trying to persuade him and said, "Okay, if there's any need, we'll get in touch again. I hope we can have another opportunity to work together in the future."

"It will happen." Henry said politely.

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Chapter 52 Special BBS

"Have you heard of that very special BBS?"

"Which university founded it?"

"It wasn't done by any known university, nor by any lab boss."

"So what's so special about this BBS?"

"Once you're connected, you only have ten minutes to prove yourself. Once those ten minutes are up, your computer will be compromised and the virus will immediately paralyze the entire system. I heard a professor was even infected."

"So? What's so great about this? At best, it's just a poison pot. You'll win if you hit it in a row."

"What kind of virus would wait ten minutes for you to activate? Either it executes, or nothing happens. That's the normal state, right? Don't be so ignorant that you'd think computer viruses spread via syringes."

"Okay, let's not talk about viruses. I still have the same question: what's so special about that BBS? Is it worth the risk of spending ten minutes online?"

"After connecting to the BBS, there's no introduction, only three messages. The first one reads: 'To those reading this, you have only ten minutes to protect yourself and gain the right to stay. Otherwise, you can only choose to leave.' The message was left by CK."

"Oh, what's the second message?"

"‵There's no shit here, don't be fooled.' The message was left by KM."

"KM? Could it be the legendary one... then what about the third message?"

"‵That guy up there is shit, this is the biggest treasure." 'Leave a comment LT.'

"Fuck! If the last two people are really the ones I guessed, then who is CK?"

"I don't know. That's why everyone wants to risk a ten-minute system crash to find the secret of that BBS."

Messages like this are quietly spreading in universities across the United States.

The rise of personal computers has become an irreversible trend of the times. A considerable number of people are not content to be just users, but are constantly challenging the limits of this emerging product.

Just like the emergence of cars, racing competitions were also born at the same time.

Finding limits and breaking through them seems to be human instinct.

But to put it bluntly, it's just a search for pleasure in the pursuit of death, just like those players of extreme sports. The only difference is that extreme sports pursue the ultimate physical fitness, while here it is a competition of the ultimate wisdom.

Therefore, this special BBS quickly spread among this group of college students who were seeking their own death.

Especially those top universities that excel in science and engineering, not to mention the self-righteous college students, even professors in the information schools are involved in it.

However, most people still had no clue what was happening within ten minutes. They could only watch helplessly as their computers were hacked, their system files wiped out, and a terrifying clown dot-matrix image with a laughing expression appeared on the screen.

If your computer has a sound card and speakers connected, you can also hear strange MIDI laughter.

Of course, such rumors also reached the ears of a doctoral student who was leisurely studying at the Institute of Space Physics of the California Institute of Technology.

He was admitted to the Department of Electrical Engineering at MIT at the age of fourteen and eventually obtained a Ph.D. in Engineering Physics.

My interest in Caltech wasn't so much in the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, which collaborates with NASA, but in Hollywood actresses. I just came to get a degree.

As a graduate of MIT, he did not seem out of place in this equally prestigious institution of learning, but he was still seen as a thorn in the eyes of many people.

...Perhaps the reason why he is regarded as a thorn in the eyes is not because of his university background, but because of his origin and the girls around him.

Tony Stark, sole heir to Stark Industries, strolled across this sunny campus. His handsome face instantly captured the attention of many women, and he was also met with envious and resentful glances from the men.

Of course, the gazes of those carrot-heads did not cause any trouble to Tony Stark.

Whether they were in love or jealous, the fact that they were able to enter this university showed that they were smart enough not to mess with the eldest son of the Stark family.

Even if it was just a look of contempt, the subsequent impact would be too much for them to bear.

Money equals power; this is an unwavering principle in the United States. Anyone who thinks this doesn't hold true simply doesn't have enough money.

In a place like this, only two things would catch Master Stark's eye.

She was also a beauty who made his heart beat fast. Even if this heartbeat only lasted until the time of the sage, at least it made the young master hard.

