Chapter 157: Hit the Hand
Hu Xiaoxiao hung another water bag and continued to shoot an arrow.
"Why is it raining again?"
Feng Zidong stopped boxing, wiped the water off his hair, forehead and face, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky for a while, puzzled.
Just at this moment, another arrow shot over and hit the wooden pole above, causing the water bag to burst and spilling a pool of water.
Feng Zidong then realized that it was not raining, but someone was playing tricks.
He quickly looked across and saw Hu Xiaoxiao, who was wearing a beautiful red costume on the stage opposite, moving the arrow down and pointing the tip at him.
Feng Zidong took a step back in fear. Was she going to shoot him with an arrow in the street?
This woman is so cruel?
Hu Xiaoxiao pointed the tip of the arrow at Feng Zidong, then moved it down slightly and let go.
Arrows fly——
With a puff, the arrow hit Feng Zidong's feet, neither left nor right, but right in the middle.
If the other person's hand is shaking and he shoots a little bit——
Feng Zidong was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was almost able to practice the Book of the Sunflower.
It would be cowardly of them not to respond to such an obvious provocation from the other party.
Feng Zidong led a group of men towards the stage of "Mu Guiying". Twenty or thirty strong men walked towards them with a menacing and imposing manner.
When the audience saw that something was about to happen, they became more excited than each other and returned to the stage of "Mu Guiying", took up good seats, and waited to watch the show.
Seeing this situation, Hu Xiaoxiao asked the reporter assigned by the company to take out the camera and take pictures.
She whispered, "Make them look fiercer, more aggressive, and more arrogant, and make us look weaker and more pitiful."
The reporter holding the camera was stunned. "Shouldn't we make ourselves look stronger and more aggressive in the photos to dampen their morale? How can we boost their morale and undermine our own prestige?"
"Just listen to me." Seeing that the other party had come over, Hu Xiaoxiao had no time to explain in detail and just asked the reporter to do as he was told.
The reporter was completely bewildered, but diligently followed Hu Xiaoxiao's instructions, capturing the cast of "Martial Spirit" as majestic and arrogant as possible. When it was their turn, they selected a few shots, capturing expressions of nervousness, uneasiness, or fear on the faces of several female actors.
Feng Zidong walked in front, came to the bottom of the stage, pushed himself up with one hand, jumped up, and jumped directly onto the stage.
His skillful performance earned him a round of applause from the audience who were watching the fun.
Seeing this, the other actors of "Martial Spirit" also jumped up with one hand.
Feng Zidong walked up to Hu Xiaoxiao and stopped, his eyes filled with amazement. Hu Xiaoxiao was so famous, it was impossible for him not to know him as a fellow actor, but this was the first time he had seen him in person. He looked so much better in person than on TV.
Before Feng Zidong could speak, Hu Xiaoxiao spoke first, "You, 'Martial Spirit', deliberately built a stage across from us and copied our promotional plan. Are you trying to force us into a duel?"
Mingxu walked to Hu Xiaoxiao, crossed his arms, stared at Feng Zidong with a bad look, and cheered for Hu Xiaoxiao.
Other artists from the "Mu Guiying" crew also walked behind Hu Xiaoxiao to cheer him up.
Seeing this, the artists of "Martial Spirit" immediately stood behind Feng Zidong to cheer him on. The scene became tense and the atmosphere became very tense.
At this moment, the audience below added fuel to the fire, shouting: "Fight! Fight!"
Feng Zidong quickly stretched out his hand, signaling the audience to stop adding fuel to the fire.
With so many friends behind him and so many audiences below, Feng Zidong couldn't afford to lose face. He crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "This street isn't your Baogangtai's territory. Just because you set up a stage, do you mean you can't allow others to set up a stage? Are you Baogangtai so arrogant?"
Hu Xiaoxiao was not intimidated by his aura and said, "How can you be so arrogant? You copied our propaganda and came to provoke us. Your behavior is shameless enough. I've seen "Martial Spirit". The arrogant and shameless look you have now is exactly like the Japanese in the show.
On TV, you play the role of a chivalrous hero who serves his country and his people, but in real life, you act like a brutal and cruel Japanese pirate, right? Do you want to show everyone your current image? Do you look more like a Japanese pirate or a hero?
"Nonsense! Of course we're heroes!" With so many people watching, all eager to see the excitement, Feng Zidong couldn't bear the thought of being called a Japanese. Otherwise, it would affect the ratings of "Martial Spirit," and that would be disastrous. "Are you saying that you, T.O.T., are not allowing us to promote on your territory?"
"I'm not as overbearing as you." Hu Xiaoxiao spoke loudly, and the audience members close to the stage could hear him. "Although you were the ones who provoked us first and wanted to mess with our crew, we are also reasonable. How about this? Our two crews will send people to compete. Whoever wins will be in charge, and whoever loses will leave this area. Do you dare to bet?"
"Why not?" Feng Zidong glanced at the artists from the opposite crew. They were a group of women. "Mu Guiying" was a women's play. How could they, as grown men, not be able to beat these women? "Just come at me."
Hu Xiaoxiao shook his head and said, "We've been doing activities all morning and are already tired. You just arrived and have plenty of energy. It would be unfair to fight us now. Let's pick a time, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Oh—tired—" Feng Zidong laughed mischievously, "No problem, since you're tired, I'll give you one more day to rest. The day after tomorrow! At this time the day after tomorrow, we'll fight in the ring here, a real fight with real punches and kicks."
Hu Xiaoxiao couldn't suppress the smile on his face and said, "I'll stick with you till the end! Whoever doesn't come loses. The audience here are all witnesses."
"What a joke! Am I afraid of you?" Feng Zidong was not only not afraid, but he also stood on the stage, took the emcee's microphone, and arranged a duel between the two crews of "Martial Heroes" and "Mu Guiying".
The audience below loved to watch the news and joined in the fun, making the scene even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
Hu Xiaoxiao stood on the stage, watching the excited crowd below, running around to tell others the news, and his heart was filled with joy.
She was worried that the publicity was not strong enough and the effect was not great enough, and that the ratings of "Mu Guiying" were increasing too slowly!
After all, "Martial Spirit" has been broadcast for such a long time and is well-produced. Many viewers have been immersed in the show and will not easily change the show until they see the ending.
As a result, these people bumped into each other! Now with this gimmick, how can the fame of "Mu Guiying" not spread throughout Hong Kong?
After the "Martial Spirit" crew left, Hu Xiaoxiao immediately told reporters, "Immediately send a notice to all newspapers, magazines, and paparazzi you know about the duel between the two crews. We must spread the news today and strive to have this story published in all newspapers and magazines tomorrow."
Do you really think she's tired? She's just buying time to inform the people of Hong Kong.
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