Chapter 207 Ventriloquism

"Are you..." Jackie Chan narrowed his eyes and looked at Ren Yi and asked subconsciously.

"It's you!" Compared to Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu's movements seemed more exaggerated.

I saw Xiaoyu, who was quietly eating candy and watching the show, standing up straight as if a mouse had spotted a cat, staring at Ren Yi with wide eyes.

"Stuck!" At this time, there was a shout from the direction of several forks nearby.

"Who are you guys? What are you doing here!" A middle-aged man with a big belly came out with a script in his hand and cursed.

"Huh?" Jackie Chan, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, looked at the sudden appearance of the crowd with a blank look on his face.

At this time, the armored man standing in front of Jackie Chan suddenly began to shake violently, and then his limbs became separated and turned into dense parts scattered on the ground. At the same time, an elevator was lowered from the roof above, and several people in uniforms held silk threads in their hands. The man walked down.

"What the hell is going on?" Jackie Chan was completely confused.

"I said, you guys!" However, the director seemed not to give Jackie Chan too much buffer time and shouted again.

"Do you know how much film it costs to shoot such a small scene? How much money will you lose if you do this?"

At this time, Jackie Chan was comforting Xiaoyu who was shaking all over. After hearing the director's words, he stood up at a loss.

On the side, Ren Yi glanced at Xiaoyu and smiled secretly: Hasn't this little girl forgotten what happened at that time...

"Wait a minute, wait a minute... Director, let me handle it." At this moment, a young man with black skin and a white suit stood in front of Jackie Chan with a smile.

"Larry? What? You should know our losses best." The director asked doubtfully.

Then Larry whispered a few words into the director's ear. After hearing this, the director nodded slightly and prepared to leave.

"In that case, I won't embarrass him anymore, I'll leave it to you." The director said as he was about to leave, but inadvertently looked at Ren Yi who was standing quietly aside.

"Ah you are……"

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Seeing Ren Yi leaving talking and laughing with the director, Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu became even more puzzled and looked at the man in front of them.

"Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Larry." Larry said and handed Jackie Chan a business card.

"I saw the stunt you just performed. I wonder how you did it?" Larry asked curiously.

"Method? Stunt? That's just kung fu. Uncle Long can use it whenever he wants. There is no method at all." Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and said. Ren Yi's departure made her feel a lot more relaxed.

When Larry heard this, the smile on his face slowly began to solidify...

the other side.

"Boss... ah, no, it's the Holy Lord. Are you really sure that the gate of hell is here?" Ah Fen asked boringly as he pondered the treasure box in his hand.

"It must be here, hurry up and find it!" The Holy Master heard A Fen's words and thought that the authority of his words had been questioned. He became angry and ordered loudly.

Ah Fen didn't dare to reply to this, so he had to pretend to be respectful and groped around the room with other black gang members.

Just when Ah Fen walked to a spittoon in the corner with the treasure box in hand, the treasure box suddenly began to burst into bright light. With a beam of light emitted from the top, a twisted door to hell appeared from above the spittoon.

"I am free!"

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At the same time, in the living room not far from the film studio, Ren Yi was lying comfortably on the sofa talking to the director.

"Director Ren, thanks to your sponsorship of the underground parking lot, we have enough parking spaces in Hollywood to ensure a stable flow of people. I really don't know how to thank you..." Next to the director, a senior The thin middle-aged man said gratefully.

"Hey~ So, since we have reached a cooperative relationship, it is a person on the ship who should help you, but..." Just when Ren Yi wanted to mention the conditions...

A soft flute sound came from the next room.

"This sound..." Ren Yi closed his eyes and listened carefully, muttering in his mouth.

"Director Ren, to be honest, the ventriloquist training room of our film studio is next door. If you are interested..." The director's eyes lit up and he said quickly.

"Bloody skills?" Ren Yi was a little confused.

"Yes, Ren Dong, it's ventriloquism. It came from China and is quite popular." The man next to the director continued.

"Of course I know, ventriloquism is very good, isn't there an old saying..." Ren Yi said, stood up and walked to the window.

"There is a good ventriloquist in the capital... From now on, the king will not come to court early..."