Chapter 1170 The Socially Anxious Girl Who Is Addicted to Lao Zhao

Zhao Chuanxin came to the little girl who was scolded: "Why are you crying?"

The little girl looked up. She had long black hair and blue eyes.

She is far less beautiful than Zhao Nianzhen, but her shyness prevents Heaven from rewarding her hard work, and her ethereal bones and kindness cannot be contained.

Appears to be in his early twenties.

Compared with others, Zhao Nianzhen is considered an old aunt.

But an old lady in her sixties can play a little girl who has not yet left the court. What does it mean for Zhao Nianzhen to play a girl in her twenties when she is in her thirties?

The little girl was a little afraid of society and wanted to avoid Zhao Chuanxin's gaze.

But Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were like a black hole. Once locked, nothing could escape.

She couldn't help but say: "I don't act well, I always don't act well, I can't control myself."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that Zhao Nianzhen's side was going smoothly and was still in progress, he raised his head and said, "Come out and tell us."

He is an old guy over a hundred years old, and everyone looks like a little girl. He has even passed the greasy period when God rewards hard work.

The little girl couldn't help but follow Zhao Chuanxin out.

But the actor John Wayne looked towards where Zhao Chuanxin and the little girl were leaving, frowning frequently. He was still at a virtuous age.

The director was displeased: "John, why are you always distracted? Look at how well this newcomer performs."

The director was displeased, but spoke softly because John Wayne was a man of high status.

John Wayne had no choice but to withdraw his attention and concentrate on playing with Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette and lit it: "If you have any difficulties, tell me. I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction... lack of self-confidence."

Lao Zhao's aura is too strong.

Strong enough to target this kind of social phobia patient and make the other party subconsciously cooperate.

The little girl hurriedly said: "Look, I am always nervous whenever I act. I can't control my hands."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Do you know what can cure nervousness and fear?"

The little girl finally asked eagerly from the bottom of her heart: "What?"

"Desensitization." Zhao Chuanxin said, "I can help you desensitize it, but in a small workshop, the cutting materials will be more intense."

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, it was quite empty here.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his arms to hug the little girl and started his magical walk, flying at lightning speed.

The little girl screamed in fear.

She has ridden in carriages, cars, and airplanes, but none of them were as fast as this.

She was confused.

She struggled.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You can scream, no one will hear you even if your throat is broken."

He has opened up the absolute realm.

The little girl saw a man not far away who was walking his dog with his back to them.

She shouted: "Help..."

The man turned a deaf ear, really couldn't hear it.

Then in the blink of an eye that person was left behind.

The little girl was desperate.

There was a wall in front of them, and they were about to hit it.

The little girl's tongue trembled in fear.

At this speed, is he probably going to be killed on the spot?

However, Zhao Chuanxin led her to jump and actually jumped over the second-floor apartment.

The little girl stopped screaming and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a dull expression in shock.

Is he a human or a ghost?

After a moment, I heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "We're here."

"Ah..." The little girl was shocked to find that they were no longer on the crew. "Is this Li Shan?"

She saw the "HOLLYWOOD" wooden billboard next to her.

There was a Ku's eagle circling in the sky, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his head to the sky and let out a cry that sounded like an eagle's call.

The Cu's eagle lowered its head suddenly and swooped down quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his arm, and Ku's Eagle stood on his arm.

Its feathers are a bit golden in color, like copper, and are very beautiful.

It looked left and right, getting close to Zhao Chuanxin, but was wary of the little girl.

All this subverted the little girl's cognition.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his arm, and the Ku's Eagle ascended to the sky again.

"How about it? When something more exciting happens, will filming still make you nervous?" Zhao Chuanxin asked the little girl cheerfully.

The little girl is no longer shy or afraid.

She blinked: "Aren't you worried that I will tell others your secret?"

Zhao Chuan was confident: "Just tell me, I smell alcohol. Considering your personality and drinking habits, no one will believe you if you tell me."

The little girl's expression became tangled and painful again.

Zhao Chuanxin flew to the top of the billboard.

It's very empty here.

He pulled out his revolver and threw a steel basin into the air.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The steel basin was knocked up and down in the air, and finally landed at the little girl's feet.

The little girl saw four bullet marks on the steel basin.

The male protagonist in her movie is a sharpshooter.

But that's false.

This person in front of me is real.

This kind of shooting and reloading speed is probably not enough for all the sharpshooters in the movie combined to kill him alone.

"You, how did you do it?"

