Wang Director sat opposite Chen Feng.
Let's do a scene.
He never tired of such things.
In the movies he had directed before, he often appeared in humorous cameo roles, like those minor characters.
Things like Jade-Faced Flying Dragon.
They were basically the type that deserved a beating.
Essentially, Wang Director enjoyed acting.
So, as soon as Chen Feng made a request, he immediately came over.
He also wanted to see what it felt like to act with Chen Feng.
After the two sat down.
...
Scene One.
Chen Feng looked at him calmly: "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Wang Director chuckled: "My... my waist always hurts."
"Your waist hurts?"
Chen Feng carefully observed Wang Director's face for a few moments, then gestured to him: "Reach out and place your hand here. Roll up your sleeve."
Wang Director did as he was told.
At the same time, he secretly nodded in his heart.
Good, this is the right vibe.
Wang Director had lived in Yanjing for sixteen years.
He was almost half a Yanjing native.
He often went to Tongrentang to see an Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner for body conditioning.
Generally, Old Chinese Medicine Practitioners were quite proud.
First, they observed, then asked questions, then took the pulse, and finally prescribed medicine—that was the usual process.
The biggest characteristic was that Chinese medicine practitioners were very steady.
Unlike Western doctors, who were always busy, walking and talking at a fast pace, especially surgeons.
They were so busy every day that they didn't even have time to change their clothes.
Chinese medicine practitioners, however, were calm.
Even if they felt you had a terminal illness, they would calmly tell you to go for relevant examinations.
Chen Feng's current state was very good.
There was no longer any hint of the sinister and ruthless feeling he had when portraying Zhou Chaoxian; his eyes were as serene as an enlightened hermit who had transcended the mundane world.
It was as if he had seen through everything.
So, Wang Director reached out, rolled up his sleeve, and rested his wrist on the towel.
Chen Feng had a calm and composed expression.
Two fingers gently pressed on his pulse point.
At the same time, he started asking various miscellaneous questions, such as whether he had night sweats, whether his sensitive areas were damp, whether his urine was short and yellow, whether his stool was dry and hard...
Wang Director was bewildered by the questions.
How does he know everything?
The questions sound quite professional?
Just in that short time, with Chen Feng asking and Wang Director answering, he truly had the illusion of being examined in an Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner's clinic.
The three behind him also exchanged surprised glances.
They couldn't find any flaws.
The moment Chen Feng sat down, he had already drawn people into the scene.
Plus, the professional questions he asked—wasn't he just like a real Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner?
Uncanny!
This time, Gu Zai was also convinced.
This segment alone truly made him feel like he was in a Chinese medicine clinic.
Amazing!
Hua Zai also secretly gave another thumbs-up.
On the other side, Xu Xianglin had even started to ponder.
He wasn't well-known in the mainland, but in Hong Kong, many big directors and actors knew him; he was a very famous producer.
His connections were also quite formidable.
So, Xu Xianglin already had an urge to tailor a drama specifically for Chen Feng.
Scene Two.
At this moment.
Chen Feng, who was taking his pulse, suddenly frowned.
He stopped asking questions.
The expression on his face seemed to become much more serious.
The change was very obvious.
Moreover, originally only two fingers were gently resting, but now another finger was suddenly added, with three fingers across the pulse point.
The fingers pressed lightly and rhythmically.
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
Wang Director watched with a look of curiosity.
Is this guy actually taking a pulse?
His technique is too realistic.
The Old Chinese Medicine Practitioners at Tongrentang sometimes took pulses this way too.
I'm impressed!
Wang Director was truly impressed.
Just this technique alone, which he interpreted perfectly, was enough.
Just as he was about to end this segment, Chen Feng suddenly looked up at him: "Do you usually have stomach pain?"
"What?"
Wang Director was stunned.
"Stomach pain? Do you often feel bloated?"
Wang Director blinked. How did he get so into character?
Still not out of character?
Alright!
Let's see what you can come up with.
So Wang Director nodded: "Yes, I occasionally have stomach pain. But it's not severe, and I sometimes feel bloated. I often feel acid reflux."
"Come closer."
Chen Feng released his hand.
His expression was very serious.
After Wang Director moved a little closer, Chen Feng reached out and pressed a few times around his stomach, asking as he pressed: "Tell me where it hurts."
A moment later.
"Hey, hey, it hurts right here."
"Here?"
"Yes, it hurts when you press it. It doesn't hurt when you don't press it."
"Good."
Chen Feng withdrew his hand and looked at Wang Director, saying calmly: "Wang Director, I'm not joking with you now. Find some time to go to the hospital and get a gastroscopy."
"Ah?"
Wang Director was startled: "You... you want me to get a gastroscopy? You're still..."
"I'm not acting."
Chen Feng shrugged: "Wang Director, I'm telling you very seriously. Find time to go to the hospital and get a gastroscopy. Really, it'll be good for you."
"..."
Wang Director looked defeated.
He really got into character and couldn't get out of it.
Good, this kid is really good.
Wang Director chuckled, stood up, and nodded: "Alright, Mr. Chen, I approve of this performance of yours. No wonder Hua Zai said it had a sense of returning to simplicity. Just now, I was completely immersed. I almost thought you really knew Chinese medicine."
"Actually, I do."
Chen Feng looked at him seriously: "Wang Director, I really do know a little. Don't think I'm still in character and joking with you, I'm serious. Go get a gastroscopy when you have time. As soon as possible, within half a month."
Wang Director: "..."
Others: "..."
Is he not done yet?
Finally, Gu Zai clapped his hands: "Good, Mr. Chen, we are convinced by your acting style. It's very realistic, vivid, and immersive. Especially under these simple conditions, you can achieve this level with body language and speech, which is indeed very impressive."
"Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Gu Zai."
"Haha, don't call me teacher."
Gu Zai chuckled: "In front of you, I really don't dare to call myself a teacher. I can't achieve your acting style."
Xu Xianglin, who was beside them, finally smiled.
He walked over proactively, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Feng: "Mr. Chen, this is my business card. If you're interested in collaborating, you can call me after the variety show."
"Thank you, Mr. Xu."
Chen Feng took the business card.
It would be good to have a chance to visit Hong Kong.
There would definitely be audition opportunities.
At this moment, Hua Zai let out a long breath, smiled, and clapped his hands: "Alright, I can finally confirm that Mr. Chen's acting skills are not just my imagination. How about we have lunch together? We can also make friends. What do you say?"
Since Hua Zai had spoken, what else could Wang Director and the others say?
And they were indeed quite interested in Chen Feng.
So, they agreed to have lunch.
Chen Feng let out a long breath.
He never thought that one day he would be eating with big directors like Hua Zai, Gu Zai, and Wang Director.
This was enough.
How many people in the industry would envy him if he told them about this experience?
So, these connections were made.
With Hua Zai's help in the three-way competition half a month later, he believed his spot in the top three was no longer in doubt.
After the dust settled, Chen Feng wanted to know even more: who was it that helped him behind the scenes?
And what was the reason?
