There was no suspense.
Lin Zu agreed.
He knew in his heart that Chen Feng wasn't giving him a choice, but rather an incredibly tempting way out.
Others didn't know, but Lin Zu did.
Was Chen Feng, as he was today, an ordinary person?
Not at all.
This guy had gambling businesses in Hong Kong and Macau behind him.
He was the one in charge.
No one knew how Chen Feng had managed to reach that position, but it was the truth.
The grand gamble between Chen Feng and He Yingsheng had already established his absolute status as the Gambling King of Hong Kong and Macau.
Now, if he wanted to start a company, wouldn't it be as easy as flipping a hand?
What was rare was that Chen Feng, despite possessing such invisible wealth and status, was not arrogant or conceited; he still took such good care of his old classmate.
This was simply incredible.
Therefore, Lin Zu was utterly convinced.
Working for Chen Feng was not shameful.
Whether it was his abilities outside the industry or his acting skills within it, he commanded respect.
Thus, the two of them drank heartily.
After three rounds of drinks.
Lin Zu suddenly remembered something and looked at Chen Feng, saying, "Oh, right, A Feng, Sister Liang seems to have gone to Yanjing. Haven't you been back all this time?"
"No."
Chen Feng shook his head. "Is she going to Yanjing for business?"
"No, to settle down."
Chen Feng's hand stiffened, and he looked up at Lin Zu in surprise.
Lin Zu said with a half-smile, "Sister Liang has settled down in Yanjing. Anyone who isn't an idiot can see that she went there for you."
Chen Feng: "..."
"Oh, right. What about Rosa?"
Lin Zu suddenly thought of Rosa again. "Where is your little wildcat? Have you two also been seeing each other less and less? I advise you to get her by your side quickly. Otherwise, if too much time passes, you two will also break up."
"We already broke up."
Chen Feng helplessly recounted Rosa's family matters, then sighed and said, "I respect her choice. And I can't possibly abandon my career to go find her, so this is the only way."
Lin Zu stared blankly at Chen Feng, and after a long while, he murmured, "Sigh, what a pity. I thought Rosa was a really good girl."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Come, drink."
"Okay, drink. We're both fallen souls, cheers."
"At least I wasn't the one who got dumped."
"A Feng, you're going too far now. No personal attacks."
"Less nonsense, hurry up and drink. Are you raising fish?"
"I can't drink anymore, I have a scene this afternoon."
"Breach of contract."
"Huh?"
"I said breach of contract. I'll pay your penalty. What kind of a damn assistant director is that guy? His insults are truly disgusting. I'm telling you, you must breach the contract."
"..."
"Scared?"
"Whoever's scared is a grandson."
"Alright, Azu. How much is the penalty? I'll withdraw cash later, and you just throw the money in that assistant director's face and loudly tell him, 'I quit.' Do you dare?"
"...A Feng, are you drunk?"
"Still scared."
"Holy crap, whoever's scared is a son of a bitch. You lend me the money first, and I'll pay you back when I make money. Damn it, that old bastard has been cursing me for a week. Watch me throw it in his face today."
"Okay, it's settled then."
"..."
"..."
"A Feng, thank you, I feel much better."
"Haha, don't mention it."
"A Feng, I thought with your background, you'd definitely become arrogant. I really didn't expect you to still be the same as before."
"Don't worry, my eyes will always be looking forward. Identity, status, and money are all external things; only one's abilities are truly one's own."
"I understand."
"Come on, let's keep drinking."
"A Feng, my penalty might be five hundred thousand. I... If I drink any more, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it."
"Is your brain filled with water?"
"Huh?"
"I said your brain is filled with water. Are you really planning to hit someone with money? What if you hit them and accidentally kill them, and then the police arrest you? I'm telling you, I don't use artists with bad records."
"..."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"A Feng, didn't you just tell me to hit him?"
"I just wanted you to regain some spirit and cheer up. Did you really take it seriously? If you throw five hundred thousand in someone's face, what if you accidentally kill them? You're really... your brain is fried."
"Holy crap..."
"You're not convinced?"
"I am, I am. I swear, I'm realizing you're becoming more and more devious now. I can't beat you, so I'll drink. Is drinking okay?"
"Drink, but don't raise fish."
