My Healing Games

Chapter 485 I was already a building manager when I reached level 10 (4000 votes, please vote for me)
Han Fei himself was particularly averse to joining an entertainment company, which President Li believed was because his previous company had not treated him well.

He specifically invited Director Zhang this time, firstly to discuss cooperation, and secondly because of Han Fei.

He wanted to build a closer relationship through cooperation, and if the movie became a big hit, he would then bring Han Fei into his company.

Before the party started, Han Fei was very aloof, but after Xia Yilan sat down next to him, Han Fei, who suffers from social anxiety, became noticeably more talkative.

Mr. Li noticed all of this and kept giving Xia Yilan meaningful glances.

Although Xia Yilan's acting skills are not good, she has very high emotional intelligence and is good at reading people. She can sense that Han Fei seems to care about her a lot.

During the film festival preview, Han Fei had approached her and struck up a conversation, which made her feel that Han Fei seemed very willing to communicate with her.

Thinking of this, she felt a mix of happiness and disdain. Men are all the same; no matter how aloof they may be, their hearts will still flutter when they encounter something beautiful.

Xia Yilan chatted enthusiastically with Han Fei, but perhaps because Han Fei was too dedicated, after learning that the movie was related to plastic surgery, he kept asking Xia Yilan questions about plastic surgery.

In order not to damage her image in Han Fei's eyes, Xia Yilan spoke freely and was extremely kind.

She wanted to win over Han Fei, but Han Fei always wanted to send her in.

Living with someone else's face is just acting every day.

This penthouse box is a miniature arena of fame and fortune. At the main table sit President Li, Director Zhang, and other guests. The actors at the side table look to be around the same age as Han Fei, but they are just part of the atmosphere team. Occasionally, they glance at Han Fei and Xia Yilan with a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

The sounds of singing, music, and clinking glasses filled the air, and everyone was laughing and talking about all sorts of things.

Amidst the extravagance and revelry, Han Fei remained remarkably single-minded, constantly pestering Xia Yilan with questions about precautions for plastic surgery and the various tragedies that had occurred as a result.

In a battle of wits, Xia Yilan smiled happily, thinking that no one would know about her past, but she ended up revealing a lot of information to Han Fei.

Xia Yilan not only didn't realize it, but she also thought that Han Fei might be infatuated with her. A man who never liked to talk was clumsily creating topics in front of her and constantly chatting about a movie that hadn't even started filming yet. What else could it be but a crush?
There were even younger female artists from Star Chart Entertainment at the nearby rest area and entertainment facilities, but Han Fei didn't even glance at them. Thinking about this, Xia Yilan became even more certain of her idea.

She seemed to be drunk, and moved closer to Han Fei, but Han Fei leaned back slightly, and his nostrils twitched slightly.

This cute and shy gesture made Xia Yilan find Han Fei even more interesting. Just as she was about to say something more, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

"Oh!"

A burly man, over 1.8 meters tall, stood at the door. He was dressed in designer casual wear, with clearly defined muscles and a solid lower body, indicating that he was a trained fighter.

The man had a strip of cloth stuck to his left shoulder, and a pair of sunglasses hanging in his shirt pocket. He walked with an arrogant air.

"Mr. Li, why didn't you invite me when you were entertaining your guests!"

The burly man had a loud voice that drowned out the noisy music.

Upon seeing him enter, the young actors from Xingtu Entertainment immediately became obedient, and those who were still singing quickly stopped.

“Old Wu? I saw you were filming and was worried you were working too hard, so I didn’t want to bother you.” General Manager Li stood up and began to introduce Wu Wei to Director Zhang: “Wu Wei is the most senior and highest-ranking actor in our company. He’s a real tough guy who doesn’t use a stunt double even for the most dangerous scenes.”

"I've heard of him. We might collaborate sometime in the future." Director Zhang wasn't too concerned about Wu Wei. He knew many action stars, and given the intense competition in the film industry, action stars were all working incredibly hard to cultivate a persona of not using stunt doubles.