"Only if you are familiar with it." Zhao Chuanxin reloaded the ammunition and handed the revolver to her: "You also come to try the equalizer. How about we find someone and try to shoot that person."

"Me? I can't. I've never fired a gun, and I can't shoot at people. People will die."

"Look over there, there are some pigeons flying over. You shoot at the pigeons."

Hollywood is overrun with pigeons.

"No, no..." the little girl said in horror, "it will die."

Pigeons are stupid.

They are not very afraid of people. Their goal in life is to go to the human trash can every day to eat something, not necessarily French fries.

They are rats of the air.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but put the revolver into the little girl's hand, and then controlled her hand to fire.

The little girl felt that Zhao Chuanxin's big hands were warm, dry, and very strong, without shaking at all.

Bang.

A pigeon was shot down and blood splattered on the spot.

"Ah..." The little girl was confused: "I, I, I killed it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Very good, come again."

Bang.

Another pigeon trying to escape was shot down.

The rest dispersed in a rush.

The little girl's body began to tremble: "Why are you doing this to me? I didn't provoke you."

She was terribly frightened.

Not everyone can kill.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned the muzzle of her gun and shot herself in the chest.

This time, the little girl desperately turned the gun: "Are you crazy?"

Bang.

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his hand, the little girl's body was like chaff, and the revolver fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin covered his chest and stared at her: "Well, you killed me, you are so cruel..."

Then he collapsed to the ground.

The little girl rushed over with tears in her eyes, knelt down next to Zhao Chuanxin, and tremblingly checked Zhao Chuanxin's chest, but couldn't find a wound even after touching around.

She looked up and saw Zhao Chuanxin holding the back of his head with both hands and looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

She was stunned: "You're not dead?"

"Are you still nervous?"

"I..." The little girl's mood fluctuated greatly, and she was really desensitized.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and dusted off the dust: "The marksmanship is also a method, and the ballistics is also a way. Overcome the nervousness and start from the beginning as an equal weapon for all living beings. This gun is given to you."

The little girl was stunned for a few seconds: "Sir, why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that my daughter will probably steal your role." Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to pave the way for Zhao Nianzhen and prevent her from making too many enemies. "This is compensation for you."

The little girl lowered her head and said, "Your daughter is a better actress than me..."

Lao Zhao is too young to have a daughter as old as Zhao Nianzhen.

"Sir, my name is Gail Russell. Please stop doing those dangerous actions. It really scared me."

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, but took out a drawing board: "Gail, tell me, what does the person you hate the most look like?"

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

"Draw it, and then you shoot him. When you feel like you can control someone's life or death, you will be more courageous."

"But……"

"No buts, just tell me."

Zhao Chuanxin's tone left no room for doubt.

Gail Russell had no choice but to describe it. Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses and started writing like flying skills.

He asked Xin Xingyue to compose the picture first and then write the pen himself, which would speed up the process.

Gail Russell was shocked: "How can you draw so fast?"

Her hobby since childhood was to be a painter, not an actress.

But her parents saw how beautiful she was and decided to let her act in order to support the family.

Her family is very poor.

She is introverted and social-phobic, and being a painter does not require her to communicate with others.

Filming was painful for her.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin could paint and his painting skills were amazing, she really became interested this time and also dispelled her nervousness.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Continue describing."

The two of them talked about each painting and soon drew a portrait.

"Ah, it's so similar." Gail Russell exclaimed: "I almost thought you had seen him."

"Haha, no matter who he is, you can shoot him now."

Zhao Chuanxin held her hand from behind and aimed at the hanging portrait.

Bang.

Right between the eyebrows.

Bang.

Or between the eyebrows.

After emptying the bullets, Zhao Chuanxin let go: "How are you? Are you more confident?"

"I can't tell."

"Are you nervous and drink too much?"

In addition to paving the way for Zhao Nianzhen, when Zhao Chuanxin saw Gail Russell, he remembered what his children looked like when they were young.

Somehow, I just wanted to help this little girl.

Gail Russell thought for a while: "I drink. I don't feel nervous when I'm drunk, so I can barely film. I know that drinking is not good, but I can't help it..."

The ethereal and social fear in this little girl gave Zhao Chuanxin a childish feeling.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch: "Okay, we should go back."

Gail Russell turned his head and was so close to Zhao Chuanxin that they could hear each other's breathing.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the absolute realm, moved magically, and transformed.

Gail Russell was once again shocked as she watched the scenery on both sides jump. It was faster than the car, faster than the horse. It was so fast that she was frightened and afraid of hitting the wall.

