I don't want to make too much of a fuss. You go to Jiangbei and hold a bidding meeting, following the normal procedures."Given Foka Pharmaceutical's current situation, they are definitely going to pa...Wang Aimin said in surprise, "Little brother, do you know Marcus That's amazing, he's a big star."

Ye Bufan shook his head: "I don't know him. I just wanted to talk to him about some things."

"Oh!" said Wang Aimin, "Today is indeed his show, but I haven't seen him yet. I didn't expect so many people to be waiting here."

Ye Bufan smiled: "It seems that not only celebrities in China are acting big, but here they are too."

Wang Aiguo laughed and said, “Actually, they're not that different. I've been in this business for so many years, both domestically and internationally. In fact, stars everywhere are good and bad. Some big-name celebrities are very approachable, while others who aren't actually that great act like they're high and mighty.”

"Be careful today, Aiguo," Wang Aimin said with a serious expression, as if he had thought of something. "You're acting opposite Marcus today, so make sure you protect yourself and don't get hurt."

Wang Aiguo waved his hand: "Don't worry, brother. This isn't my first rodeo. Besides, we have some skills too. He won't hurt us."

"Brother, what's so special about this Marcus"

"Especially, very especially," Wang Aimin said. "Marcus is different from other kung fu stars. He's the real deal, his skills are incredibly high."

And this guy, he never held back on set. I haven't worked with him much, but every time I saw him, he was hurting people. Broken arms and legs, the whole deal.

Moreover, this guy seems to have a prejudice against people from the East. Among the injured, there are the most Chinese people.

"Could this be true"

Ye Bufan frowned, if this were the case, then he might have to reconsider his spokesperson.

But he won't just follow the crowd. Whether Marcus is a good fit for this side depends on what he's like after we've met.

"Dude, wanna smoke"

Wang Aiguo said, stood up, and took out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of the clothes hanging nearby. He wasn't very tall and walked with a limp.

"I don't smoke." Ye Bufan waved his hand and then asked, "Brother, how did you get injured"

Wang Aiguo lit a cigarette and took a puff. "You see, my leg You can't do this line of work without getting hurt. The year before last, when I was doing a stand-in job, I fell from the upstairs landing and that's how this problem with my leg started."

Ye Bufan said, "Have you gone to the hospital for treatment"

"Go to the hospital Are you kidding"

Wang Aiguo shook his head. "Little brother, you don't know how expensive medical costs are here. I don't have health insurance. If I go to the hospital, I'd be working for nothing for several years."

What will the children at home use to go to school, and what will they use to marry a wife in the future

So I didn't go to the hospital at the time, just put the bone back together myself and nursed it for two months, leaving me with a slight limp.

"But that's nothing, you'll see when I get on stage. I'll still be full of energy and completely unaffected."

He spoke with ease, even a smile on his face, but Ye Bufan found it a little heartbreaking.

As a doctor, he knows the extent of the other player's injuries best. To play through it without limping is to endure immense pain, something that would be impossible for ordinary people.

But this man in front of me can talk and laugh easily, so he must be a real tough guy.

He decided to help the man in front of him and said, "Brother, let me take a look at your foot."

"Really You're still a doctor, little brother" Wang Aiguo was surprised. Then he shook his head. "Little brother, I understand your feelings, but this old injury of mine can't be cured."

Ye Bufan smiled faintly: "Brother, if you trust me, let me show you. I definitely won't disappoint you."

"Okay, then please show me."

Wang Aiguo, speaking, sat down on the bench and raised his left leg to Ye Bufan's face.

Logically, he didn't believe anyone could cure his old wounds, but his intuition told him this young man was worth believing in.

Ye Bufan's divine sense had already clearly seen the opponent's injuries. As a martial artist, the opponent had some basic knowledge of setting bones, and the broken leg bone was basically reconnected.

But the veins and soft tissues beside it didn't receive good treatment. Coupled with years of fatigue, a limp developed as a result.

He placed his hands on the injured leg: "Brother, bear with me for a moment, it might hurt a little."

Wang Aiguo said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, this little pain is nothing."

Ye Bufan didn't speak anymore. He pressed his hands on the man's legs and gently pushed them down. The powerful chaotic true qi instantly reset the displaced meridians.

Because this was an old injury, the pain from resetting his meridians was immense. However, Wang Aiguo was a true tough guy; he only furrowed his brow and didn't make a single sound.

Ye Bufan secretly nodded, this kind of grit was definitely something he admired. Afterward, his ten fingers interlocked and danced, massaging the injured leg incessantly. The chaotic true qi cleared the blocked meridians one by one.

"Alright." It only took two or three minutes for Ye Bufan to completely heal the injured leg, "Big brother, you can try standing up now."

"Hey, little brother, you're actually pretty good."

Wang Aiguo felt a sharp pain at first, but afterwards his leg felt more comfortable than ever before.

He tried to stand up from the bench, and the previous soreness and pain in his legs had vanished, replaced by a long-lost sense of strength and comfort.

Wang Jianguo's face immediately lit up with a look of surprise. He first jumped twice, then did two consecutive kicks, his legs strong and powerful, and there was no pain in his injured leg at all.

"Dude, you're amazing! Thanks so much, I really appreciate it."

Feeling that his leg injury had completely healed, he was overjoyed and bowed deeply to Ye Bufan.

Wang Aimin never expected that this young man would actually cure his nephew. He hurriedly took out a wad of cash from his pocket: "Young brother, here's the fee, don't think it's too little."

"Hey brother, we're both from the same hometown. Meeting like this is fate. Why talk about medical fees Besides, I just did a little work, it didn't cost much. Forget the money."

"Well then, thank you so much!"

The two brothers bowed again.

Just then, there was a commotion at the entrance of the set. A tall middle-aged man walked in, it was Marcus, the kung fu king of Hollywood. Behind him was a beautiful female assistant and two tall bodyguards.

As soon as he appeared, the director and several staff members immediately greeted him enthusiastically. A big name is a big name, wherever he goes, it's always the same; no one questioned why he was late, on the contrary, they were very accommodating.

Marcus said arrogantly, "Alright, let's begin. My time is precious."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

In fact, everyone else on set is already prepared and ready to go. All that's left is for Marcus to arrive, and then they can begin filming immediately.

"Hey, you were looking for him, right This is Marcus."

Yè Búfán smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait until you finish filming and then talk."

"Alright, you just watch here, we'll get busy over there."

Wang Aimin's two brothers greeted him and immediately got to work.eath the sand on the beach, not far from him, preparing to carry out a silent assassination like before.Before they could even react, Ye Bufan's figure was already above them, stepping down with a sin...