How many calls?

At five minutes past five in the afternoon, Director Tian found Li Si.

"I thank you on behalf of the entire cast and crew. If a vicious incident had occurred, this film would definitely not have been made, and the preliminary investment would have gone down the drain."

Director Tian's tone was sincere: "Feel free to mention any requests you have, I will help you realise them within my ability."

Li Si thought carefully for a while, and found that there was really nothing he wanted, and it was too unlike him to ask for money directly.

He tentatively asked, "Liu Jinsheng's autograph?"

Director Tian laughed at his words, feeling more and more that the young man in front of him was simple and cute.

"Yes! I'll tell Jin Sheng right now, but is that enough?"

Director Tian patted Li Si's shoulder.

"You have good hands, are you interested in being a martial arts director? The kind where your name can appear in the film."

Having said this, how could Li Si not understand that Director Tian was promoting himself.

A film with Liu Jinsheng in it would have countless benefits even if only one name appeared.

So Li Si nodded his head. Director Tian wasn't the least bit surprised and pulled him to introduce him to the other martial arts instructors:

"This is Little Li, our new martial arts director. Little Li is a newcomer, so everyone take care of him."

The martial arts instructors were all very enthusiastic, saying "Sure, sure", only Master Chen stood not far away, a trace of worry flashing across his face.

Sure enough, not long after Director Tian left, trouble came.

"You kid can still be a martial arts instructor?" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with high cheekbones.

He walked up and unceremoniously pushed Li Si.

The middle-aged man's surname was Song, and everyone else called him Master Song, who came from learning Tong Arm Fist.

To put it plainly, this was the one who yelled at Li Si and asked him to move his protective gear.

Seeing a conflict, Master Chen rushed over and blocked the middle of the two: "Master Song, this is my little brother. Our Wushu Fingers have their own rules, don't be too hard on the people!"

"Little brother? Heh, you recognise a handyman as your little brother." Master Song sneered.

Master Chen cursed him in his heart.

At that time, not many people saw the scene where Li Si and the criminal wrestled, but he could see clearly, those few strokes were completely running to kill people!

At the very beginning, Li Si's pen was obviously pointing at the throat, until the last moment, held back a bit and closed. The tip of the pen down into the offender's small arm.

Master Chen did not even dare to think about it. Today, if he did not have his own words, would Li Si have killed the other party in the process?

I'm fucking saving you, stupid! Looking at the unforgiving Master Song, Master Chen was so close to breaking his mouth.

"Row ... Master Chen is willing to bail you out, I have nothing to say." Master Song had a grim smile on his face.

"But we are all people who practice martial arts, it's impossible to say without showing a few hands of kung fu, right? Otherwise, who knows if you've gone through connections to blend in."

He walked to the empty space next to him and hooked his finger at Li Si, "Come, let's have a fight."

Master Chen covered his face and sighed, deeply impressed that there was a saying that was right.

Let go of the helping plot and respect the fate of others.

Afternoon, five seventeen.

Song Qi drank hot tea and fumed, when he suddenly saw a group of people carrying a stretcher rushing towards him.

"What the what?" Dumbfounded, she hurriedly got out of the way. No one paid any attention to her as the crowd passed by like the wind.

"Master Song! Master Song! You can't sleep, you'll die if you fall asleep!"

"Master Song you hold on!"

"Master Song ..."

Was the martial arts instructor injured? Song Qi sneaked a look at the stretcher and found that the man on it was bruised and swollen, grunting, and his nosebleed hadn't even been wiped clean.

She spat out her tongue and was just about to continue fuming when she saw that nuisance Li Si wobbling towards her side. There was a middle-aged man behind him, saying something bitterly.

"I told you to not hit so hard ...."

Every ten seconds or so, Li Si said sincerely:

"So it is."

"It's my fault."

"Next time for sure."

Master Chen stopped his nagging with relief. Li Si is still a good boy ah, listening to all my words.

Although it feels like something is wrong and he seems to be perfunctory, but it should be an illusion, right?

Seeing Song Qi, Li Si happily waved. Song Qi grunted and turned her back to ignore him.

I'm not talking to bad guys.

Who knew that the nuisance sat down directly beside him.

Song Qi's brows furrowed before she heard him say, "Shooting ends at eight tonight, do you want to go eat something nearby together?"

The little idol's eyes quietly lit up as she stammered, "You, aren't you going to go and, and An Hong ... at eight?"

Li Si bristled, "Just fooling her. I don't dare to offend the senior management of the cinema line, say a few good words. Ah, wait a minute, I'll take a call."

Song Qi didn't care what Li Si said on the phone.

The little idol was happy as if she wanted to fly.

After a while, Li Si hung up the phone, "Well, do you have time?"

Song Qi's little brain was nodding out of stumps.

At night, eight twenty-one.

"Why did you pick the opposite side of the Lijing Hotel!" Song Qi complained.

She changed into her regular clothes and wore sunglasses and a mask to avoid being recognised.

Their girl group had recently been caught up in a wave of internet furore, and the members must be careful when going out alone.

Even the culprits who had thrown the adhesive earlier might be their black fans.

"The view is better here." Li Si glanced at the menu and ordered a dozen dishes with a wave of his hand.

In the morning, I just gathered wool from a rich woman, so I don't use it for nothing.

The dishes were quickly served, Song Qi to keep in shape, only dared to take a small piece of romaine lettuce and put it in her mouth to chew slowly.

She had the intention to talk to Lis, but found the other staring straight out the window.

Following the direction of Li Si's gaze, Song Qi looked for a while and suddenly let out an "eek".

"Look, that seems to be An Hong, why is she pulling at someone?"

Li Si withdrew his gaze, as if he had lost all interest.

"Eat eat eat."

He bit off half a lamb chop in one bite.

The meal was very quiet, and Song Qi was unsuccessful in trying to strike up a conversation with Li Si several times, so she couldn't help but feel very lost.

It wasn't until after nine in the evening that Li Si finally finished eating and offered to send Song Qi back. Song Qi, of course, politely refused, saying that her agent would pick her up.

Her agent was a tall man in a suit, and before leaving, he intentionally glared at Li Si, seemingly in warning.

Li Si returned a smile to the other party.

It was ten twenty at night.

The restaurant was almost empty, with only a handful of cashiers accounting for the bill. Most of the lights were turned off, with only the nightlight above Li Si's head still on.

After confirming that the restaurant could stay open until eleven o'clock, Li Si half-lay down on the sofa chair and started playing with his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, the phone suddenly received an auto-pushed news. Li Si clicked the news open and laughed out with a "ha".

"Domestic entertainment reporters move so fast." He put his mobile phone on the desktop.

Only to see that the picture accompanying the news was a woman with a crying flowery face. Her hands were covered in blood, and beside her lay a motionless man, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The news headline was also eye-catching.

[Shocker! Jin Sheng Entertainment executive An Hong appeared at the Lijing Hotel and stabbed someone in the street, suspected to be a love murder!