Zhao Chuanxin said in her ear: "We're here."

He let go of her and took two steps back.

Because Zhao Nianzhen and others came out.

Everyone felt strange when they saw Zhao Chuanxin's expressionless face and Gail Russell's dull expression.

John Wayne's face was wary, his brows furrowed.

Zhao Chuanxin seemed as if nothing had happened, and asked cheerfully: "How's it going?"

Zhao Nianzhen ran over and held his arm: "Dad, the director said I am an acting genius."

"So, it's a done deal?"

"That's not true." Zhao Nianzhen smoothed his hair: "The director told me to wait for the letter, and he will ask for a replacement for the heroine."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gail Russell.

Gail Russell did not respond, her eyes blank.

This made Zhao Nianzhen feel strange.

If your things are taken away, why don't you get angry?

Could this girl be a fool?

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Then let's go."

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They said goodbye to the director and left.

When he walked fifteen meters away, Gail Russell suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, did I just have a dream?"

Just like telling the public about the existence of aliens will subvert many people's views. Some people may have extreme emotions because of this. Some people feel that life is meaningless and do not want to continue to be a bully...

Gail Russell shared similar sentiments.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand without looking back: "Yes, it's a dream."

But John Wayne asked: "Gale, what did that man do to you just now? Were you bullied by him? That man is vicious and not a good person at first glance..."

"John, don't say that about that gentleman. He's very nice. He helped me a lot, really."

Gail Russell is really not that scared anymore.

"Come on, let me tell you about the play. Don't let the new woman steal your role."

"It's okay, it's okay. She deserves this drama, but I also gained something. I have something to do with the director, so I'm sorry..."

John Wayne's frown deepened.

The little girl Gail Russell fascinated him.

John Wayne was married and crossed paths with Gail Russell while filming this movie.

The little girl was shy and timid, and everyone was dissatisfied with her, but John Wayne was patient with her.

There had been some scandals at this time, but he didn't care.

He continued to approach Gail Russell as if nothing had happened.

Until today, Zhao Chuanxin appeared, giving him a sense of crisis.

That Asian guy must not be a good guy, he is a bad guy who only deceives little girls.

That must be it.

But Gail Russell went to the director to ask for the contact information of Zhao Chuanxin and his team.

…

Back at the hotel, Da Congming hesitated and said again and again: "Mr. Zhao, I have a suggestion for you."

Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Nianzhen stopped: "But it doesn't matter."

"Mr. Zhao, in Hollywood, you can get twice the result with half the effort for many things. Why don't you let me be Miss Zhao's agent?"

"How smart, you are indeed very smart." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Nianzhen, what do you think?"

"Okay, Dad, he is quite smart."

"Okay, leave your contact information and the director will notify you when there is news."

The wise man was overjoyed.

Back at the hotel, the man at the front desk was still there from the morning, and he greeted the two of them in a friendly manner as usual.

Zhao Chuanxin puffed out smoke from his nostrils and snorted in response.

When a person has low self-esteem, he will be angry when he is discriminated against. If there is too much discrimination, if someone suddenly appears who is friendly to him, he will be grateful and feel that he is a relative or a good friend.

The thing is, being nice to him is a given, he deserves it because he paid for the service.

Many people do not understand this, but are good at looking for ancestors and living fathers on issues such as stance.

Zhao Chuanxin does not have this problem.

When others call him God Emperor, whether he responds or not depends on his mood.

He took Zhao Nianzhen to the restaurant to eat. After eating, he sent her back to the room and said, "I'll be right back."

Zhao Nianzhen rolled his eyes: "Oh."

He knew what Zhao Chuanxin was going to do.

The next day, the director didn't reply.

Zhao Nianzhen noticed that the female receptionist did not come back, and was replaced by a male receptionist with a tired face. He was listless and had heavy dark circles under his eyes. This was caused by staying up late because no one was available to cover the shift for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin acted like a normal person and said nothing, but Zhao Nianzhen knew that something must have happened behind the scenes.

The next night, Zhao Nianzhen didn't receive a call from the director. Instead, a woman called and said timidly: "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Nianzhen looked strange: "Wait a minute."

Then she patted the wall: "Dad, someone is looking for you."

Her dad lives in the next room.

Zhao Chuanxin came over wearing cotton pajamas and answered the phone: "Who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, it's me, Gail Russell."

"Oh, Gale, what's wrong with you? Is the director dead, or is the protagonist's leg broken?"

"Ah? It's not neither." Gail Russell couldn't laugh or cry: "I, I'm actually fine, I..."

