In the court scene of the crew, the props guys are busy working.

If it weren't for the fact that it was near the end of summer and the weather had already started to turn cooler, the sweltering heat in Shu alone would have been enough for them to bear.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

crunch...

The sounds of banging, hammering, and sawing were endless.

In the dust, Zhang Yuan shook his arms, covered his mouth and nose, took a few quick steps, and tried to hide outside.

But just when he was about to leave, he was suddenly stunned and stopped.

"Hiss..." Zhang Yuan frowned and thought.

He just passed by a man who was making props for the police in the court.

This guy was chopping and sawing a bunch of sticks, trying to adjust the length of the wood to make it easier to shoot.

but……

"The stick in his hand seems familiar?" Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows, and the next second his face was filled with shock!
He turned around suddenly and saw the big brother behind him holding a hacksaw, working on a shiny, jade-like wooden stick.

The saw had already touched the stick, and with a few strong pulls it would be able to cut off a section.

Zhang Yuan wanted to open his mouth to call for a stop, but found it was too late.

The opponent's hands are too fast, but not faster than his feet!

The prop man who was sawing felt as if a gust of wind was hanging in front of him, making a whistling sound.

He thought to himself, we are indoors here, where do these strange winds come from?

Just as he was about to raise his head, a dark shadow appeared in front of him and attacked him in the face.

All I heard was a "whoosh"!

The eldest brother’s eyes widened, his nose felt cold, his breathing stagnated, and he felt a tightness in his chest, and then... nothing happened.

The black shadow brushed past his cheek without hurting him at all, but instead kicked the hacksaw in his right hand with incredible accuracy.

With a loud jerk, the saw was kicked away in an instant by the powerful force, and the blade hit the brick wall next to it, leaving a mark on it.

If what was hit was not a brick but a human leg, blood would probably be flowing out by now.

This was not the end yet. As the saw flew, the prop brother's arm instinctively retracted and his elbow hit the back half of the stick.

The wooden stick is a lever. When one end is pressed down, the other end will bounce up!

There was a muffled bang!
The props brother let out a strange cry, then put his hands on his forehead and screamed with a sharp pain.

"Oh my God!"

"It hurts to death!"

"Murder, murder!!!"

"The actor hit someone!"

The props brother sat down on the ground, and when he saw Zhang Yuan who had just put his legs away in front of him, he shouted.

His shout attracted the attention of everyone around him, and within a few seconds, they all gathered around him.

In a film crew, the director and actors are in a superior-subordinate relationship, but this is not the case between the actors and crew members.

Of course, if you are a big star, the director will give you face and serve you politely, and the staff will naturally treat you politely as well, because you still have to keep your job.

However, if the relationship is just average, it is not uncommon for crew members to dare to challenge the actors.

Now, Zhang Yuan was surrounded by a group of big men.

The real left and right men were sweating all over.

These people are props and stagehands, all of them are strong men who can move and carry things.

Many prop masters are carpenters, with well-developed arm muscles and thick joints. If an ordinary person were punched by one of them, he would get an extremely good sleep, the kind that cannot be woken up even if you call him.

As soon as the one who was hit on the forehead by the stick shouted at the actors to hit people, these people surrounded him with red eyes, all of them with unfriendly looks.

They recognized Zhang Yuan and knew that he had a good relationship with the director.

But even so, you can't just hit people whenever you want!
Even if he is a big star, bullying others?
not!
It should be said that the crew was very united, and Zhang Yuan even felt relieved when seeing this.

"He is much more simple than those actors who are always scheming and scheming, and have eight hundred thoughts in their minds." He sighed.

Although he was surrounded by so many people, he was not panicked at all. Instead, he spoke slowly and calmly.

"First of all, when did I hit you?"

"You didn't hit me, so where did the bump on my forehead come from?" The prop brother replied angrily, grinning and gasping for breath.

"You were hit by a stick, and I kicked a saw, which is irrelevant."

