Buddhist monks in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1170 The Socially-Averse Girl Addicted to Lao Zhao
Zhao Chuanxin came to the scolded little girl and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The little girl looked up. She had black hair and blue eyes.

She was not as pretty as Zhao Nianzhen, but her shyness made it impossible for Heaven to reward her hard work, and her ethereal and kind nature could not contain it.

Probably in his early twenties.

Compared with others, Zhao Nianzhen is considered an old aunt.

But if an old lady in her sixties can play an unmarried girl, what’s the big deal about Zhao Nianzhen, who is in her thirties, playing a twenty-year-old girl?
The little girl is a little socially anxious and wants to avoid Zhao Chuanxin's gaze.

But Zhao Chuanxin's gaze was like a black hole. Once locked, nothing could escape.

She couldn't help but say, "I can't act well. I can't act well. I can't control myself."

Seeing that Zhao Nianzhen was doing well and the process was still going smoothly, Zhao Chuanxin turned his head away and said, "Come out and tell me."

He is an old man over a hundred years old. Everyone looks like a little girl to him, even though he has passed the fat period when hard work pays off.

The little girl couldn't help but follow Zhao Chuanxin out.

But the male protagonist John Wayne looked at the direction where Zhao Chuanxin and the little girl were leaving, frowning repeatedly. He was still at an age where he could bear the world with tolerance.

The director was displeased: "John, why are you always distracted? Look at this newcomer, how well he performed."

The director was unhappy, but he spoke lightly because John Wayne was a very high-ranking person.

John Wayne had to withdraw his attention and concentrate on acting with Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette and lit it: "What difficulties do you have? Tell me. I specialize in curing all kinds of dissatisfaction...lack of confidence."

Old Zhao has a very strong aura.

It is powerful enough to target this kind of socially anxious person and make him cooperate subconsciously.

The little girl quickly said, "You see, I am always nervous when I act, and I can't control my hands."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Do you know what can cure tension and fear?"

The little girl finally asked anxiously from the bottom of her heart: "What?"

"Desensitization." Zhao Chuanxin said, "I can help you with desensitization, but it's a small workshop, so the materials used will be more aggressive."

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found it was quite empty here.

Without saying a word, he reached out and hugged the little girl and started moving at lightning speed.

The little girl screamed in fear.

She had ridden in carriages, cars, and airplanes, but none of them were as fast as this.

She was stunned.

She struggled.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You can scream, but no one will hear you even if you scream your throat out."

He has opened up the absolute realm.

The little girl saw a man walking his dog not far away with his back to them.

She called out: "Help..."

The man turned a deaf ear and really couldn't hear.

Then in the blink of an eye the man was left behind.

The little girl was desperate.

There was a wall in front of them, and they were about to crash into it.

The little girl's tongue trembled with fear.

At this speed, wouldn’t he be killed on the spot?

However, Zhao Chuanxin took her and jumped over the second-floor apartment.

The little girl stopped screaming and looked at Zhao Chuanxin in shock, who had a calm expression.

Is he a human or a ghost?
After a while, Zhao Chuanxin said, "We're here."

"Ah..." The little girl was shocked to find that they were no longer in the crew. "Is this Li Shan?"

She saw the "HOLLYWOOD" wooden billboard next to her.

There was a Kusama hawk circling in the sky. Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky and made a call that sounded like an eagle's cry.

The Ku's hawk suddenly lowered its head and dived quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his arm, and the Ku's eagle stood on his arm.

Its feathers are golden in color, like copper, and are very beautiful.

It looked around, getting close to Zhao Chuanxin, but was wary of the little girl.

All this overturned the little girl's cognition.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his arms and the Ku's eagle flew back into the sky.

"How about it? When more exciting things happen, will making a movie still make you nervous?" Zhao Chuanxin asked the little girl cheerfully.

The little girl was no longer shy or afraid.

She blinked: "Aren't you worried that I'll tell your secret to others?"

Zhao Chuanxin was confident: "Just tell me, I smell alcohol. Given your personality and drinking habits, no one will believe you if you tell them."

The little girl's expression began to become conflicted and painful again.

Zhao Chuanxin flew to the top of the billboard.

It's quite empty here.

He pulled out his revolver and threw a steel basin into the air.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The steel basin was knocked around in the air and finally landed at the little girl's feet.

The little girl saw four bullet marks on the steel basin.

The male lead in her movie is a sharpshooter.

But that's false.

The person in front of me is real.

With this speed of shooting and reloading, I'm afraid that all the sharpshooters in the movies combined would not be enough to kill as many as he can.

