NIP Chapter 55 An arrogant director wanted to film in the village; he threatened to unleash his dogs if
Chapter 55 An arrogant director wanted to film in the village; he threatened to unleash his dogs if
The helicopter's rotor blades, painted with a tiger-spotted pattern, were still spinning wildly, and the resulting gale-force winds were blowing the potted plants in the square all over the place.
The helicopter door was kicked open, and a man wearing a black beret and with a large belly swaggered out.
He was holding a large megaphone and wearing a string of metal director badges around his neck for show.
This person is Feng Dapao, a notorious director of commercially terrible films in the domestic entertainment industry, who is used to bullying others on set.
Feng Dapao tugged at the collar of his flashy pink suit, then looked around the white marble square with his nose in the air.
He was supposed to be taking his sugar daddy's helicopter to a neighboring province to scout locations, but halfway there he was stunned by the transparent suspended track over Qingshui County.
Those tractors and electric scooters drifting in the sky are ready-made top-notch cyberpunk science fiction film material.
If this footage is included in his new movie, he can easily rake in hundreds of millions more in investment.
Feng Dapao raised the megaphone in his hand and shouted loudly at the villagers who were pointing and gesturing around the square.
"What are you all looking at? Haven't you ever seen a famous director filming in the countryside before?"
"Hey, staff, cordon off this plaza right now! Clear out all unauthorized personnel!"
"The fact that I chose this run-down village as a filming location means your ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke."
Several crew members wearing vests quickly ran down with the safety barriers, intending to push aside the villagers who were watching the commotion.
Aunt Li was still holding a red ribbon for square dancing when she stepped directly onto the isolation strip.
Her hands, used for years of farm work, grabbed the farmhand by the collar and spat in his face.
"What kind of lousy director is he? He should take a piss and look at his own face, which looks like a steamed bun."
"This square is our territory, even the Heavenly King himself has to buy a ticket. Who do you think you are!"
Feng Dapao was so shocked by Li Dama's loud voice that he took two steps back and angrily pointed at the villager's nose.
"A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world, do they even know how much money I invested in this film?"
"You dare talk back to me after I've made you work as extras for free? Believe me, I can get the county to stop all your village's welfare payments with just one phone call!"
Village chief Wang Fugui was squatting under the stone lion smoking a pipe when he heard this, and he didn't even bother to tap his pipe anymore.
He looked at Feng Dapao as if he were an idiot, thinking to himself that these days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry would dare to come to Qingshui Divine Kingdom to extort money.
Just as Feng Dapao was about to have his bodyguards move the people away, a slight whooshing sound came from above.
Lin Xian was standing on a holographic hoverboard that emitted a faint blue light, slowly descending from a height of ten thousand meters.
He was wearing a loose white shirt, his floral shorts swaying in the wind, and his nine-yuan-and-nine-yuan flip-flops were particularly eye-catching.
Su Qinghan and Chu Yiyi, wearing high heels, stood on the glass walkway high in the sky, watching the excitement below.
Chu Yiyi recognized the fat man wearing a beret, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
Feng Dapao had hinted at wanting to sexually harass her at drinking parties many times before, only to be met with her throwing red wine in his face.
Lin Xian maneuvered the hoverboard, stopping steadily two meters above the ground, looking down at Feng Dapao.
He let out a long yawn and used his little finger to rub his ear, which was itchy from the loudspeaker.
"You want to blockade my territory to film a movie? Is your investment even enough to cover a day's parking fees?"
Feng Dapao looked up at the young man on the futuristic skateboard, a deep greed flashing in his eyes.
If this skateboard could be used as a prop in Hollywood, it would be priceless!
He suppressed his shock and adopted an arrogant, condescending attitude.
"Kid, this village is yours, right? Name your price."
"I'll give you 100,000 yuan for the venue. You and the villagers can stay outside for a day and not interfere with my artistic creation."
Lin Xian was so angry at the price that he laughed.
He pulled a clean, mutated grape from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it until the juice was flowing freely.
"One hundred thousand yuan?"
"This little bit of change isn't even enough to buy imported dog food for my guard dog. Are you trying to feed a beggar?"
Feng Dapao's face twitched, and he was about to lash out.
Lin Xian stretched out a finger and waved it in mid-air.
"If you want to film on my turf, the ticket price is one million per minute."
"And you can only take pictures outside the designated red line. If you dare to trample on a patch of my grass, I'll give you your helicopter as payment."
The room fell silent as soon as he said that.
Zhou Bapi and his security team were trying so hard not to laugh that their stomachs hurt. They thought to themselves that Master Lin's skill in ripping people off was becoming more and more refined.
A million dollars a minute? That's faster than robbing a bank!
Enraged, Feng Dapao slammed the megaphone in his hand to the ground, shattering its plastic casing into countless fragments.
"One million a minute? Why don't you just rob someone!"
"I'm not paying today! Let's see what you can do to me! Cameraman, turn on the camera and start shooting!"
Several cameramen carrying long lenses and short cannons received the order and quickly aimed their lenses at the transparent flight path in the sky.
The smile on Lin Xian's lips instantly turned cold.
He hates it when people make a racket in his sleeping area, and he especially hates those shameless people who try to get something for nothing.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers; the sound wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the entire square.
"Rhubarb, Lilith, someone's trying to dine and dash. Let's teach them a lesson."