Seeing that the other party was about to open his mouth, he immediately continued: "Secondly, I want to ask you, do you know the origin of this stick?"

"Isn't it just a broken stick?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Do you think a stick is more valuable than us?"

"You actors don't treat us as human beings!"

Zhang Yuan is used to encountering such situations where someone would stir up class confrontation and make false accusations against others.

"If you don't understand, I will teach you."

He raised his foot and lightly pushed the stick with his toes, and it fell into his hand.

"This stick is made of thick wood."

"In The Exploitation of the Works of Nature, Caofang, it is said: 'The gate-closing stick is made of thick wood or calamus wood.'"

"This kind of wood is not as common as pine, elm, and oak. It is obviously different from the pine wood you use to make props."

"We don't care about this. What kind of wood does it matter!" The props leader waved his hand and interrupted him.

"This kind of wood is not suitable for making furniture or tools. In ancient times, its most common use was to make spear barrels!" Zhang Yuan ignored him and continued speaking calmly.

"Look at this stick. It's covered with patina and very smooth. It's obviously been used for many years."

"One end is slightly ground down. Apparently, this end is used to attach the gun head."

Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at the prop master who had fallen to the ground. His eyes were like an eagle, staring straight at him, which made him feel chilled.

"Where did you find this stick?"

"What does it have to do with you..."

"Say!"

The other party wanted to quibble, but was frightened by Zhang Yuan's loud shout and shrank his neck.

"It was wrapped in cloth in the corner of the warehouse. I saw it was the right thickness, so I brought it here." The prop master replied nonchalantly. "Can the crew just take whatever they want when making props? I tell you, this is a gun barrel, and it belongs to Mr. Yu Chenghui!"

Zhang Yuan and the others were not convinced, but when they heard Yu Chenghui's name, they immediately quieted down.

The shadow of a famous tree.

Yu Chenghui is famous and an expert in martial arts. The props people also understand that the weapons of martial artists cannot be touched casually, as they are their lifeblood!
"This gun has been with me for nearly 30 years. It has been through many hardships. But you almost sawed it into pieces just now." Zhang Yuan said word by word with an angry look on his face.

Gudong!

The man on the ground swallowed and felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't understand, the crew was rushing the work, and he was anxious to find materials, so he just picked up a wooden stick from the warehouse.

Seeing that a few sticks were missing, he looked around, thinking that it was just a stick and no one would want it.

Now I understand that I almost committed a big taboo!
If I really saw off the barrel of the gun... I'm afraid my career in this field will be over.

The leader of the props team opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then came to the man on the ground and kicked him in the butt!
"Mother Gan Lin, get up and apologize!"

"If that kick hadn't stopped you, you would have gotten out of here today!"

He no longer cared about the big bump on his forehead, and quickly bowed and clasped his hands together: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was so excited that I didn't understand it for a moment..."

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and shook his head: "It's okay, your injury is not serious."

[Received thanks from Huang Hu, Carpentry +3, Prop Making +2! ]

The noise on their end attracted the attention of others. Wang Xinming, who was already nervous because of several unexpected incidents on the crew, trotted to the scene and pushed through the crowd to go in.

The annoyed Ji Chunhua also half walked and half jumped over. It turned out that the Chinese people's instinct to watch the fun is engraved in their genes. Even in such a miserable state, he still did not forget to eat the melon on tiptoe.

When old man Yu Chenghui saw everyone running here, he came too.

Although the old man was old, he had sharp eyes and ears. He saw the gun in Zhang Yuan's hand from outside the crowd. He quickly pushed the crowd away and came to his side.

"This is mine... What's wrong? What happened?" Old Man Yu grabbed the gun and asked nervously.

The leading props brother is still on the right track.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan not only did not blame them, but also cared about the injured person, he felt that this young man had the best character among the actors he had ever seen, so he took the initiative to step forward and told them everything that had just happened in detail.

When Yu Chenghui heard this, he was almost sawed off the barrel of his gun!

The old man, who was in good health, raised his hand to cover his chest. He couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted.

