boyutpedia Chapter 86 Marching into the Interior
Chapter 86 Marching into the Interior
"Ambitious!"
Li Jian never expected that Liang Kun had such lofty ambitions. It's just a pity that he died young and was tricked by Chen Haonan and his gang of scoundrels.
Li Jian also felt fortunate that he had stepped in to save him.
Otherwise, the world would lose another artist.
No wonder Hong Kong films gradually declined afterward; it seems to be related to the death of Young Kun.
Liang Kun touched his head shyly: "Brother Jian, don't praise me, I'll get arrogant."
Li Jian has also watched the exciting program.
An absolutely grand spectacle, absolutely real action.
Its absolute momentum is overwhelming.
Li Jian himself felt like doing a slam dunk after watching it.
Liang Kun, standing to the side, urged, "Brother Jian, how about getting a fungal injection? You're so handsome, if you're willing to come and film, I guarantee you'll earn more than your department head's salary."
Once you become famous, you can shoot commercials and do endorsements, making tons of money!
Li Jian was speechless: "You talk a good game, but why don't you film it yourself?"
"I'm not handsome enough," said Liang Kun, sticking out his tongue.
Li Jian shook his head and said, "You're wrong to think that way. Actually, the lower the male lead's looks, the better the effect when making porn. Think about it, the people who can watch this kind of movie are basically losers from the bottom of society."
It's about those low-class men who are ugly but have lofty ideals. They don't have much money and their social status is low. If the male protagonist is very handsome, they will feel inferior.
However, the uglier the male lead is, the more they can relate to him.
Moreover, men have a natural curiosity. If you say it's just an ordinary erotic film, something about a man and a woman's secret, that kind of film is too common, and probably no one will watch it.
But if you tell a story about a woman and a horse that they couldn't forget, or a tale of two men's love story, that will make the audience want to see it for themselves.
Li Jian's remarks were not unfounded.
Back when I was in high school, I would take the bus home from the station.
There are always some disabled people (I don't know if they are posing) who try to sell brochures to passengers.
It's a thin little book, not expensive, only 2 yuan.
The covers and titles are sensational: "Secret affairs between actresses and high-ranking officials," "So-and-so's mistress," "The leader's little secret," "The world's top ten unsolved mysteries," and so on.
Li Jian even bought it back then.
When I got home and checked, I realized it was clickbait; there was hardly any substantial content.
Liang Kun listened with rapt attention.
He grasped Li Jian's hand and said, "My confidant, Brother Jian, you're wasting your talents being a policeman. You should be a director or a producer."
"I'm serious, if you quit your job now and come work for my company, I'll give you 30% of the shares."
Li Jian slapped Liang Kun's hand away and said, "Acting is not my ideal. I'd rather be a cop. Everyone has their own ambitions, so don't try to sway me."
Having been reborn, Li Jian never intended to enter the entertainment industry.
Hong Kong celebrities may seem glamorous, but they actually have a tough time.
All told, only Jackie Chan, Stephen Chow, and Chow Yun-fat have really made it big; the others have only become familiar faces.
I enjoyed a live performance.
Li Jian finally fulfilled his wish of not having seen enough back then.
"Ah Kun, I'm here today to ask you to do something for me."
"Brother Jian, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go to the office."
Liang Kun led Li Jian to the innermost room.
This room is very large, more than 30 square meters.
In Hong Kong Island, where land is extremely valuable, this is already considered a very large place.
"Brother Jian, how about it? If you come, this office is yours."
Li Jian waved his hand and said, "There's no need to say anything more. You just need to take care of someone for me."
"What kind of person is this? I'll chop up his whole family later!"
He didn't even ask for his name.
This is also why Li Jian was willing to help Liang Kun in the first place.
In short, it boils down to one word: trustworthy and a true friend.
Although he was thoroughly evil, he was purely evil, and he never compromised on his words.
Li Jian said, "Do you know the Rain Night Butcher who's been all the rage lately? His father, Lin Zhaoming, went to the investigation department to complain about me and even said he was going to the police headquarters to put up banners. You know, I'm not one to seek the limelight."
Liang Kun snapped his fingers: "Understood! Leave this to me."
Li Jian cautioned, "Don't kill them. Their family is quite famous lately. Be careful not to get yourself into trouble."
Leung Kwan let out a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, you can rest assured when Leung Kwan handles things."
I saw Li Jian get up to leave.
Liang Kun looked surprised: "No way, Brother Jian, you came all this way just for such a small thing? You didn't need to come all this way yourself, you could have just made a phone call."
Li Jian smiled slightly: "Of course not, I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by to see you. This matter was just incidental. I was originally planning to have Big Fool from Saigon handle it for me, since he's more lenient."
"Big Fool? That idiot, all he does is make money."
Liang Kun seemed to look down on Da Sha and continued, "Brother Jian, just call me if you need anything. As long as it's something I, Liang Kun, can do, I'll definitely do it without hesitation!"
Li Jian nodded and got up to leave.
Suddenly remembering something, he turned to Liang Kun and asked, "Do you sell flour?"
Leung Kwan shrugged and said, "In the whole Yau Tsim Mong district, who doesn't know that my place has the most and best 'flour' (a type of noodle)? But Brother Kin, flour isn't popular anymore. What's popular now is ice skating. Many young people like that stuff."
"Brother Jian, are you going to arrest me?"
Li Jian said earnestly, "Ah Kun, I don't care what you do, but flour and ice skating are absolutely not allowed. That's the bottom line."
Liang Kun scratched his head: "Brother Jian, you make it sound so easy. My men need to eat. If I don't sell flour, my men will starve."
Li Jian said, "Don't you own a film company?"
“Film companies require large investments and have long production cycles. How can they make money as quickly as flour?” Liang Kun said somewhat listlessly. “Besides, I’m not the only one selling flour in Hong Kong. Even if I don’t sell it, other venues will still sell it.”
Moreover, those flour sellers are ruthless; if I don't sell to them, I'm afraid I'll be dead on the street the next day.
What Liang Kun said was the truth.
Flour is something that can't be banned despite repeated attempts.
Especially in Hong Kong Island, where the pace of life is fast.
Many drug addicts and young people like that stuff.
Many nightclubs even use flour to attract customers; those with flour get more customers, while those without flour get fewer.
People are all the same.
Go wherever there are lots of people.
Li Jian thought of someone and said, "Have you ever thought about selling DVDs in mainland China?"
"The mainland? Of course I'd like to, but I don't have the channels."
Liang Kun's eyes lit up instantly. "I've long heard that the mainland market is vast and has great potential. Many traders are making a fortune. I've always wanted to get a piece of the pie, but unfortunately, I don't know anyone and have no chance to get rich."