Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 787: A Mysterious Visitor to the Film Crew

However, just as Director Zhuang had said, nothing suddenly popped out to scare everyone after that, and the following shoots all went very smoothly.

Over the next few days, most of the scenes were Xiao He's fight scenes.

But although they were called fight scenes, in truth he took more of the hits.

After all, this suddenly appearing monster completely exceeded Zhou Zhiyi and the others’ domain of knowledge; it couldn't be treated as a ghost purge, nor as a zombie purge, but belonged to a troublesome new “product,” so being hunted and attacked during the early stages was inevitable.

Thus many people could see Xiao He suspended on stunt wires, being swung back and forth down the set corridor.

From time to time he was knocked down by the charging dog prop, then slammed into the wall behind him, or he would brace himself by kicking off the wall to steady his posture.

Meanwhile the other two actors, Lyu Dun and Cheng Jingyu, circled below him, pursuing him back and forth.

Oh, Lyu Dun also had to occasionally pull talisman paper out of his bag and draw sigils, and Xiao He had to make sure that while he was “flying” up in the air he wouldn't collide with anyone...

It has to be said, this whole process was truly exhausting.

Luckily Xiao He himself was already very familiar with these sequences, so the fight filming went silky-smooth, which surprised many people on site.

So in just a few days, the hospital fight sequence that seemed difficult to finish was pushed to its finale by Xiao He——

Bao Xingsheng arrived on set at that moment.

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“Mr. Bao, what brings you here today?”

At the building entrance, producer Wang Sheng personally came out to greet him.

The middle-aged man called “Mr. Bao” carried a huge presence; not only did the black luxury car behind him signal his distinctive status, even the nearby entrances and exits had an extra dozen burly bodyguards.

Almost the moment Wang Sheng approached, countless subtle scrutinizing gazes fell upon him, as if assessing his security risk.

A few bodyguards strode forward first, ready at any moment to protect their employer’s personal safety.

Even Wang Sheng, who often mingled with Director Zhuang and was used to such scenes, dared not be careless in the slightest and spoke with extreme caution.

But the man before him was approachable, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back, nodding slightly at Wang Sheng: “I heard Daoist Hu is here today, so I came to take a look.”

“Ah, he is indeed here today.”

Wang Sheng nodded knowingly, then stepped aside with a smile to show the man the way.

Bao Xingsheng glanced at Wang Sheng, scanned the surroundings, then signaled the bodyguards behind him to stand by: “Daoist Hu never liked crowds. You all stay here.”

The bodyguard team said nothing; after a neat bow they dispersed. But a careful observer would notice they were methodically taking positions at the building’s key entrances and exits, ensuring no suspicious person could come or go.

Wang Sheng watched the scene with the same smile on his face, as if this were perfectly normal.

“Hehe, shall we go.”

After the bodyguards confirmed the area was secure, Bao Xingsheng smiled at Wang Sheng and followed his steps.

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There weren't many scenes left to film today; the hospital fight was nearing its end, so there were many crew members on the road, most moving equipment and props and preparing for the next scene.

That caused the two men to walk, stop, and occasionally step aside to avoid a prop truck.

Bao Xingsheng had not been to a set in many years. Although his assets included entertainment-related businesses, he no longer needed to handle things personally and could sit in his office and read reports each day.

Still, this kind of scene was nostalgic.

So even though the walk took some time, he was not particularly anxious; instead he looked around like an inspector, glancing left and right and casually asking Wang Sheng about the production’s situation.

Wang Sheng patiently explained and even took the opportunity to strengthen his ties with Director Zhuang: “This investment actually involves Mr. Bao’s company. Director Zhuang was saying just yesterday that after Dragon, the Hong Kong release needs to be discussed with Mr. Bao, and wouldn't you know it, Mr. Bao shows up today.”

Bao Xingsheng had heard of the investment in Dragon but hadn't paid it much mind. Reminded by Wang Sheng, he couldn't feign ignorance, and accepted the invitation: “Alright, I can arrange a time to talk with Director Zhuang. But you should know that supernatural-themed works are hard to release these days. Even here in Hong Kong, they must meet regulations...”

