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No, it didn't take a few minutes for Yang Bufan to find the place where the martial arts members were.

Before he could get close to the place where the martial arts members were, he heard a quarrel in the room, not in Chinese, but in Korean.

"Hey, it seems that it is inevitable..."

As for what it was, Yang Bufan did not continue.

The next moment, he walked to the door of the dining room and knocked on it.

"Buckle button..."

There was a knock on the door.

Then, a Korean phrase came from the room, "Please come in..."

Although Yang Bufan doesn't understand this sentence in Korean, he can guess it. At that moment, he pushed the door open and entered.

Everywhere he looked, he saw several people standing, and the expressions on their faces were impulsive; Several people squatted on the ground, and the expressions on their faces were aggrieved.

Naturally, the people standing were the South Korean delegation, while the people sitting were members of the Chinese martial arts instructors.

"Good morning, everyone..."

Enter the door, and regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, there must always be a minimum of courtesy.

"Teacher Yang, who are they asking you?"

Of course, this sentence in Korean was translated by one of the people in the room.

After he finished translating, he walked up to Yang Bufan and introduced himself, "Teacher Yang, hello, I am Wu Mo, the translator of the crew, Mr. Yang, you can just call me Xiao Wu..."

"Xiao Wu, hello...", this translator is also about the same age as Yang Bufan, so Yang Bufan said. After saying this, Yang Bufan whispered to Wu Mo, "Xiao Wu, don't call me Teacher Yang, you just call me extraordinary..."

"Teacher Yang..."

"Xiao Wu, you..."

And just after the two chatted for a while, a South Korean delegation was not satisfied, and directly shouted, "What are you, do you take us in your eyes, and talk non-stop as soon as you come in..."

Of course, the words of this South Korean representative were only understood by Yang Bufan after Xiao Wu translated.

In this regard, Yang Bufan smiled bitterly and replied, "Hello, I am Yang Bufan, and I am the martial arts instructor of the Chinese representative of the assembly number. ”

This paragraph was communicated to the Korean delegation through the mouth of Xiao Wu.

"Yo, it turned out to be Yang Bufan...", a South Korean representative sneered.

"So you are the Chinese who worried Senior Park..."

"Nonsense, how could Senior Park worry about this stinky Chinese boy..."

"Boy, I haven't asked you what you can do?"

“...”

Regarding the words of the South Korean delegation, Xiao Wu did not know whether to translate them truthfully. But under Yang Bufan's instructions, he finally translated truthfully.

After Yang Bufan knew what a few people said, he smiled bitterly in his heart and thought, "Sure enough, the uncomfortable one still came." ”

"Whew..."

Despite this, Yang Bufan still treats people with courtesy, "Hello, I am the Yang Bufan you said you said." At the moment, we are all staying in the assembly crew, and we will work together in the future..."

Yang Bufan said this because he was saying it, and Xiao Wu was translating at the same time.

No, before Yang Bufan finished speaking, one of the South Korean representatives spoke, "Who wants to work with you, you stinky hairy child, do you know how martial arts instructors are designed?" If you don't know, let's go back and play in the sand as soon as possible..."

Hearing these annoying words, Yang Bufan took a few deep breaths to keep himself calm, and comforted in his heart, "Don't be angry, if you are angry, you will lose..."

He wasn't angry, but what about Benbao?

At this time, Ben Bao had already been blown up by the words of the South Korean delegation, and protested in his mind, "Brother Fanfan, give them a little color to see, let them look down on you like this, hum..."

He didn't respond too much to Benbao's words, but just said, "Benbao, don't be impatient." ”

"Brother Fanfan, this treasure can't get used to hearing what they say..."

"Benbao, don't be rash..."

After saying a few words, Yang Bufan withdrew his thoughts from his mind and glanced at the six South Korean representatives.

"Then I wonder how a few people think of martial arts instructors? Where did you play in the sand at my age? Yang Bufan responded ruthlessly.

"We were then—" said several South Korean delegations, who did not know how to proceed, but just raised their red necks as if they were fighting.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and then a Korean voice came, "Why, the house is very lively..."

Seeing the person coming, I heard Xiao Wu's translation.

That's right, this person is Park Joo-cheon, the action director of the assembly number.

"Director Park, good morning..."

Not to mention anything else, Yang Bufan still took the lead in treating people with courtesy.

"Yo, extraordinary, you're here... Welcome to Director Yang..." Park Joo-tian said exaggeratedly, and the last sentence 'Welcome to Director Yang' was still said in Chinese.

After saying these four words in Chinese, Park Joo-cheon said in Korean, "Extraordinary, my Chinese is not bad..."

To know the meaning through translation, the surface work still needs to be done well. No, Yang Bufan laughed a few times, gave a thumbs up and said, "Director Pu, there is progress..."

I don't know what Yang Bufan is alluding to when this 'progress'. Is it the level of Chinese, or the level of martial arts instruction, or the level of running people, or...

All in all, this 'progress' must be a bad description.

"Extraordinary, I haven't seen you for a while, I heard that you have been very popular in your country recently, it seems that you participated in the martial arts instruction design of a TV series, as if you have created a style, right..."

"Director Park, what you said is too much..."

Although Yang Bufan did not answer directly, Xiao Wu's translation was not like this, but translated like this, "Director Park, Bufan did participate in the action design of a TV series some time ago, and that TV series became a phenomenon as soon as it was broadcast, and it was labeled as extraordinary, and it was called an extraordinary style by netizens..."

When he said this, Xiao Wu seemed to be proud of himself.

"Yo, extraordinary, it turns out that your own martial arts style is named after yourself - extraordinary style, this is good..."

"Xiao Wu, you..."

Not knowing what to say about Xiao Wu, Yang Bufan shook his head, changed the topic, and said, "Director Pu, should we come to run in with the martial arts members below?" Run it in, then we won't be so constrained in the future..."

"It's okay, just according to what Director Yang said..."

"Enhui, Huixi, how about you prepare quickly, cooperate with Director Yang's orders..."

"Yes, Park-senpai..."

Watching this performance, Yang Bufan shrugged his shoulders, turned his head, greeted the Chinese martial arts members of the Chinese representative, and got acquainted with each other.

Familiarize yourself with it, Yang Bufan also calculated, there are twelve martial arts members, six from the Chinese side, six from South Korea, plus him and Park Zhutian, then there are fourteen martial arts members.

Fourteen people, this number is really few in a movie, and the members of this martial arts are really very few. But the rallying cry is not about the number of martial arts members, but about the essence.

Familiar with the six people, Yang Bufan also knew that these six people were members of the martial arts that Director Feng had been optimistic about in the previous film. This time, the martial arts members came to report without saying a word.

But who expected, since the situation is to be angry, and this anger can't say anything, so he can only puff up a breath of grievance.

After knowing the situation, Yang Bufan said to the six of them, "Don't hold your breath, now let them go, when it's time for the real martial arts instruction, I hope you don't let me down, let the Koreans be impressed, can you do it?" ”

"We can..."

After a few people answered softly, they then shouted loudly, "Teacher Yang, we will definitely be able to." ”

Hearing such confident words, Yang Bufan felt more confident in his heart. At this moment, he was not fighting alone, but seven people. Of course, not seven people, but thousands of Chinese!

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PS: Supplement the update on June 16; And, this is the third update today.