Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 121

Even a bad drama won’t let you practice!

Who doesn’t have a few uncles in this world?

When my father and grandfather were still alive, they took Taoyao and me back to our hometown to visit relatives.

In a certain prolific era, a family would have at least four or five children, which directly led to me having four godfathers. Three, four, and twelve, a total of twelve uncles looked at me with tears in their eyes in my hometown.

Can you imagine? Twelve old men sitting around a table, talking and laughing. What a hellish scene it must be!

The key is that the males in my family have inherited baldness, but these guys are all shiny and hairless, so when I eat, I always feel like there are a dozen neatly stacked fresh eggs around me.

"Become a boss?" Uncle Qiu stroked his beard, "Okay, but what do you need me to do?"

"I don't need you to do anything!" The director wiped his sweat hastily, "When I need you, just stand aside and cheer!"

I know that this guy seemed to be intimidated by Uncle Qiu's powerful acting ability, and he couldn't help but be cautious and arrange a useless role for him for safety, but I seriously doubt that agreeing to let him enter this scene was a mistake in itself.

"Nothing?" Uncle Qiu frowned, blinking cunningly, "Then the performance fee must not be reduced at all!"

Hu Erpang nodded with a bitter smile. I began to wonder if I could get double the pay as "protection money" if I agreed to be the boss and not play this role...

I was still a little worried, so I ignored Tao Yao and Liu Qingxu's urging and stayed here to watch the old man's performance.

A moment later, my thoughts were really confirmed.

Wherever there is a master, there is hell...

The first scene of the film is that Wang Damazi and a group of people are drinking tea and discussing matters at home. Suddenly, a nervous younger brother rushes in and shouts, "Brother, something bad has happened! The Japanese devils have invaded the county town!"

At this time, all they had to do was to follow Wang Damazi and stand up nervously, looking at the leader of the Wang family seriously. It seemed that Hu Erpang would never have dreamed that such an idiotic scene could go wrong.

But when the little brother really rushed in, hugged Wang Damazi's legs and cried that the Japanese were coming, all the actors stood up with their fists clenched nervously, and in the tense silence, a loud fart suddenly came from the corner.

Moreover, the owner of the fart seemed to have some indigestion, and his voice was shy and intermittent, as if he was trying to complain but also crying. This made all the actors, including Wang Damazi, hold their stomachs and laugh until tears came out.

Hu Erpang was so angry that he almost tore up the script. He shouted "cut" three times in a row, howling that it was the idiot extra who did it.

Everyone looked at the corner where Uncle Qiu was standing. Uncle Qiu immediately showed his courage and remained calm even when faced with a huge disaster. He frowned and stepped back, looking at the petite beauty who played the role of the fourth concubine beside him with suspicion and shock, with an expression of "you can't judge a little girl by her size". He almost raised his hand to tell the teacher that this guy farted and disturbed everyone.

Hey... please stop pretending... this was definitely done by you!

I couldn't help but cover my face...

Hu Erpang was so angry that his cheeks were shaking. If he calculated the time, film location, and actor fees, then the money he had cheated from this old man today could be converted into coins to smash him into a meat pie, or to fill up the dilapidated toilet in the park where he often appeared - either of which would be an excellent welfare project that would benefit many people in the city.

After the director's repeated orders, the drama, which had gone through some twists and turns, started filming again, but this time Uncle Qiu was completely sent aside to serve as a human background color.

This scene shows the wedding banquet being held as scheduled under the Japanese artillery fire. Among the pale faces of the crowd, only Wang Damazi was hugging his concubine and chatting and laughing, showing the heroic character and thick-skinnedness of the Wang family. It is estimated that the root of Wang Er's illness lies in this gene.

What everyone had to do was very simple. They just sat at the wedding table, pretending to be scared and not being able to move their chopsticks at all.

That's right, you can't even move your chopsticks! Hu Erpang glared at the old man, giving him a special reminder to pay extra attention.

The old man made an "ok handsome guy" gesture to the director and sat down obediently at the small table without even looking at the things on the table. This finally made Director Hu's heart settle down.

There were also rumbling sounds of artillery fire all around to create an atmosphere - I don't know if it was to prevent the old man from farting again unexpectedly.

This time the old man didn't fart.

Wang Damazi followed the expected script. He stood up halfway through his meal, looked at the heroes around him whose faces changed slightly, and raised his glass with great joy, urging everyone to drink together.

The extras raised their cups listlessly...

Uncle Qiu pulled the pull ring of the draft beer...

"cheers!"

Everyone drank it all in one gulp.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Fatty Hu pulled his hair and screamed like a little girl being pinned to the ground by a black uncle. “Uncle! What are you drinking!”

"Tsingtao Beer! It expresses my true feelings!" The old man burped.

“Can’t you just hold up the glass like everyone else?” Fat Hu started pulling his hair.

"But you said we can't touch the things on the table." Uncle Qiu chuckled and gulped down a few more gulps. "It's okay. I don't charge you for this bottle. You have to put it in the account and reimburse me for the next one. Yes, yes, yes, the column of 'actor's props'... I saw the book in the hand of the kid next to you!"

Director Hu said nothing more. He jumped down from the director's seat, ran to me, hugged my thighs, and began to wipe his tears: "Brother... please be kind... we can't keep Wang Damazi..."

I looked at him with pity, and calmly pulled my legs out of his arms, avoiding his snotty hands that were touching me: "Double... no, triple the price... I'll take him back."

"Damn, so shady!" He had a painful expression on his face. "If I were Wang Damazi, I would have shot him to death long ago. Why would I waste this money?"

"Anyone with a gun would have shot him dead," I patted the wailing man's shoulder in relief, "If one shot isn't enough, then just spray him..."

So after a while, Uncle Qiu happily got into the elevator with us, carrying a stack of money.

At the end, Hu Erpang patted my shoulder, handed me a business card and added me on WeChat. I was a little confused - is this guy a masochist? Or is he still attached to Mr. Qiu?

"No, it's just that next time my old rival is filming, I can pay the old man to sneak into his set..." Hu Erpang laughed and rubbed his hands, revealing his nature as a rogue director.

Gao... This person is really tall...

I sighed to myself.