Chen Feng finally made his move.
Up to this point, Dongguan Zai's performance had been flawless.
It even exceeded Director Du's expectations.
Especially the feeling and expression of death before it, it was so realistic that it was impossible to distinguish between true and false.
As for Chen Feng, his performance was just average.
He didn't convey the indistinguishable level of realism that Hua Zai had described.
It was an exaggeration.
It was truly an exaggeration.
Perhaps it was a connection of Hua Zai's, wanting to promote this young man.
One should know, for so many years, Hua Zai had hardly participated in variety shows.
But for this young man, Hua Zai actually went to Yan Jing in his busy schedule to be a guest performer for him.
This was definitely suspicious.
Someone must have asked Hua Zai for help.
With Chen Feng's level, compared to Dongguan Zai, saying he couldn't keep up with the acting was simply not true.
But just as Director Du thought the scene was about to end, Chen Feng made a move that surprised everyone.
Because Dongguan Zai was opening his mouth, looking very pained, Chen Feng suddenly grabbed the half-smoked cigarette from the table and shoved it directly into his mouth.
Dongguan Zai became even more terrified, struggling violently.
But he couldn't exert any strength.
It felt as if Chen Feng's hand, pinching his carotid artery, was like a pair of pliers clamping down, the artery compressed, his heart rate slowing, his vision gradually darkening, and even sounds seemed to become distant.
Dongguan Zai struggled until he had no strength left.
Everyone watched wide-eyed as Chen Feng shoved the half-smoked cigarette into Dongguan Zai's mouth, even covering his mouth with his hand.
It was heart-stopping.
The people watching outside felt as if they were right there.
It was like witnessing a murder.
Some even subconsciously started praying, praying for Dongguan Zai to resist quickly, to get up quickly, or he would really die in a moment.
Just like that, ten seconds later.
Dongguan Zai swayed and went limp.
His entire body seemed to slide under the table.
Chen Feng remained expressionless, as if nothing had happened, relaxing his hands, and silently supporting Dongguan Zai's body, letting him lie on the table.
Then he turned, walked around Dongguan Zai, and quickly exited through the back door.
...
The performance was complete.
Director Du felt utterly comfortable watching it.
He was stunned by Chen Feng's final act of shoving the cigarette into the mouth.
Just this one action brought all the previous mediocrity to life, truly playing the role of dotting the eyes on the dragon.
Indeed!
This kid can act.
He knows when to be calm and when to create a climax.
Director Du shook his head and sighed inwardly.
However, Dongguan Zai was also good.
The feeling of death he portrayed just now was too realistic.
He's still lying there even after the scene is over?
Director Du smiled and called out, "Cut."
A crowd of onlookers immediately rushed in from outside, laughing and chattering about their feelings of watching the scene.
Hua Zai also got up.
He hadn't seen the killing process, so he was quite interested and came over to inquire.
As everyone talked, they suddenly felt something was off.
Why hadn't Dongguan Zai gotten up yet?
And Chen Feng?
He hadn't returned either.
What were these two doing?
Too deep into character?
Couldn't get out?
Director Du walked over and patted Dongguan Zai's shoulder: "Dongguan Zai? Get up? You still..."
Suddenly, because he patted too hard, Dongguan Zai's body swayed and slipped from the table, collapsing directly onto the ground.
Everyone was startled.
"Dongguan Zai?"
"Dong Ge, Dong Ge?"
"OMG, he really fainted?"
"No way?"
"Dongguan Zai? Wake up? Why did he faint? Heatstroke or fainted from hunger?"
...
The store was in a chaotic mess, with everyone scrambling to help Dongguan Zai up.
At this moment, a voice came from behind them: "Let me do it."
Chen Feng finally returned.
He parted the crowd and went straight to Dongguan Zai's side, smiling at Director Du as he said, "I'm sorry, I might have squeezed too hard just now."
Director Du: "..."
Hua Zai: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Squeezed too hard?
You squeezed him until he fainted?
Chen Feng was seen squatting beside Dongguan Zai, gently massaging his neck and philtrum for a moment.
A few seconds later.
Dongguan Zai suddenly gasped for air violently, then his body trembled, and even before opening his eyes, he screamed in terror, "Let go of me, cough, cough, cough, let go of me..."
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay now."
Chen Feng firmly pressed his hand down, then patted his face.
Slowly, Dongguan Zai finally regained consciousness.
As soon as he opened his eyes.
What came into view was Chen Feng's gentle smiling face.
However, what seemed like a harmless smile to others, when it fell into Dongguan Zai's eyes, terrified him so much that he nervously shifted backward.
That smile was too terrifying.
The second before he fainted from being squeezed, Dongguan Zai noticed a faint smile on Chen Feng's face as well.
Only, his face was smiling.
But there was not a ripple in his eyes.
Like the eyes of a dead person.
Or like eyes looking at a dead person.
No emotion.
Dongguan Zai was truly frightened.
Seeing him regain consciousness, Chen Feng then stood up and apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, I got too deeply into character just now, and squeezed a bit too hard."
Dongguan Zai: "..."
Hua Zai, standing by, said in surprise, "He was really squeezed unconscious by you?"
"Probably."
Hua Zai had a strange expression: "Your hand strength is really something. I heard you even put a cigarette butt in his mouth? And it wasn't extinguished? You didn't burn Dongguan Zai's mouth, did you?"
"No."
Chen Feng casually flipped his hand, and the half-smoked cigarette appeared in his palm.
The cigarette butt was still red.
It was still burning.
But everyone had clearly seen Chen Feng forcefully shove the cigarette into Dongguan Zai's mouth just now, how could this be?
Did everyone see things?
Including Director Du?
He didn't see anything suspicious either.
Chen Feng smiled, casually placed the half-smoked cigarette on the table, and explained with a smile, "Just a little trick, a misdirection."
The onlookers finally relaxed.
"Wow, that's quite a trick you have."
"Yeah, really impressive."
"Honestly, I really thought Dong Ge was gone just now."
"For this scene, the beginning made me want to sleep, but then my scalp tingled. Now, thinking back on the whole process, I can only say two words: awesome."
"It was so good, I want to keep watching. Director Du, if only there were more plot."
...
The people around praised him excitedly, but Dongguan Zai's expression crumpled.
Who the hell cares about me?
I almost died just now, okay?
Finally.
Director Du reached out and pulled Dongguan Zai up, saying with a smile, "Alright, just a small accident. However, I've finally witnessed the acting that even Hua Zai praises so much. Mr. Chen, your performance truly amazed me."
"You flatter me, Director Du."
Chen Feng quickly said a few humble words.
Director Du shook his head, smiling as he walked over: "Not at all. How many more days can Mr. Chen stay in Hong Kong?"
"I haven't set a departure time yet."
"That's good."
Director Du clasped Chen Feng's hands: "Mr. Chen, let's meet in a couple of days. If Mr. Chen is interested, we can discuss cooperation. Okay?"
"Alright, then let's meet in a few days."
Chen Feng nodded readily.
Dongguan Zai, still touching his neck, had a bewildered look on his face.
Do ordinary people have such great hand strength?
And how could he press so precisely on the carotid artery?
In that spot, if you accidentally apply too much force, a person could be squeezed to death.
What was Chen Feng thinking?
Did he really want to squeeze him to death?