Chapter 102: A Billion in Pay—Not Bad

“Chen Yufeng, I never imagined you’d actually… truly be this remarkable.”
Only after regaining her composure did Liu Teling let out a heavy sigh, gazing at Chen Yufeng’s retreating figure with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
He’d just pretended to be incapable in front of me, and then suddenly stunned everyone with his action—he really is the king of pretense.
Some habits just can’t be changed.
Thankfully, it all ended without incident—a mere scare. Had the explosives gone off, the consequences would have been unimaginable…
“Hands on your head, don’t move!”
Immediately, several male officers rushed toward Cheng Jian, who was teetering on the edge of collapse, and easily subdued him.
At this moment, Gao Hong felt as though he’d returned from the brink of death, having walked once through the gates of hell; recalling the dangerous scene just now, his heart still raced in fear.
Seeing that Cheng Jian, who nearly blew him up, was now restrained by the officers, Gao Hong snorted coldly and stormed over, kicking him in the back and roaring furiously,
“You worthless wretch, you nearly killed me—wait to rot in prison, damn you!”
“Heaven is unjust! Why, why is this happening?”
Cheng Jian glared at Gao Hong with hatred, wishing he could punch him to death, but with several officers holding him firmly, he was powerless, forced to stare helplessly.
“You dare glare at me, you lowlife? If you’re dissatisfied, come hit me!”
Gao Hong shouted while kicking Cheng Jian again.
“What are you doing? Stop that!” The officers hurried to intervene.
Had they not stopped him, Gao Hong might have kicked Cheng Jian to death.
“You lousy director, you won’t die a good death…”
Cheng Jian’s hatred was boundless, but no matter how much he hated, it wouldn’t change his fate—prison awaited him, and he even considered suicide within its walls.
He was simply unwilling that he couldn’t drag this damn director down with him.
“It’s all you—you ruined everything for me…”
Aside from Gao Hong, the person Cheng Jian now hated most was Chen Yufeng, who had spoiled his plans; he wished for him to be struck by a car or lightning at every turn…
“Ah—who, who the hell kicked me?”
Gao Hong, who was provoking Cheng Jian, suddenly felt a sharp pain as someone kicked his backside. He turned abruptly, only to find Chen Yufeng standing behind him.
“You little punk—”
“What little punk? If I hadn’t saved you just now, would you still be alive?”
Chen Yufeng had no fondness for directors like Gao Hong; his intervention to prevent the explosion was not to save him, but to earn reward points, and incidentally to rescue the pitiful Cheng Jian.
Thinking back on the harrowing moment, Gao Hong was still terrified—he’d nearly lost his life.

His pants were still damp.
He stared blankly at Chen Yufeng, lost for words.
It was undeniable: this extraordinary young man had saved him. Otherwise, he’d have been blasted to the heavens…
Considering this, Gao Hong swallowed the curse he was about to utter, forcing a smile at Chen Yufeng:
“My young friend, honestly, I’ve been a director for years, but it’s the first time I’ve met someone as skilled as you—your looks aren’t bad either. I’d like to make you a star, guarantee you fame and fortune. How about signing with my company?”
As a director, Gao Hong saw Chen Yufeng’s potential; with the right packaging, he’d surely become hugely popular.
“You’re inviting me to act?” Chen Yufeng asked offhandedly.
“Mm…”
Gao Hong nodded, looking at Chen Yufeng with seriousness. “To be precise, I want to make you a martial arts superstar.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Chen Yufeng seemed reluctant, smiling as he replied, “Alright, since you’re so sincere, I’ll give you a chance. I’ll take your job. I’ve heard acting pays well—those top stars earn tens of millions, even hundreds of millions per film, right?”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“So, how much are you offering me?”
“My young friend, let’s not rush about money; we’ll discuss that in detail…”
Gao Hong felt a bit annoyed—so many people offer money to be made stars by him, and now he’s offering to make Chen Yufeng famous, which should be an honor. Yet, before anything has begun, Chen Yufeng is already talking about money?
Does he think his skills alone entitle him to act so arrogantly?
“Enough!”
Chen Yufeng impatiently cut him off:
“Are you stupid? If you’re not urgent about money, why would I accept your job? Listen, since you’re perceptive and not entirely clueless, I won’t ask too much.”
It was the first time Gao Hong had been called stupid to his face, and he was deeply displeased.
If not for the fact that he couldn’t beat Chen Yufeng—and that Chen Yufeng had just saved his life—he’d have slapped him already.
Now he could only swallow his anger, probing, “Then how much do you want for your fee?”
“Uh…”
Pausing, Chen Yufeng looked calmly at him. “Not much—just an upfront payment of one billion.”
“One billion? An advance payment, too? Are you kidding me?”
This remark sparked the expected commotion.
The crew and actors were all beside themselves, staring at him as if he were insane.

What an international joke—even the biggest Hollywood stars wouldn’t dare ask for that kind of fee.
We admit you’re skilled and admirable, but to demand one billion for a single film—you’re taking yourself far too seriously!
Across the entire entertainment industry, which leading actor has ever asked for a billion, and as an advance, no less?
“Are you playing me? One billion? On what grounds?”
Feeling mocked, Gao Hong’s expression turned cold; his fists clenched, and he was on the verge of losing control.
But when Chen Yufeng shot him a fierce glance, he instantly went weak, his temper evaporating.
Chen Yufeng ignored the surrounding chatter, remaining calm and looking at Gao Hong:
“Because I am Chen Yufeng—isn’t that name enough?”
“You… how brazen can you be.”
Gao Hong gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could smash Chen Yufeng with a brick. Who did he think he was?
“Ah, Director Gao, today I’m willing to lower myself for your job; this is your moment of glory, your bragging rights in the future. Yet you don’t appreciate the opportunity—what am I to say?”
Hearing this, the crew, actors, and onlookers nearly spat blood.
Damn, this guy is such a show-off! If not for his fighting skills, someone would’ve smashed him with a brick already.
Does he really think he’s Superman, or what? He’s just a passerby with some martial arts—so what?
One billion—does he think his skills are worth that much?
Chen Yufeng didn’t know that, in the eyes of Gao Hong and the crew, he’d already been labeled as naïve and foolish.
Gao Hong didn’t bother to say another word, grunted twice, and turned to leave.
“Director Gao, wait.”
Chen Yufeng quickly called after him. Gao Hong, annoyed, turned around and snapped, “What do you want? Speak quickly.”
“Uh… here’s the situation.”
Chen Yufeng looked at him and said seriously, “I’d like you to give Cheng Jian a decent role—let him prove himself. Just do me this favor, alright?”
“Hmph, do you a favor? I gave you a chance earlier, and you didn’t appreciate it. Now you want me to give that wretch an opportunity? Who do you think you are?”
Gao Hong was irritated just seeing Chen Yufeng now, and sneered:
“Don’t think you can ask for anything just because you saved me. At most, I’ll let your disturbance here slide and won’t pursue responsibility. Anything else? Don’t even think about it—no discussion.”