Wu Changyun had contacted Huang Zhengli, who was overseas, over the past two days. The two had a brief discussion about filming. Wu Changyun promised to reimburse transportation and all living expenses during filming, and offered a salary of 8,000 Hong Kong dollars per week, with a guaranteed filming time of at least two weeks. Huang Zhengli accepted Wu Changyun's invitation, but Wu Changyun currently has no money and must postpone his departure for a few days.
Wu Changyun pinched his brows and sorted out the recent events in his mind. It shouldn't take too much time to collect evidence of Liu Xiao's embezzlement of public funds. He didn't know whether Huang Bingyao would write the script. He didn't have much time to wait. Zhu Youzai gave him three months, including production, publicity, review and theatrical release.
At this time, the fellow apprentices were returning from a drama. Long Jichao was a little surprised to see Wu Changyun still staying in the martial arts studio at this time. He washed his face, changed his clothes, and invited Wu Changyun to come outside to chat.
"What's up, Big Brother?" Wu Changyun was a straightforward man. Although they had some grudges before, Long Jichao hadn't provoked him since their fight. To deal with a man like that, you had to fight him once, and if one wasn't enough, you had to fight him twice.
"Junior brother, you may not like me as your senior brother, but I have never thought of targeting anyone." Long Jichao and Wu Changyun said while standing side by side.
"I know you've made a lot of money recently making movies. It's more than we brothers can compare to. Right now, you and Fushun are the only ones in the martial arts industry busy with film projects."
Wu Changyun had already understood what Long Jichao had said. He was afraid that if he continued, it would mean they would go their separate ways, and it would definitely be him and Fushun who would leave. Wu Changyun asked with a gloomy face, "What do you mean by that?"
Long Jichao noticed that Wu Changyun was not in the right mood, and explained calmly: "You and Fu Shun have to leave the martial arts industry and make a living on your own."
Wu Changyun suppressed the anger in his heart, secretly cursed Long Jichao's ancestors, and then took a deep breath. He had encountered too many troubles recently and couldn't help but lose his mind.
"It's not your turn to tell me about this kind of thing." After saying this, Wu Changyun walked out of the compound.
"Don't go, this is what the master wants."
Wu Changyun paused. It seemed that his master had finally chosen the traditional old business and did not accept the new thing of film.
"Liuzi, I understand it's not easy for you right now, and I hope you can understand Master's decision."
"I understand." Wu Changyun stopped where he was.
"Here are the three hundred yuan that the master gave you. Find a place to stay first. Don't hold a grudge against the master. Maybe the master will change his mind after a while." Long Jichao handed the three hundred yuan wrapped in purple cloth back to Wu Changyun.
Looking at the three hundred yuan in his hand, Wu Changyun understood that in a martial arts compound that traditionally performed dramas, he and Fushun were too different. The high remuneration and the performance form that was different from drama were too tempting for young people. Only by giving up this idea could the foundation of the martial arts compound be maintained.
"Master, he was a famous actor in the Beijing Opera Theater. His ancestors left him this..."
"Okay, I understand. I'll go out and find a place to rent in the next two days." Wu Changyun nodded.
"I know a place." Long Jichao took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wu Changyun. There was a phone number written on it.
Wu Changyun took the small piece of paper and asked for the address, then packed his luggage into a small roll. His fellow apprentices didn't understand why he was in such a hurry to leave. Wu Changyun knew very well that the martial arts world was like home to him, but it seemed too comfortable here. He didn't need to worry about food, clothing, and shelter. Even if he provoked others outside, he still had a group of fellow apprentices in the martial arts world.
After bidding farewell to his fellow disciples, Wu Changyun set out on his journey alone. By the time he arrived at the agreed place, it was already dark.
Wu Changyun was greeted by an old lady with white hair who looked quite old. Wu Changyun was carrying a roll of luggage and was almost sticking to the walls on both sides. The stairs here were outside. Looking up the stairs, the gray and black mottled walls and the bright lights expressed the dilapidated and vibrant atmosphere of this place.
When the old lady saw Wu Changyun nodding and smiling at her, she waved the fan in her hand and pointed upstairs.
I followed the old lady up to the second floor. The cement steps were short and numerous. The second floor was surrounded by a blue-painted iron fence. After entering the unit building, I turned into a room on the second floor. There was another room outside the room. In the dim environment, the old lady pointed to a wooden door and said, "You will live here. The rent, utilities, and electricity must be paid on time at the end of the month. There is a fan and a TV inside. Don't disturb the neighbors."
Before Wu Changyun could finish his thought, the old lady hung the key on the door and walked out.
"What a careless old lady." Wu Changyun sighed with a smile and took the key hanging on the door handle. There was a quilt on the iron bed covered with a mat, which looked like it had just been cleaned.
Wu Changyun lay on his back on the mat, his thoughts gradually calming down. Although the unfamiliar environment and poor sanitation made Wu Changyun feel uncomfortable, this was at least a place for him to stay.
Not long after, Fushun came over. He also rolled up his bedding with a quilt and stood at the door, panting, blocking the low door tightly.
"Liuzi, this place is too messy. There are houses packed together so tightly that I can't even see the house numbers." Fushun said as he threw the luggage in his hand onto the bed and pushed Wu Changyun away by half a meter.
"You're free, kid. Zhou Huiting and I are running ourselves ragged today."
"Oh, you've worked hard." Wu Changyun jumped up from the bed and quickly poured a glass of water for the hero. "How is it? Did you gain anything?"
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