Liu Qingshan sighed. He knew that this person had obviously made up his mind, and the fact that he had hidden his illness from his family before showed that it was not that he did not want to receive treatment, but that he was unwilling to give up his career as an actor.
Being able to stick to your job in the face of a disease that cannot really be cured is actually not just a matter of attitude, but comes from spiritual persistence.
No one can truly face death, and the same goes for Ken Takakura, who has a hard-core image. The reason why he did this was simply that he did not want his career to be ended prematurely.
So he said: "Mr. Gao Cang, let me see it this way. You must first find a hospital with good conditions to stay in. Don't worry, it won't take too long. After you have taken the medicine to sort out the body's functions for more than a month, I will Only then do you dare to use medical skills on a body of your age! And it’s best to have your family by your side to have a comprehensive physical examination. My suggestion is never to accept any hospital treatment, even if it’s just some nutrient solution! Promise Only after meeting these conditions of mine will I decide to take action!”
Yasuo Fanghata asked cautiously: "Did you personally prepare the medicine he needs to take?"
"Yes, and it is specially prepared according to Mr. Gao Cang's physical condition. But please don't worry, it does not contain any chemical ingredients, nor does it have any toxicity of traditional Chinese medicine. Instead, it is composed of a pure natural essence of heaven and earth. There is not even a lot of it in it. God added!”
"Is there such a thing in the world?"
"Thousand-year-old stalactite marrow, I don't know who has heard of it, but it is not a secret in our ancient martial arts world. It has just disappeared in the past few hundred years. Fortunately, I still have a little bit in my hand!"
He changed ten thousand years to one thousand years just to deceive some insiders. There is a huge difference between the stalactite marrow of the two years, and they are two completely different concepts.
In fact, he didn't really have a thousand-year-old one in his hand. What he got from the small island in Han Kingdom was only a few hundred-year-old ones.
There is no such thing as stalactite marrow of this age in the world. Some pharmacies or forces with ancient inheritance should have some of them stored, otherwise the rumors about it would have disappeared long ago.
One of the reasons why he mentioned this kind of thing is to let the patient know how expensive he has paid, even for Takakura Ken, an idol, and he is still a native of a small island.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Takakura Ken's expression changed: "Thousand-year-old stalactite marrow? I seem to have heard of it, but the specific year is wrong, but it is already extremely expensive. Thousand-year-old ones will definitely be even more expensive! Mr. Liu, the most intense I can bear the pain. Should I skip this procedure? Thousands of years of stalactite marrow is hard to come by. It is the right way for you to use it for cultivation in the future!"
Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about this matter. Moreover, something that has a price but no market is not that expensive. Besides, it is necessary for my medical treatment. For such a serious illness like yours, you can only rely on it." It is unrealistic to reduce my Qi strength layer by layer. After all, we are removing it from the Qi, blood and flesh. Without the prior warming and nourishment of natural energy, even if the lesions disappear, a lot of damage to the body will be left!"
"Anyway, the price you paid for me is a bit high. I don't know how to repay you appropriately!"
"You don't have to repay me, you have always been my idol! Well, when the release date of this film is scheduled, Mr. Takakura can help me promote it in the small island country!"
Seeing that Takakura Ken was still insisting, Chen Long quickly helped him: "That's good. This guy now relies on his medical skills and has good relationships with many wealthy people and wealthy families in Europe and the United States. The fee for an announcement is several million dollars." He is starting out and is not short of money. It is enough for Mr. Takakura to support him in the promotion of his new film, and he can also use this to accumulate connections in your country, which I think is great!"
Ge You also helped deliver the message: "First of all, he is a man of rivers and lakes. The environment he lives in emphasizes mutual support and gratification. He prefers the kind of bold and energetic spirit of drinking from a big bowl and talking and laughing loudly!"
Liu Qingshan obviously agreed with this statement: "Mr. Gao Cang, your disease cannot be completely eradicated by modern medicine, but to me it is an extremely small matter. This is not because I am unusual. It can only mean that some of my skills just make up for some shortcomings in art! I have only one request for you, and that is to try not to spread my advantages. After all, a person's energy and time are extremely limited. of!"
"Okay!" Ken Takakura didn't have a bad character. He slapped the table and expressed his attitude: "I have recorded Mr. Liu's friendship. When the serious problem on my mind is resolved, we can exchange cups for another!"
Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "We will all go over to celebrate your 100th birthday. Let's drink at that time. But your age is only suitable for drinking some red wine. What you have to consider is whether you want to wait. After you get well, find a wife to take care of yourself!"
This sentence can be said to have reached Nakai Kiichi's heart. He first clapped his hands in response, but unfortunately, Takakura Ken looked at him and stopped!
The afternoon shooting was full of laughter, mainly because as the scenes gradually progressed, the humorous side of the lines gradually emerged.
After the previous confrontation, Huang Silang certainly knew that the county magistrate was a thorn in his side, especially after the death of Liu Zi, "whose money do you want to make" was more nonsense than "who has money".
The point is, Huang Silang understands that whether the county magistrate wants his money or his life, it's not that easy.
