Chapter 1656
Layer upon Layer
Upon hearing the words "Asian" and "secretly photographed," Zhang Yuan instinctively felt a jolt in his heart.
After all, he had just brought Guo Fan into the film crew.
Then he looked at the "reporter" in front of him.
He is Paul Walker's assistant.
I understand it pretty much perfectly.
Because Paul and I have a good relationship.
My brother is a typical American sunny boy. He has all the typical flaws of white people, but he's not a bad person at heart.
Zhang Yuan is good at finding common ground while reserving differences. As long as my interests are not harmed, we are good friends.
When Paul's assistant came to report the news, he became even more certain that the matter was related to him.
But he didn't come in person...
Zhang Yuan was puzzled, so he got up and walked quickly toward the place the other person pointed to.
On the other side, Guo Fan was currently in a position of forcefully locking up the man.
Two bodyguards, each about two meters tall, grabbed his arm behind his back and pushed him forward, making him wince in pain.
The other person groped him, pretending to search him.
Zhang Yuan has such sharp eyes; even at night, he spotted them from a great distance.
He quickened his pace and cleared his throat, preparing to raise his voice.
But he didn't intend to curse.
Instead, they shouted.
"How's the commemorative photo and video I asked you to take going...?"
"what!"
A loud shout startled everyone around.
The two burly men also paused for a moment.
"What are you doing to my assistant?"
"Britain is so unsafe! Someone actually robbed someone in the street!"
"quick!"
He gave Brother Long a look, and the bodyguards rushed forward.
This is called taking the initiative. I don't care who you are, I'll label you a thief first and then beat you up.
At the same time, it also labeled Guo Fan as someone who took commemorative photos for himself, helping him to publicly clear his name of "secretly taking photos".
After all, when Paul's assistant approached him, he said it was "taking photos secretly."
As for what he was secretly filming, he hadn't had time to figure it out yet.
Although the two white bodyguards were very big, Brother Long was not intimidated at all.
As long as you act quickly and ruthlessly enough, physical strength is not a problem.
In the ring, it's a duel between people of the same weight class, under the rules. But outside the ring, where there are no rules, things like eye-gouging and groin strikes are common occurrences.
Traditional kung fu emphasizes not neutralizing force or using minimal force to overcome great strength, but rather surprise attacks.
Where are the film crew's bodyguards?
"Can't even basic safety be protected?"
"STOP!" A gruff voice came from the side.
Zhang Yuan immediately knew that the source of the sound was definitely Hairless.
Turning around, Vin Diesel's bald head gleamed and greasy in the moonlight.
Paul was also there, and he winked at him.
Meanwhile, actors from other film crews also rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
The moment Guo Fan saw him arrive, his wildly pounding heart suddenly calmed down considerably.
Knowing that Zhang Yuan was coming, there shouldn't be any major problems.
But when I saw the lead actor and producer of the show step forward, my heart started pounding again.
"Fan, what's wrong?" Zhang Yuan asked with a smile.
Things are nothing more than three elements: time, place, and people.
He had already understood the character aspect.
"They are not robbers, they are my bodyguards."
"Since he's your bodyguard, why did he attack my assistant without any reason?" He emphasized the fact that it was without reason, taking a stand first.
He then looked at his two bodyguards, still not letting go.
"He didn't have a work card for the film crew."
"Still wandering around the film crew area."
"At the same time, I was taking photos everywhere."
"The film crew can't just let people without proper credentials enter," the bald man insisted.
"Although he doesn't have identification, I've already said he's my assistant, you heard me, didn't you?"
"He also took photos." The bald man remained tight-lipped, emphasizing the fact that he had been photographed.
"They took commemorative photos of me from the film set. I really like this film crew, so what's wrong with wanting to keep a memento?"
Zhang Yuan's tone became serious.
You want to challenge me to a duel?
How do I know if he photographed my family?
"Taking pictures of my family is an invasion of my privacy."
"I have always protected my children and wife from the cameras," Old Fan said, raising his chin and speaking in a deep voice, enunciating each word clearly.
"I see." Zhang Yuan nodded gently.
The argument is reasonable, but the approach is unreasonable.
Therefore, I assume it is unreasonable.
"Can you confirm that my assistant photographed your family?"
“I saw him taking pictures in the direction of my daughter.”
