Without caring about the surprise of everyone in front of him and behind him, Zhao Yongqi said frankly with a smile: "You should all be very clear that special stunt stand-ins and high-risk stand-ins are very dangerous professions. Not to mention the whole country, even in a small place in Hengdian, there are practitioners who fall and fall every year. Although every crew will not want accidents, whether they feel sorry for the money they have to compensate, or they do not want to see someone get injured, I believe that as long as they are an investor or the crew manager, they will not like this. However, it still happens every year, because accidents are inevitable accidents after all."

After walking two steps back and forth, like organizing words, Zhao Yongqi paused for a few seconds and continued: "In other words, even if I, Zhao Yongqi, are here today, patting my chest and saying to you, such as: You are absolutely safe in my crew. Such nonsense actually has no meaning, it is just giving you a worthless blank check."

With his eyes glancing at the nine people in front of him, Zhao Yongqi's voice sank and said with a serious face: "And in my crew, the characters I play have many high-risk and difficult actions, which means that the dangers of your work are increasing exponentially. In this case, I cannot guarantee your safety. Since I can't guarantee your safety at all, it depends on you doing this dangerous work. That is, let me, a guy who is selfish and spends money to buy your lives, can find some psychological comfort yourself."

"Some of you said that doing this job is for ideals, and you can leave now. Because I can't give you the ideals you want to see. You have some, some say, for interest. I sincerely suggest you to find a safe interest. Finally, three of you said it is for money, please stay. From today on, I will sell your lives to me. I guarantee with my personality that if there is really an accident, at least I will be a lot of money you want to get, and I will even double it. Because this is the only thing I can do." Looking back and forth at everyone's eyes, after saying these words, Zhao Yongqi turned around and turned away, and even did not even greet the relatives and friends behind him.

The group of people looking at each other could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Xu Wenwei clapped his hands and said, "The little guy said that he would sign a contract with Xiao Zhou just now. As for the specific work, the assistant director will arrange it for you later. As for the others, I'm sorry, I'll let you go for nothing."

The substitutes had no objection. They had not encountered such choices once or twice, so they naturally had no resentment.

After these substitutes and staff left, Xu Wenwei smiled bitterly at Qian Qiming, shook his head and said softly: "The little guy is so handsome... Forget it, no matter what he is, he will always get used to it in a few days. We can't control others. As long as the little guy can be safer, be a bad guy, just be a bad guy."

"You old guy has been a bad guy all your life, are you still afraid of these?" Qian Qiming blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm thankful for being willing to use the little guy. Let him go and have a quarrel. Isn't there any group of girls?"

While Qian Qiming and Xu Wenwei reached an agreement, Cheng He, Deng Chao, Li Chen, who were holding his shoulders and carrying them, had also reached an agreement with Xiao Baozi, Yang Mu, Meng Zhi and others.

"Let Xiao Qi be depressed, anyway, it's better than when we see him coming to Wiya, we are worried that he will fall down."

Cheng He's words made a group of men and women find a "ventilator" that is at ease in an instant.

So, everyone was in a good mood, but Zhao Yongqi was a little depressed.

All afternoon, seeing that no one came to care about him, and no one mentioned the matter of a substitute, hid in the corner and grabbed the male god with his hair randomly, and muttered, "Hey, this trick of playing the emotional card is useless? I'll go! It must be the bitch He who is doing something bad. When will he kill him? Unfortunately, my dream of flying is far away from me."

I really don’t know if these words were heard, would Zhao Yongqi be dragged out to slice them by these men and women who seemed to be fine on the surface, but were worried that he would be dragged out to slice them all day long.

...

Although the substitute has been found, Zhao Yongqi doesn't know when to use it, and he is not interested in caring about it. Over the years, if the fat and thin headstone had not spoiled him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted, no matter how much he objected, the two great directors could have finished all the dangerous shots that belonged to him without him knowing it. Now, he will not take the initiative to talk about it, which will make him even more depressed.

Four days later, the male god, who was still teasing Zhou Gong’s daughter in bed, was woken up by the sound of the sounds in the room and the soft conversations that sounded from time to time.

When he rubbed his eyes and looked up, the confused male god found that five little women, Xiao Baozi, Yang Mu, Meng Ji, Park Soo Ji and Liu Fei, were running around in his room, not knowing what to do.

"Suji, what are you doing?" Zhao Yongqi raised his head and looked at Park Sooji who had taken something from the closet and walked out. He spoke and called the caring assistant vaguely.

"Oba, you're awake!" Park Soo-ji stopped in a good mood, walked to the locker, picked up the crystal bottle containing drinking water, and according to Zhao Yongqi's habit, poured a glass of water and walked back to him, and said with a smile: "Check out the clothes for Opba. Today, aren't you going to go back to that small village to record the show."

"Oh, yes." Holding the head with a headache, Zhao Yongqi drank the mineral water in one breath, and then he remembered what he was going to do today. Last night, Deng Chao and others forced a banquet to hold a gift in the name of seeing off. As a result, the male god who died in the bargain was naturally felt the punishment after the hangover.

"Oba, you can lie down for a while, you will not leave at noon." Park Soo-ji took the cup handed back by Zhao Yongqi and said with some concern: "I drank so much wine yesterday, but now I'm feeling uncomfortable? I don't look very good. Let's sleep for a while."

This time, Zhao Yongqi did not refuse, nodded and closed his eyes again, no longer caring about the light movements of the little women.

Two hours later, the male god who finally came back to life, dressed up under the service of Xiao Baozi, sat honestly on the sofa, allowing the gentle little woman to comb his hair all over. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!