This gun has been with me for nearly thirty years, and I treat it like a child.

When old people are nostalgic, what they are actually nostalgic about are not the objects, but the people they think of when they see the objects, and they miss the old times that belonged to them.

When he saw this gun, he thought of the years of hard training day and night, and the infinite emotions he placed on it.

The old man searched up and down and saw a shallow saw mark about 30 centimeters above the end of the gun barrel. He immediately felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, which was more painful than being cut himself.

I touched the white mark with my rough, old fingers, and my heart was bleeding.

But the old man still managed a smile and said, "I used to use the old slippery ...

He didn't forget to help the prop master.

Zhang Yuan admired in his heart that the old man's martial arts and martial ethics were worthy of the word "knight".

Yu Chenghui glanced at Zhang Yuan, then looked at the scar, and realized how urgent the situation was.

If it weren’t for this kid’s finishing touch, this old friend of mine would probably have been disabled.

[Received thanks from Cheng Hui, sword skills +3, back-to-back spear skills +6, spear skills +4, footwork skills +2! ]

When Director Wang Xinming saw that the old man didn't lose his temper, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Go away, everyone!"

"It's time to work, don't watch."

The director spoke and everyone listened. They quickly dispersed, but Teacher Ji Chunhua limped forward.

"Mr. Yu..."

"It's okay, the injury is not serious and it has basically no impact." Although Yu Chenghui felt distressed, he had no choice but to accept the current situation.

"Come on, you two accompany me and try to see if there are any hidden injuries."

As they spoke, the three of them slowly came to a deserted place.

Why should we slow down?

This is to wait for Ji Chunhua, who now walks like Wu Laoliu next door who has suffered cerebral thrombosis.

The three of them stopped and came to an abandoned ruined wall.

Old Yu picked up the gun, stepped on the ground with his feet, and started dancing vigorously!
There was a rustling sound in the wind, and the dead leaves on the ground were dancing under the guidance of the old man.

Zhang Yuan had seen Wu Jing use a gun, and it was so fast and fierce that it was dazzling.

But the old man is completely different, whether it is his hands or feet, one word stands out: steady!

The techniques and steps look very simple, one step at a time, without too many fancy moves.

There was no up and down movement in the shooting, just one shot after another, like the impact of a hammer, without any fancy moves.

But Zhang Yuan understood that the old man's shooting skills were truly terrifying!
He has abandoned all empty moves and only attacks with real strength.

Ji Chunhua, who was standing by, glanced at Zhang Yuan and saw his eyes flickering, clearly seeing the essence of the situation. He thought to himself, this kid is really lucky.

The old man said he was testing the gun, but in fact, he was just shooting it for him to see, as a reward for saving his precious gun just now.

This kind of opportunity is so rare that most people can’t even ask for it.

At this moment, the old man turned his back, lifted it with one hand and carried it with the other, exerting force with both arms at the same time, and the trajectory drawn was like two perfect circles.

The gun barrel passed over his shoulder following this rule.

The ground to the legs, the legs to the waist, the waist to the hands, the hands to the gun!
Before Zhang Yuan could see clearly, the old man used a very authentic counter-attack and nailed it hard on the broken wall!

Phew… The old man withdrew his hand and weighed the gun again, and finally nodded, glancing at Zhang Yuan who seemed to be thinking: "Not bad."

"We've tried enough, let's go." The old man walked back with big strides, holding the gun in his hand.

Zhang Yuan looked at the broken wall with a serious look.

At this moment, there was a coin-sized indentation on the wall, which was more than one centimeter deep into the wall.

Countless fine cracks radiated from this depression, like a spider web, staring at him like a ghost's eye.

The wall cracked but did not fall down, which showed that the blow was powerful and severe, but the force was completely focused on one point.

You know, this is just the barrel of the gun, not the tip!
"If this happened to a person..." Zhang Yuan pursed his lips.

"What Mr. Xing said is indeed correct."

"Who says you can't kill someone without a gun?" (End of this chapter)