It was also the unknown that interested him. It could be knowledge, or something he had never seen before.

So when he heard the conversation between two creepy guys next to him in the public dining area, he became interested in that “special BBS”.

After swallowing a hamburger from the school cafeteria and abandoning the idea of ​​finding a chef to replace the school cafeteria chef, Tony Stark sat down next to the two slovenly students that no one wanted to approach.

The first question he asked was: "What's the IP address of that BBS?"

"You are...Tony Stark?"

"Yes, I am. I don't sign autographs for people. I just want to know the BBS IP address you mentioned. Or is it something that cannot be disclosed and I need to find it myself?"

"No, sir, of course not." The college student frantically searched his body. "Let me find a piece of paper and write it down for you. I should have some notepaper on me."

"No, no, no, just say it directly. I can remember it. If you write it on something for me, I might lose it in the blink of an eye." Tony said the hurtful truth.

"Oh, okay," the person said, immediately giving the IP address. For those of us who work in the information industry, this kind of information is memorized directly in our heads; no one writes it down on paper.

Because important and frequently used things will naturally be remembered, and things that are forgotten are not important at all, so it doesn’t matter if they are forgotten.

After receiving a string of numbers, Tony Stark didn't say thank you. He just knocked his fist on the table twice, didn't even look at the two people, and stood up and left.

The two people who were still sitting there stared at each other as they watched the man walk away. One of them said, "Do you think it's possible for me to get a job at Stark Industries in the future?"

"For something like this, you should have asked directly while the person was present, and then signed a written contract. Everyone knows that the person might forget what they said, let alone something that was not said."

"Alas, a great opportunity was missed."

The two looked at each other and sighed.

For those who came from ordinary families and were admitted to Caltech, it was impossible for them to be jealous of that person, because they knew they had no right to be jealous.

But that doesn't mean they don't want to cling to this golden thigh. It's just that when the opportunity came, they seemed unable to grasp it...

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Chapter 53: Clown Virus

Tony Stark left the public dining area and headed to the public computer area in the library.

The Starks' villa on Malibu Beach certainly had computers available, with better performance and configuration. But it was a long way from the university, so it was better to use the public computers on campus.

In that era, personal computers were still an expensive luxury, and not many college students' families could afford to buy one after they were burdened with tuition loans.

However, this emerging thing will inevitably occupy an important position in the foreseeable future.

Caltech, with its vision, will undoubtedly devote its full efforts to cultivating talent in this area. The first step, then, is to expose more students to computers.

Computers, whether for gaming or the convenience they offer, naturally attract countless university students. Therefore, the public computer areas in libraries are often full, with people sometimes queuing.

Since the eldest son of the Stark family wanted to use it, of course he couldn't just stand in line and wait for others to finish using it and get off the plane.

Tony found a camera position that suited his eyes and walked over. He patted the shoulder of the fat man who was surfing and chatting on the BBS, then threw out a hundred guns and gave him a look.

The fat man, who was about to turn around and curse, first saw the green banknotes, then saw the person winking at him. He immediately smiled ingratiatingly and stood up, not forgetting to pat the seat to cool it down a little.

During this period, Tony Stark hadn't yet developed the obsessive-compulsive disorder and eccentric personality that would develop after he became the leader of the group. Or rather, Tony's eccentricities, as seen by others, were forced out by those around him with ill intentions.

At that time, he was a young master who was in school, had a wealthy family, was generous and loved to play.

Anyone who truly understands the art of play knows that those who put their heart into it don't usually have any obsessions with cleanliness or taboos. It could be said that breaking those conventional frameworks, getting dirty yourself, and messing with others is what makes it fun.

So, not only was Tony Stark without bodyguards, he also looked rather slovenly, unconcerned with details, and a bit of a hipster vibe. He sat down on the chair that someone else had been sitting on without a second thought.