"Hello, Director Zhang." Wu Wei greeted Director Zhang first, then looked at Han Fei and Xia Yilan sitting together.

Licked his teeth and sat down on the other side of Xia Yilan. He tried to strike up a conversation with her, but Xia Yilan's attention was focused on Han Fei.

Han Fei didn't care at all about how the atmosphere would change; all he could think about was taking down the plastic surgery hospital and unifying the Deep World. So he kept talking to Xia Yilan about things related to plastic surgery.

Once or twice was fine, but over time, veins started to appear on the back of Wuwei's hand as he held the glass.

He suddenly filled the two glasses in front of him with baijiu (Chinese liquor), then interrupted Han Fei and Xia Yilan's conversation with one of the glasses: "Brother, I heard that you jumped from the fourth floor in 'The Suspense Novelist' and landed precisely within the safety net?"

Han Fei didn't think it was anything to boast about; he simply nodded.

"Many of our professional stunt actors wouldn't dare to try this easily, how could you, a horror movie actor, do it without a stunt double?" Wu Wei's tone was questioning, but his face was still smiling. He placed a full glass of baijiu in front of Han Fei: "Come on, let's have a toast."

Han Fei glanced at the glass of baijiu and shook his head. He needed to play games that night and had to keep a clear head: "I have something to do tonight, so I can't drink."

Wu Wei never expected to be rejected so decisively. You have to know that Han Fei is just a newcomer who suddenly became popular. Including "The Suspense Novelist" which has not yet been released, he only has two works.

So crazy?
"If you're driving, the hotel will arrange a designated driver for you." Wu Wei barely managed to remain calm, and said in a half-joking tone, "It's just a glass of baijiu, you wouldn't refuse me that much face, would you?"

Wuwei speaks with the boldness typical of a martial arts actor, but in reality, he is a petty and narrow-minded person.

He was originally the most popular actor in Star Chart Entertainment, and the company was going to do everything it could to promote him this year. But suddenly the leadership wanted to poach a newcomer and have that newcomer star in a movie that was in the works for the second half of the year. He was furious when he thought about it.

The singing had stopped, and the young actors all secretly glanced at the main table.

Wuwei stood beside the seat, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

President Li was surprised by this turn of events. Director Zhang, who was standing next to him, quickly gave Bai Xian a look, hoping that he could smooth things over for Han Fei. But before Bai Xian could speak, Han Fei casually said, "Do I know you? Why should I give you face?"

Just as Han Fei had gained Xia Yilan's trust and was about to find out which sanatorium she had been to that she was most satisfied with, Wu Wei suddenly stood up to offer a toast, which made Han Fei somewhat unhappy.

"Kid, you can't be so arrogant just because you've achieved a little success. I can tell Director Zhang really admires you; he praises your dedication to everyone he meets, even saying you jumped from the fourth floor to a tree and landed safely in the safety net. Only laymen would find that impressive. I'm a stuntman by trade." Wu Wei was already seething with anger, and Han Fei's bluntness gave him the perfect opportunity to vent: "You're lucky to have gained Director Zhang's favor, but you keep using luck as a pretext for self-promotion, which is disgusting."

After Han Fei and Wu Wei finished speaking, Han Fei glanced at his watch; it was time for him to go back to playing games.

"Some people always attribute what others can do to luck." Han Fei buttoned up his coat. "I can't jump off a building right now to prove it to you, so how about this?"

He extended his hand to Wuwei: "It was indeed a bit impolite of me not to drink your wine. Now I'll shake your hand to make peace, and we can also test our grip strength. You can use as much force as you like until you calm down."

Seeing Han Fei's outstretched hand, Wu Wei did not want to shake hands with Han Fei like that.

