From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Matt refused to get up.

Humiliating, truly too humiliating, mixed with emotions such as annoyance, depression, absurdity, and shame, but most importantly, speechlessness, a head full of unanswered questions.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Matt slammed the ground a few times.

Taking a deep breath, and another deep breath, from that rapid breathing, one could deeply feel the bewilderment and embarrassment of losing face, to the point that onlookers couldn't help but chuckle.

But the smile had only just appeared at the corner of his lips when Matt scrambled to his feet, turned around, and stood in front of Anson, looking fierce and menacing, as if he wanted to eat someone alive, glaring at Anson, the tense atmosphere instantly tightening, but the next second, he revealed a smile.

"How on earth did you do it?"

Ask if you don't understand.

Anson himself came from a journalism background and had also been on film sets, he knew that all of this was just for publicity, just like Natalie Portman saying that she didn't use a stunt double in the dance sequences of "Black Swan".

All lies.

Anyway, in Hollywood, stunt doubles are a group of people who are always ignored, in the face of box office and award benefits, the credit of stunt doubles can all be attributed to the actors, everything is for a bigger picture.

It's not to say that Natalie didn't train for the role, or that she wasn't diligent enough or didn't put in enough effort, Anson believed that she definitely trained, but for professional skills like ballet, without five or ten years of training, even a genius who appears once in ten years cannot display top-notch skills, a short six months or a year of training can only allow the actor to perform a superficial show.

But that doesn't matter, anyway, this is filming a movie, and it's not shameful to get help from professional actors.

However, denying the value of stunt actors, that seems unkind.

Diligent training is one thing; believing in the professionalism of stunt actors is another. The two should not and should not conflict.

Including Anson himself is no exception.

This time filming "Spider-Man", training is training, he will try his best to improve himself and prepare for high-difficulty shooting, but he will also not refuse the help of professionals, some high-difficulty scenes do require the professional skills of professionals to ensure the best results are filmed.

There is no need to deny it.

As for the publicity reports of the film company, there is really no need to believe them too much.

But now?

Looking at Matt in front of him, like a mad scientist, full of curiosity, high spirits, not only excited, but also focused, revealing a hint of dedication.

Anson's thoughts wavered slightly, perhaps Matt did personally complete a large number of action scenes, just like Jackie Chan and Tom Cruise.

A smile crept onto the corner of his lips.

Anson shook his head slightly, "No, I'm not considered professional, just the basics."

Matt was directly stunned, "Basics? You call those moves basics?"

Suddenly, Matt turned to look at Nick, clearly not believing Anson's words.

Nick still had his FBI face on, nodding, "Those are indeed the basics." Matt gasped, "But his performance just now was definitely not that of a beginner, Matt, there's no need to care too much, he's just being modest."

Matt turned to look at Anson's harmless smiling face, and finally understood:

He was actually deceived by Anson's appearance!

But on second thought, he himself was the same, trying to fool others with superficial stereotypes, the result was that a con artist met a swindler, and he willingly admitted defeat.

"Okay, I deserve it."

"I thought you might underestimate me, and I could win easily; but the opposite is true, I actually underestimated you, and I made a fool of myself here."

Touching his nose in frustration, Matt made a grimace, clearly it was his body that had been hit when he fell just now, but he acted as if he had been punched in the face by Anson.

Anson waved his hands repeatedly, "Underestimate me, please underestimate me as soon as possible. I'm really just a beginner, I've only been here for two months, and I'm still a rookie."

Matt blinked, "Two months?"

Anson, "Two months."

Nick looked at Zhang Sheng, "Two months?"

Zhang Sheng almost rolled his eyes, but still controlled himself, revealing a smile, "Two months."

Matt: ...

Nick: ...

The air was silent, not a sound.

Then, Matt finally came back to his senses, "I want to sign up. Now. Immediately. Right away. What do I need to do? Anything, I have no problem with anything."

Anson's voice came calmly, "The first lesson in society, don't sign a contract casually, otherwise when you come to your senses, you'll be scrubbing toilets."

Nick: Twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Sheng tried very hard to hold back his laughter, but still controlled himself and looked at Matt.

"We are a martial arts gym, open for teaching, widely accepting disciples, naturally not so exaggerated."

"If you want to sign up, it's not difficult, come over every day to practice the horse stance, and insist on more than thirty minutes each time, for a whole week, that counts as passing."

"Not difficult, really, not difficult at all."

After saying that, Zhang Sheng didn't stay any longer, turned around, put his hands behind his back, like an old cadre, swaying and leaving the room.

As soon as the figure turned a corner, the thin bamboo pole completed the switch, English switched to Chinese, and the unfathomable mask was also removed, muttering to himself.

"That fancy stuff is really just for show, it'll fall apart with a gust of wind."

"Do they think this is some tourist attraction? Coming over to change into a practice suit, take a photo and show off to friends, and then leave quickly, it's all the fault of the taekwondo gym next door, accepting a bunch of showoffs, I really don't know what they're thinking, is there no other choice for Halloween?"

"Ah, Wu Xi, it's my turn, you just now..."

Along with the sound of closing the door, the subsequent sounds were all cut off, and the echo in the stairwell returned to silence.

However.

For Matt and Nick, there was no difference, anyway, they couldn't understand it.

Until the sound disappeared, Matt turned to look at Anson, "Is that so? Really that simple? Just practice the horse stance every day?"

As he said that, Matt began to gesture—

The movement was not standard at all, not even like a squat.

Anson glanced at Matt, a smile in his eyes, and nodded lightly to affirm, "Indeed, for a week in a row, thirty minutes a day, that's all it takes."

"Haha." Matt's laughter was particularly hearty, "Simple, this couldn't be simpler, then let's start now, Nick, can you time me?"