The following afternoon, everyone hurried to the NBC television station, whose headquarters was located in New York.
Inside a large building, the fifth floor was the broadcast hall. When Wu Li entered, it was bustling with activity.
Lights, caras, testing of various equipnt had already begun, and since it was a live broadcast, the prep work had to be more extensive than usual.
The broadcast was scheduled for 8 p.m., during pri ti, so Wu Li and the others ca over early to get ready.
After eting Wu Li and his group, a staff mber led Wu Li to the dressing room for makeup, and naturally, Chen Gang and the others followed.
Wu Li had been on a few shows before, so he was quite familiar with the process and wasn’t nervous. As the makeup artist applied makeup to his face, he chatted idly with Chen Gang and the others.
"Li San, whatever I say later, just translate it as is," Wu Li said to the person beside him.
Li San was the translator specifically hired for the "Seeking Martial Arts" program. This ti on the show, although NBC had their own translators, it was definitely more reassuring to use soone from the team, especially since it was a live broadcast. If NBC deliberately misconstrued Wu Li’s words, it would be problematic, so in the end, they decided to have Li San accompany Wu Li on the show.
"Don’t worry, Brother Wu. I understand!" Li San nodded solemnly, looking a bit tense.
He had actually just graduated this year and was older than Wu Li, but within the program crew, everyone called him Li San, and Wu Li did so too, out of habit. After witnessing so many of Wu Li’s thrilling deeds, Li San was more than willing to address Wu Li as "Brother Wu."
It’s said that the capable earn their respect.
At 7:30 p.m., half an hour before the show was due to start, soone entered Wu Li’s dressing room—a kind-faced, sowhat balding Caucasian man.
Jia Wei’er, the host of the talk show, was quite famous in the Arican hosting world.
"Hello."
Jia Wei’er approached Wu Li and extended his hand, speaking in Chinese.
Although his pronunciation wasn’t perfect, these two words were probably the most common Chinese phrase known to foreigners.
Wu Li also stood up and shook hands with him: "Hello."
"Hope we have a pleasant cooperation later," Jia Wei’er said in English.
Wu Li nodded: "Sure."
After a brief exchange, Jia Wei’er left, and all that remained was to wait for the cue to go on stage.
anwhile, the live audience began to enter.
Each episode of this NBC talk show invited so audience mbers to watch live. Sotis, there would even be interactive segnts.
After checking in, the audience gradually entered the broadcast hall, where staff mbers began arranging seats.
Generally, audience mbers who were more attractive were seated in the front rows, so when the caras panned across, they’d be a pleasant sight.
Among the entering audience, two girls were unhesitatingly placed in the first row by staff mbers, and even frequently stole glances at one of them.
The girl was dressed in a white dress and black high heels, with a graceful figure and stunning beauty that stood out in the crowd like a lotus flower.
The girl was none other than Tina, and accompanying her was Li Li.
The news that Wu Li would be attending this talk show tonight was released a few days ago, and so Tina asked Li Li to help secure tickets to the live event.
After all, it was an NBC flagship program, and it wasn’t easy for ordinary people to get live tickets. Fortunately, Li Li’s brother was Li San, so in the end, the two of them managed to get tickets.
"I wonder if there will be an interactive segnt this episode?"
"Why, do you want to interact with the guest?"
"That Wu Li is really handso."
"Ha-ha, are you smitten?"
"He’s definitely my type, hee-hee."
...
Behind Tina and Li Li, two girls were laughing and discussing.
Li Li turned her head to look at Tina, whose expression was a mix of a smile and not quite a smile.
Li Li pouted and asked in a low voice, "Wu Li is the guest of this episode, why didn’t you just contact him directly? He could have easily gotten you two tickets, are you embarrassed to contact him?"
Tina shook her head: "He must be very busy. I don’t want to bother him with this kind of thing."
"Ah, you..."
Li Li knew how much Tina wanted to contact Wu Li. Now that she had a great opportunity, she was hesitant to disturb him, indicating she was truly taken with him.
A staff mber with a microphone inford the live audience about what they needed to pay attention to, such as when to applaud and the like. Tina listened absentmindedly until 8 p.m., when the show started and she suddenly beca alert, fixing her gaze on the stage.
Host Jia Wei’er walked onto the stage, accompanied by applause and cheers from the audience, many of whom were actually there for him.
"Hello everyone..."
After Jia Wei’er finished his opening line, he began to talk about the terrorist attack on September 22. The big screen behind him displayed so photos.
"During this incident, one person stood out with his performance. When a gunman threatened a mother and daughter, he bravely stepped forward, took out three of the criminals, and then faced three assault rifles as he charged a distance of several dozen ters..."
As Jia Wei’er continued the introduction, applause began to fill the hall.