He secretly called the county magistrate and said, "I know you have resentment in your heart, but you still have to talk about business."
Huang Silang successfully reached the conclusion he wanted: although the county magistrate was angry with him, he still wanted to make money and there was value in using it.
So he grabbed the microphone and came on stage. He pointed out that the two major families were very rich.
He said this while waiting for Zhang Mazi and Master to answer. It stands to reason that the county magistrate should make a statement at this time: Then we will provide the power and you will provide the bait, and we will make a profit.
But at this time, Master Renjing took over this economic issue that included the issue of taking sides. At this time, whoever puts forward a specific plan first loses the subtle initiative, because the specific way of making money will reveal his own bottom line and flaw. The so-called asking for high prices and paying the money on the spot still falls on paying the money on the spot.
Master is a master of flattery. Do you really not recognize the dollar? no.
He didn't want to mention it, so he used this to divert the topic. He also offered Huang Silang a hand and asked, "How about a drink?" He ignored Huang Silang's remarks.
Mabond stood up and helped pour the wine: Yes, yes.
Zhang Mazi: I drink it myself.
Mabond: I think that if you drink wine one sip and walk step by step, the steps will be bigger, and it will be easy to lose your temper. We should first clearly separate the dollars, and then talk about joining the legs.
Zhang Mazi: You still talk about dollars, right? Don't want to talk about picking up legs? Then you two, let’s talk.
Huang Silang: Master, it’s up to you. Let’s talk about dollars first. If you get the Dollar, as usual, it will be 30 to 70 cents.
Zhang Mazi: You are too dishonest. Mr. Huang has been busy working on this matter, so you will give him 30%? It has to be divided in half no matter what.
Mabond: Then I... Then I was wrong?
Zhang Mazi: What a mistake!
Huang Silang: Master.
Mabond: Hey!
Huang Silang: We still listen to the county magistrate, half and half.
Mabond: Hey, okay!
Huang Silang: If you really have the courage to suppress the bandits, the dollar of the two major families will be worth a hair.
Zhang Mazi: A hair!
Mabond: Where is one!
Huang Silang: You have the courage. What about your ability? Why should I believe that you can kill Zhang Mazi?
Zhang Mazi: Mr. Huang, Brother Rong wants to ask you a question.
Huang Shiro: Please!
Zhang Mazi: Zhang Mazi can rob your goods, why can't he enter your home?
Huang Silang: This watchtower of mine is as solid as gold. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. He can't get in!
Zhang Mazi: Then why do you really believe that only Master and I entered your watchtower?
As soon as he finished speaking, a whistle came from outside, which made his expression change.
These were the men Zhang Mazi had arranged in advance, and the brothers had sneaked into Huang Silang's watchtower-like manor.
Zhang Mazi: Did you hear that?
Huang Shiro: I heard it!
Zhang Mazi: Where Zhang Mazi cannot enter, I can enter. When Zhang Mazi doesn't want to die, I can make him die!
There was another whistle.
At this time, Huang Silang still didn't know that Zhang Mazi, who was in the mouth of the three people, was now sitting in front of him openly.
Huang Silang: County Magistrate Ma, I have seen for a long time that you are not someone to take for granted.
Zhang Mazi: I don’t dare to take it seriously.
Huang Silang: However, those who have the courage to suppress bandits will escape death.
Zhang Mazi: Oh? How can you see it?
Huang Silang: Zhang Mazi is an extraordinary person. Twenty years ago, we met once.
Zhang Mazi: Is there such a fate? So, where does it come from?
Huang Silang: The lights were dim, he suddenly looked back, but I was hidden in the shadow of the lights.
Mabond: One is in the light and the other is in the dark.
Huang Shilang: Hush, Quiet, quiet (quiet, quiet).
Zhang Mazi: Then at that time...
Huang Silang: It’s exactly at this moment.
Zhang Mazi: How can they be so similar?
Huang Silang: Like! Very similar! But you lack one thing than him.
Zhang Mazi: Isn’t it the pockmark on the face?
Huang Shiro: Of course not.
Zhang Mazi: So what is it?
Huang Shiro: You won’t pretend to be confused.
This conversation is full of weirdness and suspicion, and it is a moment of sharp confrontation between the two sides.
The county magistrate didn't know if Huang Silang had seen through their identities and didn't dare to act rashly.
Huang Silang used this dangerous piece of fat to observe the opponent's attitude.
The tension of the situation reached a new level.
Accompanied by the occasional condensation, there is no sound. At this time, silence is better than sound.
This blockage was finally broken by the sound of a knife piercing human flesh, screams and blood, causing the covering curtain to be slightly raised by the spray of blood at the same time.
There are three people behind the curtain, and the timing of death or fake death is exquisite. This is because the first person is really dead, and the screams break through the stasis, allowing the plot to continue to flow.
At this time, the curtain was only pulled once, and there was still blood splattered on the nearest Huang Shilang's table. He even dipped it in and twisted it.
Don't underestimate this seemingly inadvertent little action, combined with the twinkling of his eyes, it almost completely brings out the heroic temperament.