"You, how did you do that?"

"It's just practice that makes perfect." Zhao Chuanxin reloaded the bullets and handed the revolver to her: "You can also try the Equality Device. Or let's find someone and try to shoot that person."

"Me? I can't. I've never fired a gun before, let alone at someone. It would kill someone."

"Look over there, there are some pigeons flying over, shoot them."

Hollywood is overrun with pigeons.

"No, no..." the little girl said in horror, "It will die."

Pigeons are stupid.

They are not very afraid of people. Their goal in life is to get something to eat from human trash cans every day, and it doesn't necessarily have to be French fries.

They are mice of the air.

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the revolver into the little girl's hand without saying a word, and then controlled her hand to shoot.

The little girl felt that Zhao Chuanxin's big hands were warm, dry, very strong, and not shaking at all.

boom.

A pigeon was shot down and blood splattered on the spot.

"Ah..." The little girl was stunned: "I, I, I killed it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Very good, let's do it again."

boom.

Another pigeon that tried to escape was shot down.

The rest scattered.

The girl's body began to tremble. "Why are you doing this to me? I didn't provoke you."

She was terribly frightened.

Not everyone can kill.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned her gun around and shot herself in the chest.

This time, the little girl desperately turned the gun around: "Are you crazy?"

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin loosened his hand, the little girl's body trembled, and the revolver fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin covered his chest and glared at her: "Uh, you killed me, you are so cruel..."

Then he collapsed to the ground.

The little girl rushed over crying, knelt beside Zhao Chuanxin, and checked Zhao Chuanxin's chest tremblingly, but she couldn't feel any wound.

When she looked up, she saw Zhao Chuanxin holding his head with his hands and looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

She was stunned: "You are not dead?"

"Are you still nervous?"

"I..." The little girl's moods fluctuated greatly, and she was really desensitized.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and brushed off the dust: "Gunmanship is also a method, and ballistics is also a way. To overcome tension, start with the weapon of equality for all beings. This gun is given to you."

The little girl was stunned for a few seconds: "Sir, why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that my daughter might have to take your role." Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to pave the way for Zhao Nianzhen and prevent her from making too many enemies. "This is your compensation."

The little girl lowered her head and said, "Your daughter is a better actress than me..."

Old Zhao is too young and doesn’t look like he has a daughter as old as Zhao Nianzhen.

"Sir, my name is Gail Russell. Please stop doing those dangerous things. It really scares me."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't explain, but took out a drawing board and said, "Gail, tell me, what does the person you hate the most look like?"

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

"Draw it, and then you shoot him. When you have the power to decide someone's life or death, it makes you more courageous."

"But……"

"No buts, go ahead."

Zhao Chuanxin's tone left no room for doubt.

Gail Russell had no choice but to start describing, and Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses and wrote quickly.

He asked Xin Xingyue to compose the picture first, and then he started painting, so that he could speed up the process.

Gail Russell was shocked and asked, “How can you draw so fast?”

Her childhood hobby was to become a painter, not an actor.

But her parents saw that she was pretty and insisted on letting her act to supplement the family income.

Her family is very poor.

She is introverted and socially anxious, and as a painter she does not need to communicate with others.

Filming was painful for her.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was a master at painting, she really became interested this time and her nervousness was dispelled.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Continue describing."

The two of them drew a portrait while one of them talked.

"Ah, it's so similar." Gail Russell exclaimed, "I almost thought you had seen him."

"Haha, whoever he is, you can shoot him now."

Zhao Chuanxin held her hand from behind and aimed at the hanging portrait.

boom.

Centered between eyebrows.

boom.

Or the center of the eyebrows.

After emptying the bullets, Zhao Chuanxin let go: "How is it, are you more confident?"

"I can't tell."

"You're nervous, so you drink?"

In addition to paving the way for Zhao Nianzhen, when Zhao Chuanxin saw Gail Russell, he was reminded of what his children looked like when they were young.

Somehow, I just wanted to help this little girl.

Gail Russell thought for a moment and said, "I drink alcohol, so that I won't be nervous when I'm slightly tipsy, and I can barely shoot a scene. I know that alcoholism is not good, but I can't help it..."

The ethereal and socially anxious nature of this little girl gave Zhao Chuanxin a sense of childishness.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch: "Okay, we should go back."

Gail Russell turned his head and was so close to Zhao Chuanxin that they could hear each other's breathing.

Zhao Chuanxin opened up his absolute domain, moving with divine powers and changing shapes.

