Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 130 A Chinese Odyssey

One week later, in Zhenbeibao, Yinchuan.

I cycled 2,000 kilometers from Urumqi to Yinchuan, embodying the essence of budget travel—eating well and sleeping soundly.

Along the way, some chubby people lost weight and even developed curves, like Fan Bingbing. One late night, Liu Qianqian pestered the older sister for a midnight snack, even threatening her with the threat that "the big brother has no acting jobs"—Fan Bingbing accepted the transformation and became curvaceous.

Even fair-skinned people turned tanned. The wind and sun along the way had tanned Tong Liya, who rarely rides motorcycles, to the point that the three giants were even more tanned.

Her round face became more defined. The wind is the best cosmetic surgeon; Liu Qianqian's round face looks like it's been shaved. Now, even if Liu Xiaoli stands in front of her, she'll be stunned for three seconds before recognizing it as her own round face.

At that moment, four ragged bandits sneaked into Black Wind Ridge under the cover of night.

As a traditional mountain bandit, Zhou Xiaobai immediately took a liking to this place—it was the perfect spot to occupy the mountain, rob and steal.

"Look, there are houses!" Liu Qianqian shouted, pointing to a row of thatched houses in front of her.

"And there's a huge net." Tong Liya pointed to an enormous net, her expression full of surprise. "Is that spider silk?"

"Look, look! There really is a big spider!" Fan Bingbing, with her sharp eyes, spotted the strange creature.

It was her idea to set up camp on the mountain tonight. After witnessing the fight between the two types of wolves last time, she had become much bolder. Lately, she had been deliberately running to deserted places, hoping to encounter some strange creatures.

I never expected to actually run into one.

"Ah!" Liu Qianqian was so frightened that she hugged Zhou Xiaobai tightly, her whole body trembling like a leaf—the little tyrant was fearless of everything, but his biggest fears were spiders and cockroaches.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go check it out," Zhou Xiaobai reassured him nonchalantly. If there were any real danger, the system would have alerted the authorities long ago. That cheater didn't say a word, so he must be fine.

The system wasn't silent; rather, their actions over this period of time had caused them internal injuries.

These idiots, who would look for acting roles like this?

It just wanted to watch the excitement. Anyway, Liu Qianqian's album has recently seen a surge in popularity, reaching over a million views in just over ten days, so it wasn't in a hurry.

"I'll go too." Fan Bingbing tiptoed behind to join in the fun.

"Watch this, watch this—" Tong Liya had recently improved her skills and was always looking for an opportunity to show off. Moreover, she was even faster, and with a bang, she kicked a stone that smashed into the giant spider.

Unexpectedly, the giant spider slid half a meter away. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief—was it made of air?

Zhou Xiaobai walked over and pinched the spider's leg. It was soft and weightless; it was clearly a large toy. He concluded, "Some kid must have broken it and thrown it here."

Fan Bingbing picked up a stick and poked at it: "It really is fake." She sighed helplessly, "Sigh! Can't you become a spirit?" As she spoke, she took out a knife and cut off her leg.

The four giants were overjoyed.

At this moment, Tong Liya had already pushed open a door.

"Cough, cough!" Liu Qianqian fanned her nose and followed them inside. The place was filled with piles of straw, the tables had broken legs, and the smell of mildew was overwhelming. She turned her head and asked with disgust, "How about... we stay at a hotel?"

Zhou Xiaobai followed him in, looking left and right. All he saw was scrap metal, clearly uninhabited for a long time. He pointed to the brightly lit area down the mountain: "The hotel is too far, we'll stay here. I heard they often film movies over there, we need to keep watch."

This is what he got out of Zhou Wenqiong. She said that those who run around looking for roles are all just waiting for opportunities near the film set.

Fan Bingbing nodded. She was here to find her a role, so naturally she wouldn't object.

Tong Liya also thought it was fine. If we were going to stay in a hotel, we would have done so already. Besides, there's room to rest. Isn't this the kind of fun we're looking for in wilderness survival?

