Peng Yichen, who was at the heart of the storm, didn't know that all Xiangjiang had their eyes on him and his crew.

At this time, there were already twenty or thirty thugs lying down beside him, and the steel pipes in their hands were gently bent by him.

He didn't know how many times he had knocked down Fat Biao's men.

There are already a few stick marks left on his body, after all, he is only a national art master, not a fairy and demon.

With so many people besieging him, he couldn't kill or cripple them, and after a long time, he would lose if he defended it for a long time, and he was still beaten twice by two thugs.

One of the sticks hit him in the back, and it was nothing.

The other stick hit him right on the shoulder blade, and the bone was fine, but the skin was broken, and some blood flowed from the sleeve of his arm, and he couldn't care about it.

Most of the brothers behind him were wearing colors, but everyone tried their best to protect the shooting equipment.

Fat Biao gasped, and there were red stick prints on his face and hands, which were the souvenirs left to him by Peng Yichen.

After a long time, Fat Biao shouted in a hoarse voice: "They can't do it anymore, they all give it to Lao Tzu and destroy all their shooting equipment and props." ”

Fat Biao didn't dare to rush up at this time, looking at Peng Yichen's powerless appearance, this feeling was too wonderful.

"Damn, are the policemen in Xiangjiang all eating dry food, there are still dozens of people on the other side who can fight, but few of the crew members can stand up. Could it be that this movie is going to be ruined at the hands of these gangsters?"

Peng Yichen looked at the gangsters who were surging like a tide, gritted his teeth, took a half step forward, and clenched the bent steel pipe with both hands, dancing like an exploding kaleidoscope, spinning dazzling stick flowers.

Just when everyone in the crew was preparing for the last fight, suddenly there was an earth-shattering shout from outside the crew: "Zhou Jianhao is here, whoever dares to move, I will break his legs." ”

The sound bypassed the crowd and hit the eardrums of everyone present, and the whole street seemed to be shaken.

Fat Biao and his men stopped, and they turned their heads in surprise with expressions on their faces.

I saw Zhou Jianhao, who was dressed in a red Tang suit, slowly walking into the field surrounded by several little brothers holding red sticks.

There were a few fat little brothers who didn't have long eyes and wanted to stop them, but they were directly knocked to the ground by a red stick next to Zhou Jianhao.

"Hold your mother, Zhou Jianhao, don't deceive people too much! This is the matter of our family treasure and Dongxing, why do you interfere. Fat Biao scolded like crazy.

At this moment, there were suddenly countless people pouring in outside the crew, and these people were all behind-the-scenes staff of various crews in Xiangjiang.

They took all kinds of sticks and shouted the slogan "Rescue Boss Peng, kill Jiabao dog!", and rushed over.

Fat Biao looked from afar, and there was a crowd of people at the end of the street, as if all the crew and staff of Xiangjiang had run here.

He didn't dare to roar anymore, and cold sweat broke out layer by layer.

Peng Yichen suddenly stepped forward and said, "Slow!"

He stopped the angry people, or they beat Fat Biao.

"Peng Sheng, what are you?" Zhou Jianhao was puzzled.

Peng Yichen threw the steel pipe in his hand on the ground and said with a smile: "Thank you Brother Zhou for your help." ”

Then he faced all the behind-the-scenes workers in Xiangjiang and clenched his fists: "How can I be virtuous, there are many people who come to help." In the future, if you have any requests, I will definitely help you. I don't know why you're here today. Please tell me about it. ”

Although his Cantonese is average, these people can also understand it.

A behind-the-scenes worker who stood at the front was bold, and he replied loudly: "We all heard that Boss Peng, you were besieged, and it was because you raised the salary of those of us at the bottom of the crew." Although we do not work under you, we are also favored by you, and the salary is slowly rising. That's why I'm here to help today. ”

When Peng Yichen heard this, he couldn't help but be moved, and stood on the big box of props on the side. He shouted, "Thank you very much for your help. In the past two days, I have contacted Brother Fang Long, and he will preside over the establishment of the Xiangjiang Film Workers Association in the future, and I hope that everyone will actively participate in it, protect everyone's interests, and contribute to the development of Xiangjiang and even the entire Chinese film. ”

All the behind-the-scenes workers listened to Peng Yichen's words and agreed with a bang.

Peng Yichen waited for everyone to calm down before shouting again: "There are too many people gathered here today, please see my face and disperse as soon as possible." If I cause a stampede and hurt someone, I will die. ”

Everyone saw that the people who were fat Biao had been controlled by Zhou Jianhao's people, and the sirens were loud in the distance, thinking that Peng Yichen would not be in danger when they came.

It slowly dispersed.

But none of these people returned to the crew, but instead went to the tea restaurant together in groups of three or five to discuss joining the "Xiangjiang Filmmakers Association" together.

When a group of police officers from the Kowloon Police Station arrived in a hurry.

Zhou Jianhao's people have already controlled all the people in the fat biao group.

He also angrily put the matter of this conflict on himself, and did not let these people who sent people to lead the crew back for questioning.

Peng Yichen walked over and gave him a fist salute, "Don't thank you for your kindness." ”

Zhou Jianhao waved his hand and said with a smile: "This is just a trivial matter. When Peng Sheng is not busy, we will drink tea together. I'm still very interested in mainland film and television. ”

Peng Yichen listened to his words, and immediately knew the reason why Zhou Jianhao helped him to break the siege, nodded and stopped talking.

After Zhou Jianhao's people took the fat biao people and followed the police. Peng Yichen hurriedly arranged for a few uninjured field workers to go out to stop the reporters who wanted to rush in for an interview.

It was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the injury on his shoulder, he immediately went to check on the situation of the crew.

The others were fine, but with a few skin injuries.

But there was a field worker in Xiangjiang, in order to protect the machine used by the crew for filming, he blocked a gangster's stick with his arm and was broken by the other party.

This field worker's surname is Zheng, and he has been working in the film industry for more than ten years. Everyone called him Lao Zheng, and he couldn't even remember his name.

Peng Yichen remembers that when he gave the staff of Xiangjiang a salary increase for the first time, he was the first to thank him.

is this ordinary field worker who likes to giggle and laugh in the crew on weekdays, but now he is willing to protect the crew desperately.

Peng Yichen's eyes are red, and those who really love movies and are willing to pay for movies are precisely these filmmakers at the bottom of the film industry.

They are the mainstay of the industry.

This also strengthened his determination to help low-level filmmakers in China and gradually improve their living and working environment.

Arrange for someone to immediately send Lao Zheng to the hospital for treatment.

Peng Yichen turned around and planned to thank Zhou Jianhao, but he didn't want to be dark in front of him, and he almost fell to the ground.

But it was that he had been fighting for too long just now, and his body had completely lost his strength.

Zhang Zheng, who was following him, hurriedly supported him and asked him to be carried to the hospital for a physical examination.

Peng Yichen didn't want to go to the hospital, after all, the skin injury on his shoulder was not in the way, and his body was just out of strength.

didn't expect that as soon as he was carried down by the crew, he fell asleep and fell unconscious.

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