Gail Russell was once again shocked as she watched the scenery on both sides jump. It was faster than a car and a horse. It was so fast that she was scared and afraid of hitting the wall.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered in her ear: "We're here."

He let her go and took two steps back.

Because Zhao Nianzhen and others came out. Everyone was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin expressionless and Gail Russell dull.

John Wayne, however, looked alert and frowned.

Zhao Chuanxin asked cheerfully, as if nothing had happened, "What happened?"

Zhao Nianzhen ran over and took his arm: "Dad, the director said I'm a performing genius."

"So, it's a done deal?"

"Not really." Zhao Nianzhen stroked her hair: "The director told me to wait for a letter, he will ask for a change of the leading actress."

As he said this, he glanced at Gail Russell.

Gail Russell didn't respond, his eyes were empty.

This made Zhao Nianzhen feel strange.

If your things were taken away, wouldn’t you be furious?

Is this girl a fool?
Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Then let's go."

They said goodbye to the director and left.

When they walked fifteen meters away, Gail Russell suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhao, did I just have a dream?"

Just like if we tell the public that aliens exist, it will overturn many people's three views. Some people may have extreme emotions because of this, and some people may feel that their current life is meaningless and thus do not want to continue to work like slaves...

Gail Russell shared similar sentiments.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands without even turning his head: "Yes, it was a dream."

John Wayne asked, "Gail, what did that man do to you just now? Were you bullied by him? That man is ferocious and looks like a bad guy..."

"John, don't say that about that gentleman, he's very nice, he helped me a lot, really."

Gail Russell wasn't really that scared anymore.

"Come on, I'll tell you about the play. You can't let the new woman take your role away from you."

"It's okay, it's okay, she deserves this play, but I also gained something. I have something to do with the director, so excuse me..."

John Wayne's frown deepened.

He was fascinated by this little girl, Gail Russell.

John Wayne was married and met Gail Russell during the filming of this movie.

The little girl was shy and socially anxious, and everyone was dissatisfied with her, but John Wayne was very patient with her.

There were some rumors at this time, but he didn't care.

He continued to approach Gail Russell as if nothing had happened.

It was not until today that Zhao Chuanxin appeared and made him feel a sense of crisis.

That Asian guy must be a bad guy who specializes in deceiving young girls.

It must be like this.

But Gail Russell went to ask the director for the contact information of Zhao Chuanxin and his team.

……

After returning to the hotel, Da Congming hesitated and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have a suggestion for you."

Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Nianzhen stopped and said, "You can talk about it."

"Mr. Zhao, in Hollywood, many things are ineffective if you do them yourself. Why don't you let me be Ms. Zhao's agent?"

"You are really smart." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Nianzhen, what do you think?"

"Yes, Dad. He is quite smart."

"Okay, leave me your contact information and I'll let you know when there's any news from the director."

Dacongming was overjoyed.

When they returned to the hotel, the man who was at the front desk in the morning was still there, and he greeted them friendly as usual.

Zhao Chuanxin puffed smoke out of his nostrils and snorted in response.

When a person feels inferior, he will get angry when he is discriminated against. If he is discriminated against frequently, then if someone friendly to him suddenly appears, he will be grateful and feel that the person is a relative or a good friend.

The problem is, being nice to him is a given; he deserves it because he paid for the service.

Many people do not understand this point, but are good at looking for ancestors and living fathers on issues such as stance.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't have this problem.

When others call him the Divine Emperor, he responds or not depending on his mood.

He took Zhao Nianzhen to the restaurant for dinner, and after dinner he sent her back to her room and said, "I'll be back soon."

Zhao Nianzhen rolled his eyes and said, "Oh."

He knew what Zhao Chuanxin was going to do.

The next day, the director did not reply.

Zhao Nianzhen noticed that the female receptionist did not come back, and was replaced by a tired-looking male receptionist. He looked listless and had dark circles under his eyes, which was caused by staying up late, as there was no one to take his place for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin acted as if nothing had happened and said nothing, but Zhao Nianzhen knew that a lot of things must have happened behind his back.

The next night, Zhao Nianzhen didn't receive a call from the director, but a woman called and said timidly, "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Nianzhen looked strange: "Wait a minute."

Then she patted the wall: "Dad, someone is looking for you."

Her father lives in the next room.

Zhao Chuanxin came over in his cotton pajamas and answered the phone: "Who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, it's me, Gail Russell."

"Oh, Gail, what's up? Did the director die, or did the lead actor break his leg?"

"Ah? None of them." Gail Russell didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I, I'm actually fine, I..."

She hesitated.