The big yellow dog, who had been resting in the shade of a tree not far away, slowly stood up, wearing the jade pendant that represented the head steward around its neck.
It shook its golden fur and bared its sharp canine teeth at Feng Dapao.
From the shadows behind the big yellow dog, Lilith, a vampire loli dressed in a dark red gothic dress, also emerged.
She had just finished her afternoon nap and was hungry. When she saw these delicate-skinned crew members, her two sharp little tiger teeth gleamed coldly.
Lilith wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her scarlet eyes filled with excitement.
"Big Doggy, that fat guy is yours, and the rest of the guys holding iron pipes are mine!"
The big yellow dog howled, its thick hind legs slammed into the ground, and it shot out like a cannonball.
Its speed was astonishing, leaving a yellow afterimage in the air.
Before Feng Dapao could react, the big yellow dog had already pounced on his face.
That gaping, drool-filled maw aimed directly at Feng Dapao's buttocks and took a vicious bite.
"Awooo—!"
Feng Dapao let out a miserable, distorted scream like a pig being slaughtered, and a large piece of fabric was instantly torn from his expensive trousers.
On the other side, Lilith transformed into a dark red whirlwind and charged directly into the group of photographers.
Her seemingly delicate hands possessed terrifying strength; with a single slap, she sent a camera weighing several dozen kilograms flying more than ten meters away.
Several bodyguards who tried to resist were kicked into the stinking ditch by the roadside by her.
The big yellow dog held on tightly to Feng Dapao's crotch and wouldn't let go, dragging the 200-pound fat man wildly across the square.
Feng Dapao was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He gripped the stone slab on the ground with both hands so tightly that his fingernails were almost worn down.
"Help! This dog is possessed! Quick, pull it away!"
His crew members are now in dire straits, all beaten to a pulp by that gothic lolita.
Lilith found hitting people boring, so she simply grabbed the barrier tape on the ground and used it as a whip, lashing the stagehands so they ran away with their heads in their hands.
Lin Xian, riding his hoverboard, watched the farce unfold like a spectator, a handful of sunflower seeds appearing in his hand without him even noticing.
Feng Dapao finally broke free from the big yellow dog's bite and scrambled towards the helicopter to escape.
He lost one of his limited-edition leather shoes, so he simply walked barefoot on the gravel road, leaving a bloody trail.
The big yellow dog chased after him relentlessly, occasionally nibbling at his calf, which scared him so much that his crotch became soaked.
The crew members, no longer caring about the expensive filming equipment, fled like stray dogs to the nanny van parked outside the village.
Feng Dapao didn't even dare to ride in a helicopter, fearing that Lin Xian would shoot him down from the sky. So he and his men crawled into a bread truck and fled in panic.
The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust and disappeared instantly beyond the boundary marker of Qingshui County, running faster than a rabbit.
The big yellow dog chased after it for two miles before strutting back with a proud gait, carrying half a pink suit trouser leg in its mouth.
It ran under Lin Xian's skateboard, threw the tattered cloth on the ground as if to show off, and wagged its tail.
Lilith patted the dust off her delicate white hands and let out a loud burp.
"These people have such poor health; they all have that sub-healthy smell from staying up late and working overtime. They don't even taste as good as the garlic in the kitchen."
Zhou Bapi and his security team quickly moved forward and carried all the expensive cameras and cranes scattered on the ground into the logistics warehouse.
Selling these items at the secondhand market will add a significant amount to the village's road repair fund.
Ma Hualong picked up the leather shoe that Feng Dapao had dropped and threw it into the trash can with disgust.
The square returned to tranquility, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the mutated peach blossoms.
The villagers who had initially come to watch the spectacle dispersed and went back to racing their tractors on the transparent tracks in the sky.
Lin Xian swatted the sunflower seed shells off his hand and was about to control his hoverboard to fly back to the high-altitude manor.
His gaze casually swept over the stone pillar in the corner of the square, which was piled with the crew's belongings.
A petite figure was crouching in the shadows, clutching a huge wooden drawing board tightly in her hands.
This is a girl who is probably only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a large white shirt stained with paint.
Her hair was messy, and her eyes were somewhat vacant; she was clearly a low-level artist who had been left behind by the escaped film crew.
When the big yellow dog and Lilith were chasing and biting people, this girl didn't even try to dodge; she just quietly squatted in place.
At this moment, she was looking up, her unfocused eyes fixed on the plasma defense towers shimmering with eerie light in mid-air.
Her fingers flew across the drawing board, the charcoal pencil swishing against the paper.
Lin Xian felt something was off, so he lowered his hoverboard and silently floated behind the girl.
He peeked at the contents of the drawing board, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
What was drawn on the paper was not the appearance of the defensive tower at all, but a densely packed diagram of microscopic particles that perfectly matched the flow of energy.
Zhong Xiaoai also ran downstairs at some point, and when she saw the drawings on the drawing board, she gasped.
"She actually drew the entire energy circuit of the plasma weapon just by observing it with the naked eye!"
The girl seemed oblivious to the commotion behind her, stopped painting, and stared blankly, biting her thumbnail.
She suddenly turned her head, looked at Lin Xian who had a lazy expression, and said something that left everyone puzzled.
"You drew the energy transmission pipelines on this tower wrong. It will explode due to overload in three hundred years."