Reborn in the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1980s

The reporters in the audience kept snapping photos, wishing they had more fingers, and the cameramen lived up to expectations, capturing every single shot.

The emcee of Baozhutai urged Mingxu, "That's enough, that's enough. Stop performing, the fight is about to begin."

Mingxu, still feeling unsatisfied, withdrew his fist, making a fist with his right hand and a palm with his left, and bowed to the audience in all directions.

After the signal to begin, Mingxu and Feng Zidong took their stances, and surprisingly, they were sparring in Wing Chun.

It was the first time Hu Xiaoxiao had ever heard that Mingxu knew so many martial arts. Just then, Nie Jinlong was nearby, so Hu Xiaoxiao started chatting with him: "Mingxu actually knows Wing Chun. I've never seen him practice it before."

Nie Jinlong laughed and said, "Mingxu is best at Wing Chun among all martial arts styles, but because he mostly acts in martial arts films and plays swordsmen, he has never had the opportunity to demonstrate Wing Chun on television."

"Mingxu knows so many martial arts," Hu Xiaoxiao exclaimed.

Nie Jinlong said, "He was able to get to this point without any backing. Besides being able to endure hardship, he also knows a little bit of everything and has seized the current market for martial arts films."

Hu Xiaoxiao nodded. Mingxu was indeed hardworking and dedicated. He was the kind of person who would starve himself to the point of being thin for filming. She couldn't do that. She filmed so that she could eat delicious food. If she had to choose between filming and eating, she would definitely choose the food without hesitation.

Feng Zidong had also learned Wing Chun. In their sparring match, their moves were lightning fast, their movements were agile, and their techniques were varied. Although there was an element of performance involved in both of their actions, judging from the power of their punches and kicks, both of them had real skills.

The audience members below the stage had only seen these scenes in movies and on television; they had never seen anything like this in real life. What they were seeing now was not just a few short clips, nor was it separated by a screen; it was right in front of them. The continuous and realistic punches and kicks created a visual effect that was far beyond what could be seen through a screen.

After Feng Zidong landed several quick punches, Mingxu staggered back several steps, seemingly powerless to retaliate.

After retreating to a certain position, Mingxu secretly glanced at the location of the camera and saw that Feng Zidong was catching up, so he immediately retaliated.

Mingxu's punches were as swift and powerful as the wind, a series of rapid blows sending Feng Zidong staggering backward. Then, as if exhausted, he was forced back.

Feng Zidong got excited by the rhythm of winning every now and then, and the more he played, the more enjoyable it became.

They were having a blast fighting, and the audience was having a blast watching, but the only one who was unhappy was the cameraman at Baozhu TV. He couldn't find anyone in his shot! The fighters on stage were fighting from a great distance away from him, so his camera couldn't capture any good shots at all. He could only see their backs or half of their bodies, which really frustrated him.

When the cameraman at Baozhu TV realized this wasn't working, he tried to carry the camera over there, but the audience in front were too excited to watch and those behind wanted to squeeze in for a better view. It was so crowded that it was impossible to carry the camera or even squeeze through.

The cameramen at Baozhutai could only helplessly shoot some scraps.

Conversely, the cameras from Baogang TV occupied the best positions throughout the entire event, capturing only effective shots. Sometimes, when the two sides were fighting and moved away from the camera, Mingxu would lure Feng Zidong back to provide angles and shots.

Standing next to the cameraman, Hu Xiaoxiao knew from Mingxu's control of the entire scene that Mingxu had won.

As for how long the match will last, that depends on how long Mingxu wants to show off.

Just as Hu Xiaoxiao was about to explain the positioning to the other performers waiting to go on stage, Mingxu knocked Feng Zidong off the stage, grabbed the microphone, and arrogantly provoked his opponent: "Your 'Martial Spirit' crew is too weak. There's no need for a round-robin battle. I, Mingxu, will defend the stage today. You can all come at me! I'll take it all!"

The alternating battles turned into a title defense, which the audience loved. It was just as exciting as watching a movie, and everyone applauded and cheered for Mingxu.

The crew of "The Spirit of Martial Arts" was furious, and in a fit of rage, one of them jumped up and started fighting with Mingxu.

Hu Xiaoxiao thought, "Great, then I don't need to remind the other performers. I'll leave the stage to Mingxu, and I'll take care of the offstage matters."

On stage, Mingxu was working hard to defend his title, while off stage, Hu Xiaoxiao was trying her best to maximize her benefits from the match.

After Mingxu won against five people in a row, the "Mu Guiying" crew had already scored six points, and the victory was assured.

Hu Xiaoxiao's mind raced. She stood on tiptoe and saw Lu Sheng not far away. With her own strength, she squeezed a path through the crowd, reached Lu Sheng's side, and pulled him out of the crowd.

Lu Sheng was still engrossed in the game when Hu Xiaoxiao forcefully pulled him away, saying, "We're not done yet, Xiaoxiao, why did you drag me out?"

Lu Sheng looked regretfully at the layers upon layers of people inside; once he came out, there was no going back.

"Lu Sheng, stop looking! If you keep looking, someone else will take the fruits of our victory!" Hu Xiaoxiao warned.

"What?!" Lu Sheng seemed about to explode. "Who dares to steal our fruits?"

Hu Xiaoxiao analyzed for him, "We've already got six points out of ten games, we've won. The news will soon get back to the TV station. If Qiu Lihua gets this news, what do you think he'll do?"

Lu Sheng immediately put the competition aside and his mind quickly started calculating, "He will definitely want to tell Ji Sheng the good news."

“That’s right. He can then claim the current victory as his own achievement and use it to curry favor with Ji Sheng. In that case, all our hard work will have been for nothing, and we’ll have given him all the credit.” Hu Xiaoxiao asked Lu Sheng, “Are you willing to hand over the credit?”

"Of course I don't want to!" Lu Sheng wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was a man with rich experience in struggle. Once he calmed down, he immediately made a decision: "I'll call Ji Sheng right now and tell him the good news."

Of course, we'll also put some pressure on someone.

Predictably, no sooner had Ji Sheng hung up the phone than Qiu Lihua came to boast about his success, and Ji Sheng immediately recalled the embarrassing incident involving "Fan Lihua"...

Lu Sheng was about to rush to the parking lot to call Ji Sheng with his cell phone when Hu Xiaoxiao stopped him again, bringing up her other purpose, "The cameramen have recorded today's competition. I'm sure all the citizens of Hong Kong want to know the details of the event. How about we change the program before 'Mu Guiying' to this?"

In other words, replace the program preceding "Mu Guiying" with the currently filmed martial arts competition. It's easy to imagine how many viewers this exciting competition will attract; eight or nine out of ten viewers in Hong Kong will choose to watch it. Since the "Mu Guiying" production team has won, the next program to air will be the "Mu Guiying" drama series, and viewers who are already engrossed will naturally continue watching, right?

Wouldn't that increase the viewership?

A complete turnaround overnight.