The location for setting up camp has been decided.

Zhou Xiaobai and Fan Bingbing were in charge of cleaning, while Tong Liya and Liu Qianqian started a fire and grilled skewers.

At this moment, a small shop at the foot of Black Wind Ridge was bustling with noise. A group of people dressed as bandits were having a pre-show pep talk, preparing to eat and drink their fill before going to act out their bandit roles.

With a full beard, Stephen Chow was giving instructions past the director: "Props crew, hurry up once you've finished eating. You guys go up the mountain first to check the set. Lighting crew, follow up and adjust the lights. And the extras, go up there first too..."

Stephen Chow, the person in charge of "A Chinese Odyssey," looked annoyed.

Funds were running out, filming was not going smoothly, and progress was severely delayed.

Originally planned for release at the beginning of the year, the script was revised again and again, taking another six months to complete. Script re-creation is Stephen Chow's forte; he pursues the exaggerated and nonsensical style of Hong Kong comedy and aims to make his brand bigger and stronger.

"Old Liu, when you're filming, give us more close-ups, make sure it looks like it's all splashing around, make it exaggerated..." Director and screenwriter Jeffrey Lau was also annoyed, but he had no choice but to give the instructions.

This time, Stephen Chow came up with a new idea: he felt this scene needed to be reshot, and that the thieving nature of the gang leader should also be captured—of course, the gang leader was himself. The previous version was more comedic than it was thieving.

Liu Zhenwei was actually satisfied, but Stephen Chow's refusal to agree made him furious, and he even considered starting a revolution.

But with no money or food, he couldn't control Stephen Chow at all and could only go along with him.

"Okay, we've finished eating. Let's go check out the camera." Old Liu nodded with a simple smile. He worked at Xi'an Film Studio, and this job was taken on by the studio. People from Hong Kong Island were all wealthy, so reshoots were no problem—there was food, drink, and money. He would be happy to do it even if he had to work until retirement.

"Second-in-command, White Bone Demon, Spider Demon, come here." Stephen Chow, poking at a toothpick, gave feedback to Karen Mok, the White Bone Demon, "Ah Wei, your makeup is too perfect, it lacks any demonic aura. Have the makeup artist fix it up later..."

The second-in-command, Ng Man-tat, grinned slyly and teased the Spider Demon, Lam Kit-ying, "Thirty Sister, if your clothes were a little more revealing, a demon should look like a demon. If you're too conservative, even we bandits are staring at you."

The crowd around them joined in the commotion.

Liu Zhenwei shook his head helplessly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, making smacking noises until only half the cigarette remained.

This film was invested in by Stephen Chow, who is both the person in charge and the lead actor. You can do whatever you want with him; this time, we'll just put our names on it.

However, it must be said that if we still can't resolve this, everyone will be left with nothing.

"Sing, if you ask me, we still need to hurry up. This movie can't be delayed any longer. If it drags on any longer, we won't even be able to afford boxed lunches." Liu Zhenwei threw down his cigarette butt, his tone revealing helplessness and anxiety.

Stephen Chow waved his hand and put one foot on the stool: "Old Liu, there's no use in rushing. My films are all about perfection. Besides, I've invested so much money; if it doesn't become a classic, my reputation will be ruined."

Wu Mengda rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Classic? I think it's going to become an unfinished project."

Although the words were not spoken loudly, they still reached everyone's ears. This was followed by laughter, which lightened the atmosphere considerably.

But just then, a phone ring suddenly shattered this rare moment of relaxation.

Zhou Xingxing took out his phone and saw that it was a call from Lao Lin, the stage manager.

He answered the phone: "Hey, Lao Lin, what's up?"

"Boss, no! Star Boy, our territory has been taken over by four petty thieves!"

Old Lin spoke at an astonishing speed on the phone, which even he found unbelievable—in this day and age, are there really people who rule the mountains like kings?

Stephen Chow stood there stunned, wondering if he had misheard.