There was already a fight here, but the group of people over there showed no response and were busy recommending themselves to the actor.
The head of the show was also a group performer, but he was already considered a master among this group of people, and he didn't respond to the flattery and self-recommendation of the people around him. His haughty gaze scanned the crowd, picking out the qualified ones like ordering animals, "You, you, and you... the rest go away."
Those who were selected followed the stage as if they had won the jackpot, while those who were not selected had to wait for a long time.
As soon as Li Shang arrived here, he saw the scene where Han Dong was wrestling with the middle-aged man. Because he didn't understand the situation, he didn't dare to go forward to persuade the fight, so he dragged a person to inquire.
"Who was fighting over there?"
"It's the buddy who stays here with us every day."
Li Shang frowned, "Then he was beaten, why don't you bother?"
"I don't care? Why do I care? I can't even manage myself! Besides, every time someone is selected for the show, he will be chosen nine times out of ten. Even if there is only one spot, as long as he is here, others will not be able to play."
Li Shang took a look at Han Dong. He was tall, long-legged, and in excellent shape, so he was probably selected because of his figure. As for the face, it is neither handsome nor ugly, but it is very recognizable and can be remembered at a glance.
"Is that why you don't want to see him?" Li Shang asked again.
"It's not that I don't want to see you. How can I put it this way? You can't make friends with this kind of person."
Li Shang became interested, "Why? What kind of person is he?"
"Him? There are many problems when you talk about it. One is that he is playful and lustful, and he is not serious. He does not know how many girlfriends he has changed. The second is that he likes to brag and feels good about himself all day long. The third is that he is slow and blah , the more anxious you are, the more he will drag you down. Fourth, he has a lot of eyes and is very calculating, and ordinary people can't deal with him. Fifth, he is nagging, as if he has a psychic. Sometimes he is very accurate in seeing people and things …”
Before he finished speaking, the whistleblower got up and rushed towards the door, "There's another scene coming out, and there's a lot of work today!"
Han Dong, who was "fighting hard" over there, saw a group of people rushing to the door, and was anxious to swear at the middle-aged man: "Fuck you, let me go!"
For a moment, the middle-aged man was really intimidated by Han Dong's sharp eyes, but he soon recovered, and dragged Han Dong to the road further away, and the two of them were torn apart again.
Although Han Dong was young and had good legs and feet, he was in poor shape. The middle-aged man's thick arms easily swung him up. I wanted to have an over-the-shoulder fall, but instead of falling to the ground, I fell onto the guardrail. There was a big tear in Han Dong's shirt, and the hole in his jeans penetrated into the twisted steel pipe, causing him to hang upside down on the guardrail.
The middle-aged man panted for a while, feeling that he was almost done, he turned around and left.
"Fuck me! Let me down! I put a talisman on you to go to the hospital, do you believe it?"
Han Dong yelled and struggled, but his clothes were tightly hooked. Not only did he not break free, but he slapped the hem of his shirt on his face, his waist was exposed to the cold wind, and his two long legs were raised high in the air.