Chen Feng left early.
He neither wanted to be entangled by Niu Dali nor seen by Teacher Huang.
He was still tired from lingering with Rosa for half the night yesterday; with that time, he might as well go home and get a good night's sleep.
So, ten minutes later.
Chen Feng rushed back to Longhu Yihe Villa.
At the villa's main entrance, he coincidentally ran into Li Han, who was driving a supercar.
He was also going home.
Upon seeing Chen Feng at the entrance, he directly stepped on the gas and stopped outside the gate.
Then he got out of the car and shouted to Chen Feng, “Hey, buddy, congratulations.”
Chen Feng turned around, looked at him, and nodded, “Thanks.”
“Don't mention it. Thanks to you, I didn't get the championship. Next week, I'll have to keep my promise and inherit my dad's trillion-yuan conglomerate.”
Chen Feng: “...”
Li Han laughed, “Buddy, honestly, I really admire you. I completely don't understand how you went from being an extra to where you are today. Your acting even made Sister Zhang applaud; truly impressive. How about this, once I take over my dad's business, I'll open a company and promote you? What do you think?”
Chen Feng blinked, suddenly entering the role of a Fortune Teller, carefully observing Li Han's facial features, and couldn't help but frown.
He was indeed quite handsome.
But his forehead was sunken, and his complexion was dull.
His chin was too pointed, indicating an unstable character.
The space between his eyebrows was too narrow, suggesting a narrow-mindedness.
Especially, his eyes were lifeless, and the whites and blacks were unclear.
As the art of physiognomy says, great wealth is seen in the eyes, small wealth in the nose.
Li Han's eyes were charming but lifeless, his nose was prominent but lacked flesh, and his black nostrils were subtly exposed from the front, indicating a leakage of wealth and luck.
With this kind of face?
There was no way he could have a net worth of a hundred billion.
Being a stable Rich Second Generation, getting a few tens of thousands in pocket money each month, was already his limit.
If he really inherited their family's trillion-yuan conglomerate, it would collapse within three months.
Chen Feng exited the role, turned around, and waved his hand, “Li Han, I advise you to just be a useless Rich Second Generation; maybe that will even bring good luck to your old man. If you inherit the trillion-yuan conglomerate, you'll go bankrupt within three months.”
“What the hell?”
Li Han was stunned. Seeing that Chen Feng had already swiped his card and walked in, he couldn't help but curse resentfully, “Damn it, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. I'm trying to lift you up, and you don't appreciate it. Damn, just you wait.”
...
Back at the villa, Chen Feng cast everything aside and took a refreshing hot bath.
Then he turned off his phone, went back to his room, and covered his head to sleep.
In the following week.
Chen Feng took a week-long vacation for himself.
Every day was spent leisurely reading, strolling around Longhu Yihe Villa, and occasionally, he would use his identity as a chef to cook two classic dishes from the Manchu Han Imperial Feast at home.
In the evening, he would video call Rosa.
Creating a little romance.
Life was quite leisurely.
...
A week later.
It was almost time, so Chen Feng prepared to visit Hong Kong and Macau.
When the system granted him character abilities, it also added some hidden identities.
For example, a triad boss, or an undercover police officer.
These identities were connected to the real world.
So there was no choice.
The gambling industry in Hong Kong and Macau was quite prosperous, especially in Macau.
That was a truly big business.
He had to show his face.
Anyway, Chen Feng also had his own plans.
The business there had been operating normally even before he gained his identity, which meant it had long been systematized.
He didn't need to worry about it at all.
After going there and familiarizing himself with all the businesses the system had given him, he would just hand them over to an agent to manage; he would be a hands-off boss, which was great.
This would also prevent those with selfish motives from being wary of him seizing power and causing trouble.
Although once he entered the role of a triad boss, Chen Feng's character and ruthlessness would be completely different, and he wouldn't care about those dark dealings at all.
However, it was better not to get involved if possible.
Being a retired emperor was actually the most comfortable.
Additionally, going to Hong Kong would allow him to see Hua Zai and the others. When he left Yanjing, Hua Zai personally said he would introduce Star to him.
He had to take advantage of such a good opportunity to experience it.
Maybe there would be another good role-playing opportunity.
As for going to Macau?
He had to take down He Yingsheng.
It would be fine if this old man just stuck to being the Gambling King, but now he wanted to snatch his position and sideline his power?
He had to play with him.
The feuds among gamblers were basically settled at the gambling table.
Chen Feng felt relaxed.
He didn't care about winning or losing at all.
Firstly, he believed that the gambling skills granted by the system were definitely first-class, certainly better than He Yingsheng's.
Secondly, there was no pressure at all.
Even if he lost, even if he lost all the business in Macau, Chen Feng wouldn't care at all.
Those were all given by the system.
They were all pies that fell from the sky.
What if he lost them?
It wouldn't affect his life in the slightest.
So, he would go and have some fun.
...
The day before he left.
Just as Chen Feng was searching for hotels in Hong Kong online, he suddenly received a call from Director Jiang.
“Hello? Director Jiang?”
“Chen Feng, where are you?”
“At home, what's up?”
“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to ask you, what are your plans next?”
Chen Feng smiled, “Going to Hong Kong for a bit.”
“Going to Hong Kong? Haha, really taking a vacation for yourself?”
“Yes, the variety show has come to an end. Taking advantage of some free time to travel around. Is Director Jiang looking for me for something? Is there a good role?”
Jiang Wen laughed, “You guessed it. I originally planned to meet you and show you the script.”
“That's fine, Director Jiang, I have no problem.”
“Can you come over now?”
“Absolutely.”
“Alright then, come to the cafe below the Financial Building? I'll be waiting for you there.”
Chen Feng immediately smiled, “Got it, see you in a bit.”
“See you in a bit, bye.”
After saying that, the two hung up the phone.
Chen Feng picked up his phone, put on his jacket, and headed straight for the Financial Building.
...
Forty minutes later.
Chen Feng met Jiang Wen at a high-end business cafe downstairs in the Yanjing Financial Building.
What was surprising was that there was also a woman with Jiang Wen.
Song Yi.
This somewhat surprised Chen Feng.
Song Yi, sitting opposite Jiang Wen, was graceful, sexy, and intellectual.
She was currently a popular actress.
Her acting was good, her looks were online, and her figure was especially hot.
She looked quite charming when wearing a qipao.
After Jiang Wen's introduction, Chen Feng learned that Song Yi had also found Jiang Wen through a friend's introduction, and had successfully passed Jiang Wen's audition, officially securing the role of the female lead in the new drama.
Today, the two were also meeting to discuss the start of filming for the new drama.
After a few pleasantries among the three.
Jiang Wen, without another word, directly handed the script to Chen Feng: “Chen Feng, take a look yourself. If there's a role you like, just say so.”
“Thanks, Director Jiang.”
Chen Feng quickly took the script and began to flip through it.
Huh?
It turned out that Jiang Wen's new play was still a Republican-era drama.
It mainly focused on a black humor satirical play about daily life, satirizing the harm caused to women by the remnants of feudal etiquette during the Republican era.
A Republican-era play could be good.
Chen Feng's eyes lit up.
Since being an extra until now, all the film crews he had worked with were modern urban dramas.
He had never encountered a Republican-era play.
Because Chen Feng himself felt that playing a person from the Republican era lacked a strong sense of immersion, and he had no confidence in being able to portray that nostalgic feeling.
But now it was different.
He had to look at this carefully.
