I am a Big Player
Chapter 677 - 668, Zhao Fatty’s shrewdness_1

Chapter 677: 668, Zhao Fatty’s shrewdness_1

Ren He patted off the dust on his hands and turned around with a smile to say to the utterly dumbfounded Zhao Fatty, "What did I say?"

Zhao Fatty didn’t say it out loud, but the martial arts instructor from the hotel suddenly mumbled in astonishment, "What did this kid say this afternoon, that he’s pretty good at fighting?"

Damn, he really is pretty good at it!

When the Martial Arts Director heard Ren He say he was good at fighting this afternoon, he chuckled inwardly, thinking it was just brash youth unaware of their own limitations.

But now he realized, when the kid said he was good, he was actually being modest!

The Martial Arts Director was a proper practitioner; even now he practiced his horse stance daily and stood on his hands for a while. As the saying goes, practice the stance before the skill, the cauldron builds strength, where "the cauldron" refers to handstands.

Director Li laughed as he watched the spirited young man outside the window, "He doesn’t look very old, probably not even 20, what do you think, Liu? How about you match skills with him to see who is better?"

After hearing this, Martial Arts Director Liu was stunned for a moment and then bitterly smiled, "If I fought him, I probably wouldn’t last three moves. He’s a true expert."

He had the clearest view of the fight; this youth’s ability to strike vital points and subdue the enemy was unbeatable. If you let this kid hit you, at the very least, half of your fighting ability would be gone.

What did that mean to those who practiced martial arts? It was practically a divine technique!

What is wushu? Is it just for show? No, it isn’t.

The masters during the Republic of China era all emphasized the power to kill an enemy. Some even extremely said that if wushu didn’t target the three vital points, it was nothing but fancy footwork, just embroidering fists—put simply, it’s like... when you fight, you hit the groin first...

Although the group that lay on the ground did not seem to have very serious injuries, Martial Arts Director Liu understood this was the result of the other party holding back. An expert capable of easily defeating more than a dozen men—if he really intended to kill... Liu felt a chill run down his spine.

After hearing Liu say he wouldn’t last more than three moves himself, Director Li’s gaze through the window became more profound. He took a careful look: this extra had an outstanding aura, exceptional skills, and was at the prime of his youth.

The audience’s tastes were gradually shifting towards younger actors; the greener they were, the more popular they became. If he was being honest, the reason he had asked Ren He to come back to the crew tomorrow was because Ren He had shown some promising acting potential that afternoon.

After all, not anyone could portray that kind of ferocious soldier’s valiant momentum.

In that scene, the Imperial Guard was responsible for the emperor’s safety, one of the finest in the military hierarchy. The script was clear: the rumor in the jianghu was that each Imperial Guard could take on a hundred men. If the Imperial Guard appeared too soft, then there would be a major flaw in the show.

That’s why the assistant director had been so frantically looking for the right people to play the thirty Imperial Guards.

And Ren He had indeed produced the effect Director Li wanted, which was rare.

With a good image, skills surpassing those of an average martial artist, an age that the audience loved, and improvable acting skills, Director Li tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought.

Zhao Fatty, dragging Ren He and the now stunned Jin Xiaolong, hurriedly ran. After reaching a secluded place, Zhao Fatty, panting heavily, said, "A fight’s a fight, but you have to be very careful in the future with the factions trying to trip you up. These people bully the weak and fear the strong. Today, you’ve intimidated them, so they probably won’t confront you openly, but be careful of their underhanded tactics. Extras getting injured on set won’t earn any sympathy."

Ren He thought it over and didn’t want to seem arrogant, acknowledging the advice, "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."

"You don’t need to worry about them using knives on you or calling the police, either. That’s just how things are in this town. If they beat me, and I can’t beat them back, I just have to act submissive. I wouldn’t call the cops or secretly stab them with a knife," Zhao Fatty consoled, then hesitated before finally sighing with admiration, "Brother, you really can fight..."

If Zhao Fatty previously only viewed Ren He as a newbie extra, now he was starting to treat Ren He more like a brother.

The times had changed. People would deride the poor but not the promiscuous. Wives could betray their husbands for money and fame, husbands could betray their wives for a better future and desires, and instances of brothers stabbing each other in the back were not few, not to mention the rare acts of righteous bravery.

Zhao Fatty had always wished he could slim down and play a chivalrous swordsman in wushu dramas, sharing joyful times with extraordinary friends and helping each other out when in trouble.

But reality is cruel, and such beautiful dreams were far from true.

Yet today, a friend he had known for only two days had, for the sake of a few facial injuries, single-handedly taken down more than ten people. That feeling was simply exhilarating!

In his whole life, Zhao Fatty felt he had never been so thrilled!

"Wait here, I’m going to buy some beer, and we’ll drink outside!" Zhao Fatty rushed off alone, and when he returned more than ten minutes later, he was carrying a case of beer and a big bag of snacks—pickled pepper chicken feet, duck legs, and sausage-like items.

Ordinarily, Ren He would definitely not eat these kinds of snacks with drinks, but right now, the three of them sat on the withered wood and yellow sand outside North Fort, enjoying beer and snacks of pickled chicken feet and sausages with relish.

Watching the sunset finally sink into the land, Ren He felt that this round of drinks alone made his extra experience trip worthwhile.

Zhao Fatty’s alcohol tolerance was quite low; after four bottles of beer, he was already feeling woozy, "I also thought about moving up to special appointments or sticking with a crew. Even becoming a featured actor would be fine. But instead, I ended up playing corpses for who knows how many years. What’s the point of being a Group Head? I have my selfishness, too!"

Zhao Fatty burped and continued, "I’m just hoping one day one of you makes it big and takes me along, just let me play a role with some lines! I’m selfish, sure, but who isn’t selfish? Lu Xiaotu, you just keep on acting well. I think you can make it. If you become famous, get Pang a speaking role, so I don’t have to lie on the ground all day. Even the blind masseurs say I have cold in my body. Damn, lying on the ground all day, how could I not be cold?"

Jin Xiaolong and Ren He burst into laughter, both deeply sensing the bitterness in the Fatty’s heart.

Before, Ren He always felt that when the time came to part, Fatty would return the 200 bucks and treat him to a meal. Although Fatty seemed like a good person, his generosity was still a bit too much!

Today’s revelation from Zhao Fatty peeled back the mystery—his gestures were aimed at being remembered for future favors should anyone become successful.

This craftiness suddenly made Zhao Fatty’s character much more three-dimensional. However, Ren He actually liked this version of Zhao Fatty better, because what he said was true—In this day and age, who doesn’t have selfish desires?

The people who claim to have no selfishness day after day are the truly frightening ones.