She hesitated.

Without him, when she didn't drink, she felt depressed and her mind was filled with the scenes of that day.

She still wanted to see Zhao Chuanxin for some reason.

It seemed like alcohol addiction turned into another addiction.

"What do you want to say?"

"Are you free tomorrow?"

Zhao Chuanxin held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and said, "Let's talk tomorrow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Seeing Zhao Nianzhen's expression was strange: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Nianzhen frowned: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and raised his hands.

Zhao Nianzhen looked disdainful.

Zhao Chuanxin grunted and went out.

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin yelled: "After you finish eating, remember to flush the toilet. Is your puppet arm only used for eating?"

Ganfan was unconvinced: "Woof woof woof..."

"I'll kill you!"

…

On the third day, the director called first and told Zhao Nianzhen: "It's agreed from above. Please come and let everyone see your acting skills."

Zhao Nianzhen was jumping around in the room.

Immediately, Gail Russell also called: "I'm looking for Mr. Zhao."

"You just call Mr. Zhao next door."

After saying that, Zhao Nianzhen hung up the phone and called Da Congming instead.

A group of four people came to the set again.

Da Congming took Zhao Nianzhen inside to talk, while Zhao Chuanxin waited for Gail Russell outside.

Gail Russell saw Zhao Chuanxin and said happily: "Hello, sir."

"What's the matter, you want me to take you out to play again?"

Gail Russell hesitated: "I want to treat Mr. Zhao to dinner."

"Oh, being an actor makes a lot of money, right?"

"No, my weekly salary is 50 dollars."

Zhao Chuanxin thought, only a little over 200 a month?

Being a star may not make as much as he earns by working as a blacksmith at home, which is really pitiful.

"Sir, what are you thinking about?" Gail Russell asked.

"I'm thinking, I should also find a position in the crew."

Gail Russell came closer and said mysteriously: "I heard that the higher-ups want to remove me and make me a supporting role in the play, adding a role. It would be great if you could join the crew, we will go to Arizona to shoot."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

Gail Russell asked cautiously again: "So, have you agreed to have dinner with me?"

"Okay."

Gail Russell twisted his hands: "Sir, can you teach me to draw?"

"Didn't drawing require hands?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin discussed art with Gail Russell outside for a while.

Gail Russell was impressed by Zhao Chuanxin's profound knowledge.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said: "Wait a minute, they are almost done talking, I'll go in for a while."

Zhao Chuanxin walked in directly.

"Who are you?"

Da Congming quickly introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "He is Zhao Nianzhen's father."

"Chinese?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that and immediately pulled a chair to sit down: "I want to apply for the prop master of your crew."

The director frowned: "Nonsense."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs: "What do you want? I will make it for you on the spot. I can draw the design of the protagonist you want."

John Wayne looked at Zhao Chuanxin with disdain: "Do you have relevant experience?"

He is also the producer of this movie.

Zhao Chuanxin said casually: "Just treat it as if you have it."

He has made many movies.

John Wayne sneered: "That means there is nothing?"

"I said, what do you want, speak up."

"Can you make clothes?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook out a shirt, belt, pants and boots from his bag: "I saw your clothes, they are as ugly as shit, try mine."

John Wayne was furious: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Take two steps, put them on and walk two steps."

The director raised his eyebrows: "John, then try it on."

John Wayne reluctantly went into the inner room.

Director Edward Grant asked Zhao Chuanxin as if he was watching a joke: "Besides clothes, what else can you do?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it: "Hiss, hush... I can even make guns. As long as you want, there is nothing I can't do. Even designing gun battles for you can do it."

The director curled his lips: "So you can do everything?"

"Yes, if you give me the position of director, I can show you my skills."

The director's face turned black.

Zhao Nianzhen frequently winked at Lao Zhao.

Good fellow, you messed up my heroine again.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and took out a belt and holster from his bag, which contained a Colt: "Go to the yard and give it a try?"

"Since you are not afraid of making a fool of yourself..." The director stood up: "Then we are even less worried."

Zhao Chuanxin erected a target in front of him and stood about 15 meters away.

He adjusted his cowboy hat, his hands drooped naturally, as if the enemy in front of him was strong enough to make him concentrate and be alert, and suddenly pulled out a gun.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Each bullet hit the same part of the target.

The revolver turned 720 degrees in his hand and quickly put it back into the holster.

Then he turned on the horse gracefully, as if he was ready to leave and hide his achievements and fame.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Gail Russell's eyes were full of stars.