Tang Sanzang's apprenticeship ceremony still had to wait for a while. Ye Fan simply went to another room to see what Old Pig was doing. Before he opened the sliding door, Ye Fan heard a burst of lewd voices from inside. Ye Fan was stunned. He opened the door and saw Zhu Bajie carrying a female student in martial arts attire and working hard.
F * ck your grandpa!
When Ye Fan saw this scene, he could not help but curse angrily. He thought to himself, I was beating people up outside, and you were f * cking making babies here. That was f * cking enough.
Zhu Bajie seemed to have heard the commotion outside as well. He took a look and said,""It's Ye-ge, wait a minute, it'll be over in half an hour!”
"F * ck, hurry up. I don't have time to wait for you.”Ye Fan slammed the door. He returned to Tang Sanzang's room.
Back at Tang Sanzang's side, Tang Sanzang was lecturing Buddhist scriptures to his new disciple. Ye Fan stood by the side and listened. He realized that although this old monk was like a wooden chicken at times, when he was really teaching, he was full of energy and seemed very serious.
"In the end, you're a person who has become a Buddha.”Ye Fan praised. After waiting for a long time, Old Pig still did not return. Ye Fan was furious. He thought to himself,'Bastard, I have to teach you a lesson.' Ye Fan went out of the house and saw that most of the people in the training ground had taken a taxi to send money to the orthopedic hospital. There were only a few disciples with blue and green belts. Their levels were relatively low, so they did not participate in the battle just now. When they saw Ye Fan, they were all a little scared. Just now, they were only watching the battle from the side and had already seen Ye Fan's brutality. They thought to themselves that if he was unhappy and started fighting, they would not be his match even if they were tied up.
"You don't want to be beaten up, do you?" Ye Fan came up and said this to the dozen or so disciples.
The disciples looked at each other and nodded honestly. Ye Fan said,"It's good that you don't want to be beaten up. Listen up."”Ye Fan pointed at the room where Old Pig was and said,"If you don't want to be beaten up, go to that room now and beat that man up. Beat him up hard! As long as you don't kill him."
These disciples looked at each other again, thinking, weren't you all together? Why did you suddenly have an internal strife? Ye Fan saw them like this and said,"Do you hear me clearly?"”The disciples nodded.
A blue belt disciple looked at Ye Fan and asked timidly,"Can you slap my face?"
Ye Fan took a puff of his cigarette and flicked the ashes. He said,"Greet them to death!"
The dozen or so disciples who received the order all waved their fists and lifted their legs. They pushed open the door on Old Pig's side and rushed in. Not long after, Zhu Bajie's miserable howl sounded like a pig being slaughtered. Then, he rushed out almost naked, shouting for Ye-ge to save him.
Looking at the bruised and swollen Zhu Bajie, Ye Fan blew out a smoke ring and waved his hand at those who were still chasing after him, asking them to retreat. "You're f * cking willing to come out?"”Ye Fan picked up a martial arts suit hanging beside him and threw it to Zhu Bajie. Zhu Bajie changed into the martial arts suit. He actually looked quite human.
Ye Fan called Tang Sanzang and brought the two of them back to the hotel. When he left, there were two people who were reluctant to part with him. One was his new disciple, and the other was his new girlfriend.
After returning to the hotel, everything was as usual. Old Pig was still playing games, and Tang Sanzang was still listening to love songs. However, he was no longer crying. He was in a meditative state and was chanting Buddhist scriptures. The sound from the earpiece was so loud that it could be heard outside.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan muttered, wondering why Brother Monkey was still not here. Logically speaking, two days should have already passed. Brother Monkey was not a person who went back on his word.
Ye Fan asked Old Pig. Old Pig, who was playing the game, laughed and said,"Monkey is going to drink with the Bull Demon King, right? He said two days, but that's only two days when he's awake. If he drinks too much, who knows how many days he'll sleep for.”
Ye Fan instantly felt like he had been tricked. "How long does Brother Monkey usually get drunk for?"”
Old Pig chuckled." That depends on the wine. If the monkey gets drunk, he might be drunk for two to three years."”
"F * ck!" Ye Fan instantly had the thought of opening the window and throwing this fool out of the window. However, after thinking about it, he held back and thought to himself, Forget it. In any case, these two people were considered safe now. They could not be blamed for being captured by the Taekwondo Dojo. This had something to do with him.
Ye Fan calmed down and returned to his computer. He opened his email to see if there were any more scripts that had been sent over. However, he was surprised to find that there were not many scripts left in his email. There were almost no more invitations for advertisements and shows. There was only one letter. Ye Fan took a look and saw that it was from Director Fan.
The content was nothing more than a sentence.
Don't you want to survive in the entertainment industry? I'll make sure you can't survive!
Director Fan had been beaten up by Ye Fan and had his bones broken. It could be said that he hated Ye Fan to the core, but he did not call the police because it would be too ugly to say. However, revenge had to be taken. He used all his connections and told the people in the industry that there was only him and no one else between him and Ye Fan.
Although Ye Fan was in the limelight now, in the entertainment industry, he could not compare to such a senior director with deep qualifications and extensive connections. Who would dare to provoke him? Therefore, many of the production teams that sent Ye Fan scripts sent back emails saying that they had sent the wrong ones. Or rather, take back the previous script.
Ye Fan had a stubborn temper. He had the heart to kill Director Fan, but he didn't want to do so. What's the point of doing this? He held his breath and thought to himself,'Fan, aren't you just awesome at making movies? I don't believe it. In the huge Chinese film market, you have the final say. You must have a few enemies.' If you film one, I'll film one too. Let's see who's better.
A man's breath, a Buddha's joss stick. This was what they were fighting for.
When I vent my anger, I'll teach you a lesson!
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