"It seems I don’t need to introduce him much, everyone already knows who this person is," Jia Wei’er said with a smile, looking at the audience.
"Wu Li!" Soone shouted loudly from the audience.
"Wu!"
"Kung Fu Hero!"
As the voices grew louder, Jia Wei’er nodded with a smile, "Please welco our guest for this episode from Hua Country, Wu, Li!"
As he finished speaking, Wu Li, dressed in a suit, walked out from backstage.
It was Wu Li’s first ti wearing a suit; when he had appeared on dostic interview programs before, his attire was much more casual. However, this ti was different, it was a foreign program and he had been asked to wear a suit if possible. Wu Li didn’t insist on being unconventional, so he donned a suit for the occasion.
The black suit with a white shirt underneath looked very fitting. Wu Li, with his upright figure and an exceptional deanor grood by years of martial arts practice, exuded a different kind of charm walking out in a suit compared to his usual training or athletic wear on screen.
Once Wu Li took the stage, Tina only had eyes for him, especially seeing him in a suit, which made her eyes shine brightly in their star-blue hue.
Li Li, who was at the side, couldn’t help but remark that he indeed looked quite handso.
Amidst the cheers and applause, Wu Li made his way to the center of the stage, sitting across from Jia Wei’er, with the interpreter Li sitting next to him, holding a microphone.
"Welco, Wu Li."
"Thank you."
"You know, I’ve interviewed many stars from Hua Country before, like Jack Cheng and Jet Li, who also practice Kung Fu. How is your Kung Fu different from theirs?"
Jia Wei’er asked the first question.
After hearing the translation from Li, Wu Li responded, "I know that many Arican viewers are familiar with Hua Country’s Kung Fu through movies. In fact, the Kung Fu in movies is more about performance, routines, how to make it look good, and does not really have practical significance."
Jia Wei’er laughed, "So you’re saying, you’re better than Jack Cheng and Jet Li?"
Wu Li didn’t hesitate and nodded, "In making movies, of course, they’re better. But if it’s real combat, of course I’m better."
"You’re very confident."
"It seems different from other stars from Hua Country, very direct, huh?"
"There’s nothing to be modest about, he’s definitely better than Jack Cheng and the others."
...
This live broadcast wasn’t available in Hua Country due to broadcasting rights, so dostic viewers couldn’t watch it live and had to wait for the edited version later. However, many viewers in the United States were watching the live broadcast, and on the streaming website, Arican netizens began discussing it in the comnts.
Jia Wei’er had a surprised look on his face, but quickly covered it up.
Actually, Hua Country values moderation and many foreigners see it as humble and peaceful. For instance, the Hollywood stars from Hua Country that Jia Wei’er had interviewed before wouldn’t publicly claim they are better than others. It was quite unexpected for Wu Li to be so unequivocal in his attitude.
"What about Bruce Li? Who do you think is better in Kung Fu, you or him?" Jia Wei’er asked another question.
Chen Gang, who was in the backstage lounge, frowned at the TV. Although he knew beforehand that Jia Wei’er would ask so sharp questions, he didn’t expect the host to dive right in without any transition.
At this mont, all he could do was hope for Wu Li’s ability to respond on the spot.
"Bruce Li, I think he’s great," Wu Li said after hearing the question, "He proposed entirely new fighting concepts, being called the father of MMA, and he brought the term Kung Fu into the English dictionary. As a junior, I have great respect for him."
Jia Wei’er: "So, you think his Kung Fu is better than yours?"
Wu Li shook his head: "No, that would need to be determined through a fight."
Jia Wei’er laughed, "Wu, it seems you are very confident."
Wu Li shrugged, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t charge directly towards a group of gunn by myself, right?"
"Hahaha, indeed," Jia Wei’er laughed.
He turned to the big screen which switched to a photo:
At a crossroads, Wu Li held a rifle that had pierced through soone’s chest.
It was the photo snapped of Wu Li as he turned around after shooting Watanabe Ryosuke.
"Wow, so cool!"
"Wow, so handso, that look, that expression, and that aura, this photo is taken so well!"
"I want to save this photo."
...
As soon as the photo appeared, it imdiately sparked discussion among the audience. The photo was captured very well, and one could feel a certain montum from it, as well as the power contained in Wu Li’s eyes.
Jia Wei’er pointed to the photo, "This photo was taken by a photographer present at the ti, who heard you were going to be on our show tonight and sent the photo to us voluntarily. He said he has a request."
Wu Li: "What request?"
Jia Wei’er: "This photographer is planning to enter this photo into New York’s latest photography competition and would like to get your consent."
Wu Li nodded, "Of course, I consent, and I want to thank him for making look so good."
"Hahaha."
Laughter ca from the audience.
Jia Wei’er also laughed, "He has another request; he needs a na for the work to enter the competition, and he hopes you could give this photo a na."
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