“Of course, of course. We know that,” Wang Sheng said with a smile, “That's why Director Zhuang specifically wants to talk to you, Mr. Bao! We know the situation is complicated, but when we visited President Mao last time, we spoke to him about this. He recommended you highly, saying if you handle it, it would be much better than us messing around—”

“President Mao? The one from the Tianshi Association?”

Upon hearing the familiar name, Bao Xingsheng's expression finally shifted.

“Yes. Come to think of it, President Mao is here today as well.”

Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, “President Mao attaches great importance to our shoot and is very supportive of one of our young actors, so he’s been dropping by to offer pointers from time to time. We’re quite familiar with him now.”

At Wang Sheng’s words, the line on Bao Xingsheng’s face twitched for a moment.

A person the upper echelon queued up to seek out, and now they casually visit the set to offer free guidance, even becoming familiar with the crew?

What the—

Who were these people then?

And they were squandering such rare opportunities just giving acting advice?

Don't you know this master is the real deal!

He's a genuine top expert with serious methods!

But soon, Bao Xingsheng’s momentary twist of expression smoothed back out.

Although Wang Sheng might have tried to flatter President Mao by exaggerating closeness, Bao Xingsheng was sharp enough to grasp Wang Sheng’s point almost instantly——

“President Mao is very taken with an actor?”

Bao Xingsheng raised an eyebrow. Weathered but sharp, his gaze fixed on the man before him, trying to find lies or flaws on his face.

He was disappointed.

Wang Sheng was genuinely confident about this.

If he had at first thought President Mao’s frequent set visits were to oversee Dragon’s shooting, then after learning President Mao often chatted with Xiao He, Wang Sheng realized the master’s intention lay elsewhere.

Hearing additional on-site descriptions—from Lyu Dun and Cheng Jingyu—Wang Sheng finally understood that President Mao had taken a liking to this promising young talent, Xiao He!

This wasn’t supervision; it was a quiet headhunt!

Wang Sheng was so anxious he hurried to notify Director Zhuang to protect the talent.

But Director Zhuang was calmer than expected, merely waving his hand and telling Wang Sheng not to worry. After all, Xiao He was on set and both men were under everyone’s watchful eyes. How could he be easily poached?

Besides, Director Zhuang knew well that people in Xiao He's circle were staunch materialists who didn’t believe in ghosts and spirits.

Sending someone off to become a Taoist? Don't even talk about whether Liu Rulan, that manager, would approve—Xiao He’s own family certainly wouldn't allow it either!

So Director Zhuang remained composed, and even spread the news that President Mao was present, letting Hong Kong entertainment circles weigh the matter.

President Mao and his peers held a very high position in Hong Kong; at feng shui's peak they were worth gold for a single divination. Although the field has declined under scientific critique, that only made truly capable Celestial Masters rarer and more coveted.

No wonder Director Zhuang's leak drew Bao Xingsheng here.

“I’m curious now,” Bao Xingsheng said, thoughtful, “I recall the young man's name—Xiao He?”

Although Thief Catcher 2 isn't a Hong Kong martial arts film, Hong Kong was once the production capital of such films, and when released there it had a strong following.

Bao Xingsheng naturally remembered.

“Yes, Xiao He,” Wang Sheng said.

After this time working together, Wang Sheng had a very favorable impression of Xiao He, and praise came easily: “Don't underestimate him because he's young. His achievements are not ordinary...”

As they spoke, the two men arrived at the set.

At that moment the shoot was winding down.

The once clean hospital corridor was now a mess, the walls splattered with blood.

A man and a woman, already exhausted and collapsed to the ground, panted raggedly; whether the blood on them belonged to the monster or themselves was unclear.

The primary young combatant, however, could not let his guard down. He stood before the peachwood sword that had been driven through the monster’s body, fingers working rapid hand seals, and an indescribable, mysterious aura suddenly unfolded around him——

“Decreed by Lushan, purge filth and calm souls, dissolve all evils, follow the rite to the afterlife——”

As he moved, the surrounding lights began to flicker in coordination.

The next moment, the environment plunged into darkness!