Naturally, Qi Lin would not refuse and brought everyone from the Qi family class to the set.

After arriving on the set, Qi Lin realized why Director Andre said that he would definitely like it, because most of the staff on the set were Chinese.

Everyone in the Qijia class looked at each other, a little confused.

What is going on? Is this the legendary Hollywood? Why does it make me feel like I am back in China filming?

I studied English hard in the middle of the night, but when I got there I found that they were all Chinese? Is this worthy of my efforts?

Even if they are all Chinese, why are they all men? Where are the women? Where are the women?

Qi Lin was also a little confused, turned to look at Director Andre and asked.

"Why are these all Chinese?"

Director Andre looked a little proud and said: "I have worked hard to find these people, just to give you the feeling of filming at home. We hope you can show your best!"

Qi Lin couldn't laugh or cry, thinking what the hell is this.

His status is not determined by the Chinese people around him, but Qi Lin was a little touched that Director Andre had such a heart.

Just like what many girls often say, the amount of money is not important, what matters to me is the attitude!

When Wang Xiaohua saw this, she was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. She looked around and then smiled.

"If this was seen by the domestic media, they would think that we invested in this movie."

Everyone in the surrounding Qijia class also laughed after hearing this. Not to mention, they really feel this way now.

Director Andre seemed a little proud and took Qi Lin and others to visit the set.

He took everyone around the rest area, theater, props area, etc. After waiting for everyone to finish the tour and studying what to eat for lunch, Qi Lin heard a harsh brake sound coming from outside the door, and then

I saw a black man walking in with some arrogant steps.

Qi Lin recognized the other person at the first sight. This person was Bill!

After all, the information last night was not for nothing!

The other party was startled when he saw Qi Lin, then immediately smiled and walked over quickly.

When Wang Yi and Xiao Wu saw this, they stopped in front of Qi Lin calmly, as if they were loyal guards.

Bill, however, seemed not to see the two of them at all, and wanted to pass through, but Wang Yi grabbed his shoulder.

At this moment, the genes engraved in Bill's DNA seemed to move, and he subconsciously punched out. This was exactly what Wang Yi wanted!

By the time Bill reacted, it was already too late, and Wang Yi used Bajiquan to hit him.

But before they could hit each other, their wrists were firmly grasped by a pair of iron-like hands.

The two turned around and saw Qi Lin staring at them with an unkind expression.

"What? Take action just because you don't agree with me?"

After hearing Qi Lin's question, Wang Yi took a step back and said, "Brother, I don't think he is a good person."

Qi Lin knew that Wang Yi must know Bill, but he deliberately acted like he didn't know him, just to suppress Bill's arrogance.

But Qi Lin didn't expect Bill to be so angry and took action without saying a word.

What Qi Lin didn't expect was that this person could actually speak Chinese, as Bill slowly spoke in very standard Chinese.

"You don't look like a good person, you are a bitch."

Qi Lin was startled after hearing this, and Wang Yi was also startled.

Bill's words were very standard in Chinese dialect. The standard made Qi Lin think that he was standing in front of a Northeastern person!

That's right, Bill speaks authentic Northeastern dialect!

Qi Lin was born in the Northeast, and later his family went to a restaurant in Hengdian. How could he not understand the Northeastern dialect?

The rest of the Qi family class also looked like they had seen a ghost. Not to mention them, even many people in the crew looked confused.

But Bill glared at Wang Yi again and said, "What? I've never seen a nigger who can speak Mandarin? He's the one who blocks trouble and has no eyesight."

Qi Lin was even more confused when he heard this Northeastern dialect which was more authentic than his own.

Immediately, Bill walked up to Qi Lin excitedly, held Qi Lin's hand and smiled.

"Mr. Qi, I have admired you for a long time! I have always liked Chinese culture very much. When I saw your fighting, I was shocked! I have always thought that Chinese fighting is one of the best in the world. After all, it can be passed down for thousands of years. How is it possible?

There is nothing, I just haven't been able to find any evidence. Thanks to your appearance, I saw the light."

After hearing this, Qi Lin smiled and shook hands with the other party: "You flatter me so much."

"No, no, no, I'm not just being polite, I really think you are powerful!"

After Bill finished speaking, he made a few postures on the spot. They were all the high-fist moves that Qi Lin used when he competed with Robert. They were all very impressive.

Qi Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling more and more that this person was not simple. He could reproduce the movements to such an extent without anyone's guidance. If he knew how to exert force and practiced for a while, wouldn't he be able to learn it?

This is what he thinks in his heart, but Qi Lin himself knows that it is not realistic, because although the method of exerting force may sound simple, if no one breaks through the window paper, he may not be able to get started in his life. This is why traditional Chinese martial arts

The reason why everything is almost lost.

According to Master Qi Lin's original statement, Tai Chi actually had its own breathing and breathing methods and force exertion methods at that time. Unfortunately, it was later lost and could only be used to strengthen the body.

But after all, it is what Zhang Zhenren has learned all his life. Even if he only knows the moves, it is enough to strengthen his body.

The same principle applies to the high fist. Just knowing the moves is useless. Of course, it can be used to strengthen the body, but if you want to achieve lethality, it will be too difficult.

When the people in Qijia's class saw a black man boxing, they all gathered around him with laughter. After watching Bill finish the fight, several people were a little surprised. They didn't expect that this nigger was really capable.

Only Xiao Wu's expression was the calmest, because he was the only one among these people who had seen Qi Lin actually take action! He was also the only one who knew the lethality of Qi Lin's fist.

If we compare Bill's high fist with Qi Lin's high fist, we can only use four words to describe it, Dongshi imitates Feng!

Bill also went crazy on his own. After fighting a few of Qi Lin's high fist moves, he started to fight Qi Lin's Baji Fist.

Even Wang Yi's eyes narrowed at this time. After all, Qi Lin learned Bajiquan from his family.

After Bill finished a set of punches, he cupped his fists like the Chinese and said: "Please advise me."

Wang Yi's expression immediately changed when he saw this, he snorted coldly and stepped forward, also clasping his fists with his hands.

"Baji! Wang Yi! Please enlighten me!"

When Qi Lin saw this, he seemed to see nothing, and allowed Wang Yi to step in, just because Bill held his fist with his right hand and his left hand just now. This is called fierce worship, and it is also a provocation!
Chapter completed!