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

Chapter 131 Taking Over Territory

Let's turn our attention back to the mountain.

Zhou Xiaobai dismantled the windowsill to use as firewood; tonight was another whole lamb feast, and the lamb fat dripped onto the fire with a "sizzling" sound.

"Come on, cheers! Wishing Sister Bingbing all the best in her career and every day!" Liu Qianqian lifted her head from half a watermelon, her face covered in watermelon juice, to celebrate Fan Bingbing's acting career in advance.

In her view, the four big names coming out to act is just like the boss fighting the minions, a piece of cake for them.

Let's go to the film set tomorrow and see. With my skills, how could I not find a role that can fight?

"Sister Bingbing, when you become famous, remember to take care of your little sister." Tong Liya scooped up some melon with a spoon, offering a compliment. Even though they were sisters, she couldn't be stingy with flattery.

"Cheers!" Zhou Xiaobai raised the melon in one hand, revealing his bold and unrestrained nature. "Sister Bingbing, tomorrow morning, we'll go down the mountain and steal your spotlight!"

Then he took out a book and handed it to her, saying, "This is a gift for you. Sisi's popularity points have reached a million, so I'll redeem a 'One-Click Learning' card for you later, and you'll be able to understand this book."

"Thank you, little brother and sister." Fan Bingbing smiled broadly, put down the melon, and took the book. The cover had seven big characters on it: "An Actor Prepares."

"Come on, come on, it's time to eat!" As the exclusive barbecue chef for the four giants, Tong Liya's roasted lamb is exceptional.

The mutton in front of me was crispy and golden brown, and the strong aroma of oil mixed with the spiciness of cumin and chili wafted straight into my nose.

"It smells so good! I wouldn't trade this life for anything." Liu Qianqian licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the lamb. Ever since she tasted it for the first time, she had discovered that this thing was simply a treasure of the world.

Fan Bingbing sniffed, took out a small knife and started cutting the meat: "Hmm, luckily we practice martial arts every day, otherwise if we eat like this, we'll become fat sooner or later."

After being exposed to spicy food for a while, she can now eat spicy food.

The four were enjoying the aroma of melons and meat when suddenly a commotion of footsteps and chattering voices came from outside—

"Hurry, hurry, the stage manager said it's just ahead!"

"The set has been taken over? Who dares to take over our place these days?"

"Hurry up, don't let him get away!"

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang," the door was kicked open.

The four giants all turned their heads simultaneously—

A large group of people surged in through the doorway: strangely dressed, with scraggly hair and beards, carrying gleaming broadswords, and the leaders, a few with fierce faces, looked exactly like the legendary mountain bandits.

For a moment, the air froze.

The fire crackled and popped, and the sound of mutton fat dripping was exceptionally clear.

"ah--!"

Liu Qianqian screamed, then her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

Then, she shouted even more excitedly, "You're bandits? Real bandits?"

Tong Liya reacted quickly, grabbing a wooden stick and taking a defensive stance with a wary look in her eyes.

Fan Bingbing was a little confused: In this peaceful and prosperous world, there really are mountain bandits?

And Zhou Xiaobai—

As is his profession, without saying a word, he smashed the watermelon in his hand!

"Hey! You're trying to rob your grandpa!"

"Bang!"

Before the bandit leader could react, a large watermelon hit him squarely on the forehead. The juice burst out, and the effect was astonishing. His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

The remaining bandits were all stunned.

For a moment, only the crackling of the fire and the heavy breathing of the people in the dilapidated house remained in the room.

"Speak! Are you bandits?" Liu Qianqian put one hand on her hip, pointed at the newcomers, her tone fierce, yet her appearance adorable. A self-proclaimed female knight-errant, she had always harbored a dream of upholding justice, thinking she'd never have the chance. But unexpectedly, her dream came true—bandits delivered themselves to her doorstep.

"Kneel down and sing 'Conquer' for Grandpa." Zhou Xiaobai came up with another ingenious idea.

He had heard the song "Conquer" in the system and could hum a few lines. He originally planned to teach Liu Qianqian to sing it.

Now, it's great that someone can provide on-site instruction.

Fan Bingbing, the eldest sister, noticed something unusual—these people were carrying lanterns, and some were even carrying video cameras.

She was about to ask a question when the people opposite her came to their senses.

A petty thief helped up Old Lin, the dazed and confused stagehand, and called out anxiously, "Old Lin! Old Lin, are you alright? Are you okay?"

At that moment, another group of people suddenly gathered outside.

Taking advantage of the moment, Fan Bingbing leaned close to Zhou Xiaobai's ear and said, "Wait, something's not right with these people..."

She recounted the anomaly she had discovered.

Zhou Xiaobai was stunned. He looked at the group's attire, then at the weapons in their hands, and then turned to look around. His mind was a little confused—was this a movie shoot? We're going to go head-to-head with a movie crew right from the start?

But even if it's wrong, we can't admit it; we have to stick to our guns.

He gave Fan Bingbing a reassuring look, using reason and righteousness to his advantage: "Heh! In broad daylight, when the country is peaceful and prosperous, you still come here to rob? Is the government starving you, or have you done something bad and want to become kings of the mountains?"

"Ah! Young man, no, no, we're not bandits!" photographer Lao Liu hurriedly explained.

As a mainlander, he knew the weight of those words—was this kid trying to portray him as the villain? He couldn't afford to take that lying down.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat?" Old Lin, the production assistant, finally reacted, first wiping the juice from his face, then clutching the huge bump on his forehead, his anger blazing. "You still think you're right? You robbed our film set and even hit someone! Call your parents!"

"I think you four are the real petty thieves! Fighting over territory and smashing things?" The props team rushed over, dragging a large spider with a broken leg. "Old Lin, this is bad, they must have done this!"

"Yes, yes, and these windowsills were also taken down!" Another set designer with sharp eyes spotted the windowsills that had been torn to pieces next to the fire. However, his eyes were also drooling, constantly glancing at the whole roasted lamb.

"Ah! You're finished! Even if you were sold, you couldn't afford to pay for it!" Old Lin, the stage manager, pointed at the four men, trembling as he threatened, "Call the police! Call Xingzai!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qianqian also noticed something unusual.

She looked up and stared in disbelief.

In pursuit of immortality, she has acquired a great deal of knowledge over the past year.

There were also a few ordinary-looking people carrying cameras on the other side.

She was internally screaming – Is this a movie shoot? Did we steal someone's territory? And we even got into a fight?

But as a little tyrant, she'll make a scene even if she's unreasonable, and anti-fraud and anti-smuggling are her specialties.

She said in a cute and innocent way, "This land is mine, this house is mine! If you want to use this house, leave the money for buying it—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xiaobai covered his mouth—this idiot had confessed without being asked?

Fan Bingbing covered her mouth, wanting to laugh, but afraid of ruining her composure.

Tong Liya, however, quickly chimed in, showing her close friendship and determination: "You dare call the police to steal our territory? You're asking for it! I'll call the police!"

As she was speaking, she took out her phone, but Fan Bingbing pressed it down.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Alright! We can't talk anymore, let's find the person in charge.

Old Lin was trembling with rage. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, he stammered, "Boss, no! Xingzai, our territory has been stolen by four petty thieves..."

Upon hearing the words "boss" and "territory," Zhou Xiaobai's eyes lit up—Ha! We'll stick to the fact that you're bandits!

It seems this matter can't be resolved peacefully. We're not ones to suffer losses; we'll accuse you of kidnapping a child and even assaulting someone.

Thinking of this, he gave them a look, and the four of them immediately huddled together, discussing countermeasures and setting up their targets.