“I’m asking you, are you sure he took the picture?” Zhang Yuan repeated.
Is your melon guaranteed to be ripe?
"If he didn't get the picture, is it reasonable for you to do this?"
Even if he got the photos, would you be allowed to do that?
“He violated my privacy, and I am protected by law.” Old Fan very American-stylely picked up the legal weapon.
“Yes, you are protected by North American law.” Zhang Yuan pointed around: “But this is Britain, not North America.”
"Let me make this first and last polite request: release my assistant." His tone was no longer serious, but slightly evasive.
Because his energy was no longer entirely focused on speaking, but was beginning to shift to his limbs.
This is not your territory. How dare you lay a hand on my people?
"No, I have to make sure my child is safe," the bald man retorted through gritted teeth.
“OK,” Zhang Yuan replied easily.
Then he turned and walked towards Guo Fan.
They approached the two tall bodyguards.
“I don’t know when you guys started working for Vin Diesel.”
"But I know for sure it won't be more than 3 years."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't be so rude to me."
The two bodyguards looked at each other, then at their employer, but didn't move.
We'll listen to whoever pays us.
Moreover, Fan is the boss of the crew, and even the director has to listen to his opinions. We saw it for sure.
The tyrant on set is like that, while the bodyguard is like his master.
"Hehehe..." Paul ran out at this moment, gesturing with his hands.
"Don't act impulsively."
He didn't dare to look, because he could already sense Zhang Yuan's aura changing.
Lin Yibin arrived at that moment and stepped forward to stop them.
He knew perfectly well that since he had been there every time in recent years, it must be that Baldy was up to no good again.
Those two are powerful figures; I can't afford to offend either of them.
"I know him. He's Zhang Xinlai's assistant. Can you let him go?"
“We can sit down and talk,” Lin Yibin said to the two bodyguards.
But the two older brothers glanced at the distance again, and then remained where they were.
They're quite professional.
Zhang Yuan shrugged. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."
Afterwards, Guo Fan felt a lightness all over his body and immediately felt relaxed.
As he straightened up, he saw two burly men beside him, their eyes rolling back, slumped on either side of him. The two white bodyguards never expected an actor to make a move, let alone so quickly, without even a proper stance.
Their ideal starting point is American-style anger, cursing, and adopting a boxing or fighting stance.
What do you need this for?
Zhang Yuan was expressionless one second, but his fist was already at the door the next.
A sudden thud to the neck and then to the chest, targeting the trigeminal nerve, made me dizzy immediately.
There was absolutely no preparation or reaction.
I was already within seven steps of you, and you were still not on guard. That's why he said he hadn't been with the bald guy for very long.
If it were any longer, I would have let go long ago.
"What are you doing?" The bald man angrily stepped forward when he saw his man fall.
But as soon as Zhang Yuan turned around and made a quick forward lunge gesture, this person instinctively took a step back and raised his hand to block.
Even if your brain can't remember, your body will honestly remember it.
You've broken the law!
"I'm going to sue you."
"Where do you want to sue?" Zhang Yuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Who do you want to sue?"
"Is he the CEO of Universal Pictures?"
“I can call him right now.”
"I'm quitting this damn production crew! I will never work with people like this again!" the bald man yelled as he turned to leave.
"Of course, it's your choice."
"But tomorrow the reporters will know you've left the production, and the people at Universal Pictures will know too."
"They invested over $6000 million in this film."
"The damage caused by your withdrawal will soon spread throughout Hollywood."
"That's all your fault!" the bald man roared.
“No, this is your fault,” Zhang Yuan replied calmly.
"Because you have been bullying me and my assistant on set for a long time."
"Because you are a white supremacist and a racist who discriminates against Asians."
Lin Yibin, who was standing nearby, was shocked when he heard this.
This is such a huge accusation...
"You think anyone will believe your nonsense!" Old Fan turned his head and pointed at him.
"If a white Christian bullies an Asian Muslim, would they believe it?"
Justin Lin was dumbfounded.
Super multiplier?
"Are you a follower of Islam?"
“I can be,” Zhang Yuan replied seriously.
“If a white Christian were to bully an Asian person, a follower of Islam, or a homosexual, how would the news media report it?” Zhang Yuan asked again.
Lin Yibin was frightened and took two steps back.
