Teacher Huang was sent to the hospital.
He got twelve stitches.
It was quite a serious bump.
Only after Director Jiang Wen heard the news over the phone did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Because Teacher Huang left in an ambulance, neither he nor Chen Feng followed along; they just notified Teacher Huang's family to go.
Putting down the phone, Jiang Wen looked at Chen Feng with a puzzled expression: "Tell me the truth, did you foresee something like this happening when you said those two sentences?"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Director Jiang, I'm not a god; how could I foresee something like this?"
"You really didn't feel anything?"
"No."
"Is this matter such a coincidence?"
Jiang Wen felt terrified.
The more he thought about Chen Feng's words now, the more frightening they seemed.
"A minor calamity is imminent"—didn't that just match up?
Jiang Wen blinked, then asked again, "Are those things you said lines you came up with yourself? Did you think of them on the spot?"
"Yes."
Chen Feng didn't let slip a single word.
"Alright, you're truly impressive."
Jiang Wen was also convinced.
If this task were given to him, while he could also play an old charlatan, it would be impossible for him to come up with such professional terminology.
He had never even heard of it.
How did he come up with it?
Convinced.
Jiang Wen let out a long breath, reached out, and patted Chen Feng's arm: "Alright, not bad. Young man, let me put it this way: if you act like a charlatan with the same feeling as just now, I'd really get into it. I like watching, and I like watching the plot unfold even more, do you understand what I mean?"
"Thank you for the compliment, Director Jiang."
Chen Feng nodded.
"Don't mention it."
Jiang Wen checked the time and then said, "That's it for today; I have something else to do, so I have to leave first. There's no need to discuss the supporting guest actor; I've decided that as long as you're willing, I'll be your supporting guest actor, alright?"
"Of course, I'm willing."
Chen Feng said with a smile, "With Director Jiang acting with me, I guarantee the stage effect will be fantastic."
"Then that's settled, it's decided."
Jiang Wen waved his hand: "You should rest too; I'm leaving now. Contact me anytime if anything comes up, you have my number, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, goodbye."
With that, Jiang Wen drove straight away.
Chen Feng stood by the roadside, watching his car leave, then slowly put away his smile.
Today was a bit unexpected.
He didn't expect Teacher Huang to actually fall.
A minor calamity is imminent.
That is to say, the dream about frogs that he casually mentioned was not false.
He really dreamed of frogs.
Then the dream interpretation matter was a big deal.
The system bestowed upon Chen Feng the identity of a fortune-telling master and even activated a skill.
The ability of Fuxi Divine Calculation.
This Fuxi Divine Calculation determines good or bad fortune and luck through the profound principles of Fuxi's Sixteen Hexagrams.
Using this ability, Chen Feng interpreted the dream that Teacher Huang mentioned.
The conclusion was almost spot on.
Therefore, if dreaming of frogs really concerned him, then a minor calamity being imminent was just the first course.
Later, Teacher Huang's career might suffer losses.
Wealth and poverty were just a hair's breadth away.
It could be said that one thought led to heaven, another to hell.
Alas!
Chen Feng shook his head.
Forget it, it's not his business anyway.
He didn't think highly of himself in the first place.
So why think so much?
Now, Director Jiang Wen had already confirmed that he would be his supporting guest actor, so for the time being, he could relax.
Buy an apartment?
It just felt meaningless.
Too lazy to look at houses.
He'd better stay in a hotel for now.
This month, he'd see if there were any other roles to try out.
Chen Feng turned around and took a taxi, leaving Wheatfield Academy.
...
Noon.
He simply had a small hot pot by himself.
After the meal.
He picked up his phone and thought for a moment, then dialed Wang Chuang's number.
Did this guy still have any connections?
He'd ask and see.
Soon, the call connected.
Wang Chuang's surprised loud voice immediately came through the phone: "Oh, my, Chen Laodi? You actually called me?"
Chen Feng held the phone away a bit.
It felt deafening.
"Old Wang, are you busy?"
"Not busy, not busy, Chen Laodi, is something up?"
"Nothing much, just casually asking, do you still have any connections?"
"What?"
Wang Chuang was also surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Chen Laodi, you're already a top five contestant in the Yanjing Division now, and your popularity has opened up."
"Begging your pardon, but given your current situation, I believe there should be quite a few directors willing to sign you and arrange roles for you, right?"
"You're still looking for me?"
"I just feel that finding you an extra role now isn't quite right, is it?"
"It's beneath you."
"Isn't it, Chen Laodi?"
"Besides, the top three competition is next month. Don't you need to find supporting guest actors? Do you have someone lined up? Aren't you busy with that? Still taking extra roles?"
"How do I not understand you?"
Chen Feng replied casually, "The matter of the supporting guest actor has been resolved; Director Jiang Wen will be my supporting guest actor."
"Holy cow?!"
Wang Chuang exclaimed, "He's going to be your supporting guest actor? Goodness, hey! See, this truly is 'a golden carp is no pond creature; once it meets the wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon.' Chen Laodi, you're about to soar ninety thousand miles high!"
"Stop, stop. Old Wang, can you please stop quoting poems? Do you have any connections or not? If not, I'm hanging up."
"Hehe, don't say that, I really do know a film crew that needs a special extra right now."
Chen Feng's eyes immediately lit up: "What kind of role?"
"I heard it's like an old Beijing native, also a big landlord. In the show, he's a landlord who owns hundreds of apartments. He walks around Beijing all day in flip-flops, carrying a bunch of keys."
Chen Feng chuckled.
Holy crap!
This is perfect.
Hundreds of apartments in hand?
He had to try for this one.
"Old Wang, give me their contact info. If you're familiar with that film crew, quickly introduce me. If it works out, I'll send you a red packet."
"Alright, please don't mention red packets again; I'm blushing. How about this, I'll call them first and ask. If they haven't found anyone yet, I'll help you set up an appointment. Although we don't have much of a relationship and aren't very close, they're easy to talk to over there."
Chen Feng quickly nodded: "Okay, you make the call. We'll talk about the rest later."
"Alright. Sigh, I really don't understand you. You're clearly gaining popularity, but you just won't sign a contract. You're like a lone ghost. But you're not picky, you'll take any role..."
Wang Chuang mumbled and hung up.
Chen Feng didn't care.
He'd wait.
Having new roles to try was the most comfortable thing.
A few minutes later.
Wang Chuang called again.
As soon as he picked up, he heard him excitedly laughing: "Chen Laodi, what did I tell you? You're at least a popular young actor now. As soon as they heard you wanted to come, they immediately agreed."
Chen Feng also smiled: "Good, thank you."
"You're welcome. Then I'll send you the director's business card. You can contact him directly. However, this director isn't from the mainland; he's from Macau."
"A director from Macau?"
Chen Feng was surprised.
"Yes, from Macau. For ten years, he was filming in Hong Kong. Later, when Hong Kong's film industry declined, he moved to the mainland. He's not very famous, but he's determined to make a name for himself in the mainland. You'll know when you go."
"Okay, thank you."
"If you say thank you again, I'll crawl into a crack in the ground. So, that's it for now. Oh, by the way, Chen Laodi, when you have time, take me to Panjiayuan, help me find some bargains..."
Before he could finish, Chen Feng directly hung up the phone.
This guy was a chatterbox.
Once he started nagging, it would never end.
Who had time to go to Panjiayuan?
He needed to sort out his own matters first.