It's simple. When she doesn't drink, she feels depressed and her mind is full of the scene of that day.

For some unknown reason, she still wanted to see Zhao Chuanxin.

It seemed that alcohol addiction had transformed into another addiction.

"What do you want to say?"

"Are you free tomorrow?"

Zhao Chuanxin held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Seeing Zhao Nianzhen's strange expression: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Nianzhen stiffened his neck and said, "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and raised his hand.

Zhao Nianzhen's face was full of disdain.

Zhao Chuanxin snorted and went out.

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin yelled, "Eat, and remember to flush the toilet after using it. Is your puppet arm only used for eating?"

Gan Fan was not convinced: "Woof woof woof..."

"I'll cut you to death!"

……

On the third day, the director called Zhao Nianzhen and told him, "The higher-ups have agreed. Please come over and let everyone see your acting skills."

Zhao Nianzhen was jumping around in the house.

Soon, Gail Russell called: "I'm looking for Mr. Zhao."

"Just call Mr. Zhao next door."

After saying that, Zhao Nianzhen hung up the phone and called Dacongming.

The group of four came to the set again.

Da Congming took Zhao Nianzhen inside to talk, while Zhao Chuanxin waited for Gail Russell outside.

Gail Russell saw Zhao Chuanxin and said happily, "Hello, sir."

"Why, you want me to take you out to play again?"

Gail Russell hesitated: "I want to treat Mr. Zhao to a meal."

"Oh, being an actor is pretty lucrative, isn't it?"

"No, I make $50 a week."

Zhao Chuanxin thought, only a little over 200 yuan a month?
Being a star may not earn as much as he does as a blacksmith at home. It's really pitiful.

"What are you thinking about, sir?" Gail Russell asked.

"I was thinking that I should also seek a position in the crew."

Gail Russell came closer and said mysteriously, "I heard that the higher-ups are going to remove me from the show and make me a supporting role, adding a character. It would be great if you could join the crew. We'll go to Arizona to shoot."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

Gail Russell asked cautiously again: "So, do you agree to have dinner with me?"

"Ok."

Gail Russell wrung his hands. "Sir, can you teach me how to draw?"

"To draw, all you need is hands, right?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin discussed art with Gail Russell outside for a while.

Gail Russell was deeply impressed by the profound knowledge that Zhao Chuanxin could easily draw upon.

Not long after, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said, "Wait a minute, they are almost done talking, I'll go in for a moment."

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight in.

"Who are you?"

Da Congming quickly introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "He is Zhao Nianzhen's father."

"Chinese?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that and immediately pulled a chair and sat down: "I want to apply for the position of prop master of your crew."

The director frowned: "Nonsense."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and said, "Whatever you want, I'll make it for you right now. I can even draw any design you want for the main character."

John Wayne looked at Zhao Chuanxin with disdain: "Do you have any relevant experience?"

He is also the producer of this film.

Zhao Chuanxin said casually: "Just treat it as if it is there."

He has made many movies.

John Wayne sneered: "So that's it?"

"I said, what do you want? Speak."

“Can you make costumes?”

Zhao Chuanxin shook out a shirt, belt, pants, and boots from his bag: "I saw your clothes, they are as ugly as shit, try mine."

John Wayne was furious: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows and said, "Take two steps. Put it on and take two steps."

The director raised his eyebrows and said, "John, then try putting it on."

John Wayne reluctantly entered the inner room.

Director Edward Grant asked Zhao Chuanxin as if to make fun of him: "Besides clothes, what else can you do?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it. "Hiss, shush... I can even make a gun. There's nothing I can't make as long as you want it. I can even design a gun fight for you."

The director curled his lips: "So you can do anything?"

"Yeah, if you let me take the director's seat, I can show you my skills."

The director's face turned black.

Zhao Nianzhen kept winking at Old Zhao.

Good man, you've ruined my heroine's relationship again.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and took out a belt and holster from his bag. Inside was a Colt. "Let's go to the yard and give it a try?"

"Since you are not afraid of making a fool of yourself..." The director stood up: "Then we are even less worried."

Zhao Chuanxin erected a target in front and then stood about fifteen meters away.

He adjusted his cowboy hat, let his hands hang naturally, as if the enemy in front of him was strong enough to make him concentrate and be alert, and suddenly pulled out a gun.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Each bullet hit the same part of the target.

The revolver turned 720 degrees in his hand and was quickly put back into the holster.

Then he gracefully jumped onto his horse, as if ready to leave and hide his achievements and fame.

The audience was stunned.

Gail Russell has stars in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)