"..."
...
The two of them ate for three hours.
The afternoon scene was ruined.
When the assistant director of the crew called to urge Lin Zu, Lin Zu, fueled by alcohol, directly roared, "Urge your mother, I quit. Your mouth is like you ate shit, I've been there for a week, and you've cursed me for a week. What did I do to you? Are extras not human? Damn it, I'm not acting anymore, get lost."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Chen Feng, across from him, looked at him with a half-smile. "You're awesome."
"I've gone all out. No breaking, no building."
Lin Zu, his face flushed, picked up the beer and chugged it directly from the bottle.
Chen Feng blinked. "How do you plan to pay the five hundred thousand penalty?"
"Pfft!"
Lin Zu spat out a mouthful of old wine.
Then he coughed violently.
He choked.
After finally calming down, he said with a troubled expression, "Sigh, if worst comes to worst, I'll go back and admit defeat. At most, he'll just curse me out."
"Mmm, a true man can bend and stretch. Come, let's continue drinking."
Chen Feng raised his glass.
Lin Zu suddenly looked at Chen Feng and tentatively asked, "A Feng, with your current wealth and background, you must be very rich, right? Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions? Or tens of billions?"
"Are you talking about the money from Hong Kong and Macau?"
"Yes, yes."
Chen Feng shrugged. "So far, not a single cent."
"Ah?"
Lin Zu was stunned.
"I only have dividends there. I don't get involved in or manage the casino business. I only hold shares, do you understand? So, until the settlement day, I don't have any money at all."
Lin Zu immediately slumped. "Then I'm done for. I was still thinking of really borrowing five hundred thousand from you to breach the contract."
Chen Feng asked curiously, "What kind of contract did you sign with them? Why is the penalty so expensive? Most extras don't sign contracts at all, do they? They get paid daily. You're not just an ordinary extra, are you?"
"No."
Lin Zu rubbed his face and murmured, "I actually signed a small special contract, 500 a day. This was even through Sister Song's connections to get into the crew. But there were very few lines. That assistant director seemed to know that Sister Song and I broke up, so he was especially 'caring' towards me. Haha, he'd seize every opportunity to humiliate me. It's as if I stole his woman or something."
"The penalty for a small special contract is that expensive?"
Chen Feng asked, puzzled.
"Not for a formal contract. But I signed an informal contract, a contract that the assistant director temporarily changed. I guess he was targeting me. But at first, I didn't take it seriously. Anyway, I wanted to work in the crew, so I just endured it. It was five hundred a day, after all. What kind of job can earn five hundred a day now? Just endure it and it'll pass."
Hearing this, Chen Feng finally understood the whole story.
At this point, the two of them had mostly finished eating.
Chen Feng called the waiter to pay the bill.
Walking out of the hotpot restaurant, Lin Zu let out a long breath, mentally preparing himself to go back and be scolded.
Suddenly, Chen Feng turned and started walking, saying, "Come on, let's go out."
"For what?"
Lin Zu was startled.
"To get you money."
"Huh?"
"To get you money, I'll lend you that five hundred thousand."
"Holy crap, A Feng, didn't you say you don't have money right now?"
Chen Feng glanced at him. "If you're asking about Hong Kong and Macau, of course I don't have money. But I have my own money. Did you forget the big red envelope my mom gave me?"
"Oh, right, I almost forgot."
Lin Zu followed him, surprised. "A Feng, where did your family get so much money? I remember your mom works at a grain and oil store, doesn't she? And your dad is a Carpenter, right?"
"Yes."
"Then isn't that crazy? Just casually giving you a red envelope of three million?"
Chen Feng smiled. "I have a grandfather who's had Alzheimer's for many years, and he suddenly became lucid a while ago. He said there were a lot of treasures buried in the backyard of our old house, so he took my parents to dig for them. And they really dug up quite a few treasures."
Lin Zu: "...Are you kidding me?"
Chen Feng shrugged. "It's true, believe it or not."
Lin Zu: "Those treasures only sold for three million?"
Chen Feng: "More than three million. Experts say those treasures are worth over a hundred million. So my dad and mom are now nouveaux riches, and I'm the son of nouveaux riches."
Lin Zu: "..."
What a load of nonsense.
Believe that and you're the son!