There are still experts!
Not to mention Justin Lin, even Paul is afraid.
I got goosebumps all over my body.
"No, buddy, you like guys?"
“I can like it,” Zhang Yuan replied calmly.
"I believe that the world, especially the North American media, must be very interested in this kind of news," Zhang Yuan said casually, as if he wasn't talking about himself.
"I can also be a vegetarian, a marine conservationist, an animal rights activist, and an environmentalist."
"Etc., etc……"
"After all, human potential is limitless; we can become anyone."
"But you will only become one kind of person."
"A man abandoned by Hollywood."
“A despised white racist.”
My goodness... The director, assistant director, and on-site producer standing nearby were sweating bullets as they listened.
Who can bear this.
At this time, various strange genders and ideologies have not yet become widespread in North America, but the seeds of disaster have already been sown.
It's not that no one is doing it, it's just that it hasn't become popular.
"You..." Old Fan's head was practically pointed at this moment, and he was completely speechless after being rebuked.
That's what they're afraid of.
Race and religion are topics that should not be touched.
Once you get involved, even if you don't end up completely ruined, it will be extremely troublesome.
Back then, Jackson was targeted by someone, and even someone of his stature couldn't do anything about it.
Later on, there were Johnny Depp and Kevin Spacey.
Even if he is exonerated afterward, what's the use? His career is already ruined.
The giant rock not far away had its eyebrows raised high.
He had witnessed the skill of this Asian friend when filming the fifth installment, but he never expected him to be this skilled.
They unleash their ultimate move right away.
Meanwhile, the MMA sister next to him was still immersed in the scene of Zhang Yuan taking down the two big, dumb bodyguards in a flash.
I could not hide the shock in my heart.
Is this the tall, thin Asian guy I usually practice with?
I only caught a glimpse of his movements: two jabs, delivered with astonishing speed.
Then he shook his head.
What did he just say?
The woman finally realized what was happening.
Not only are their physical attacks ruthless, their verbal attacks are even more ruthless!
This punch, the result of twenty years of internal strength, is something even a bald man couldn't withstand.
"Or, I could be someone else."
"You don't have to be a racist."
"It all depends on your choice." Zhang Yuan put his hands in his pockets, patted Guo Fan on the shoulder, and gestured for him to leave with him.
Faced with Zhang Yuan's blatant threat, the bald man was not only angry but also felt ashamed.
Especially when he was facing the other party just now, his instinctive retreat and blocking made him feel utterly humiliated.
What's more, his own bodyguard was still lying on the ground.
Yet they had absolutely no way to deal with this Asian man.
Others might dare to shout a few words, but this guy really does it... Old Fan thought to himself.
Although Zhang Yuan had never done it, he gave the impression of being the kind of person who would do such a thing.
And regardless of whether he could do it or not, the other party wouldn't dare to gamble.
I hit your people, I threatened you, what can you do about it?
If you're not happy about it, just keep it to yourself; you'll get used to it.
Guo Fan, who left with him, was still somewhat dazed.
How did it suddenly turn out like this?
Zhang Yuan gave him a brief explanation.
"Each film crew can only have one boss."
"He thought that by playing the boss in the movie, he was the real boss."
"Unfortunately, it's not," Zhang Yuan said nonchalantly.
Guo Fan remained silent, only glancing at him in quiet contemplation.
It's said that people in our industry, when they see foreign celebrities, can't wait to hug and kiss them.
Why are you like this?
It seems out of step with the traditions of our industry.
“I think I understand now why you’re so successful in Hollywood,” Guo Fan said after a long while.
"Intelligent, magnanimous, refined, and outstanding," Zhang Yuan boasted, his hands behind his back.
"shameless……"
Zhang Yuan: ...
"No, what I mean is, you're not afraid of those white people, you're not afraid from the bottom of your heart."
"Not only am I not afraid of them, I also look down on them a bit," Guo Fan quickly changed his tune.
"Learn the superior techniques of the barbarians to control the barbarians, do you understand?"
I despise their system, whether it's based on race, gender, or all sorts of other nonsense, but that doesn't mean I can't use it.
When I possess Eastern wisdom, learn Western stacking buffs, and am even more shameless than you... no, I mean I dare to express myself.
How will you respond? (End of Chapter)