"You're a martial arts actor, and I'm a comedian. You're not scared, are you?" Han Fei had a simple smile on his face. He would show this same smile before killing ghosts in the deep world. It was as warm as it could be.

"You two calm down, it's just a glass of wine, I'll drink it for you." Bai Xian picked up Han Fei's glass of baijiu. He was more nervous than anyone else present because he had seen Han Fei fight before. He wasn't worried about Han Fei being bullied, but rather that Han Fei might accidentally knock Wu Wei unconscious.

"Young people need to be taught a lesson so they can go further." Wu Wei didn't even wait for Bai Xian to go for a drink before grabbing Han Fei's hand, afraid that if he was a step too slow, someone would come to his rescue.

After he finished speaking, the veins on his arm suddenly bulged, and he exerted force as if he wanted to cripple Han Fei's hand.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, looking at Han Fei with excited eyes, but Han Fei just smiled innocently, without even frowning.

The excitement in his eyes slowly turned into unease. Wu Wei had used all his strength and wanted to pull his hand away, but at that moment he suddenly realized that he could not pull his hand back at all.

"The better the relationship, the stronger the handshake. I hope you can forgive my impetuousness just now." Han Fei's five fingers clenched instantly, and Wu Wei's hand deformed almost at the same time. The sound of bones breaking was unusually crisp in the private room.

"Let go! Damn it!" A sharp pain shot through him. Wu Wei swung his other hand directly at Han Fei's face, but before his hand could even touch Han Fei, he was kicked in the knee, and his tall body was forced to kneel on the ground.

"I gave you a chance, how could you be so useless? You, an action actor, can't even beat me, a comedian? Who's the one creating this persona between us?"

With so many people watching, Wu Wei gritted his teeth. He was certain that Han Fei wouldn't dare to do anything to him. He was about to say something threatening when Han Fei lowered his voice and spoke again.

"Do you want to kneel on the ground with your other leg as well?"

Following the sound, Wu Wei looked up and felt as if there was a thick darkness behind Han Fei, almost suffocating him. It seemed to be a kind of suppression of his personality.

"The student surpasses the teacher; I never imagined that today's young people would be so capable. I can't deny that I'm getting old." Wu Wei endured the pain, lowered his head, and said these words.

"I have something to do tonight, so I'll be leaving now." Han Fei finally let go of Wu Wei's hand: "We can spar again sometime."

"Let me rest for a while before we talk." Wu Wei's expression was relatively normal, but he was kneeling on the ground when he answered Han Fei, as he was still unable to stand up.

Han Fei opened the door and walked out, and Bai Xian followed him out as well.

"Han Fei, actually, some things don't necessarily need to be dealt with by force. We can resolve them in a more tactful way. That's what we call being considerate of others."

"I know, but I have things to do tonight and don't have time to waste with him." Han Fei thought Bai Xian was indeed a good person; it was rare to find a second-tier actor with such humility.

"What are you doing tonight? Another case?" Bai Xian didn't know why he would ask an actor these questions so naturally.

"I can't explain it to you in detail." Han Fei walked to the shop entrance. "Since we're already out here, Brother Bai, could you give me a ride?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, Bai Xian shuddered and instinctively gripped his phone tightly: "Damn it, I forgot my wallet in the private room."

After Bai Xian finished speaking, he hurriedly ran back. Han Fei looked at Bai Xian's bulging pants pockets, the outline of which was exactly the shape of a high-end wallet.

Is this what social etiquette is all about?

Han Fei knew that Bai Xian was a little scared, but he thought that if he experienced some things a few more times, he might not be so afraid.

"Brother Huang was also very resistant at first, but he not only overcame his psychological barriers, but also became the number one player. That's how people are; as long as they are willing to make changes, they will definitely make progress as long as they are not scared to death."

Thinking of Huang Ying, Han Fei felt a pang of emotion. He walked to a secluded corner and dialed Huang Ying's number.

The busy signal went off, and Huang Ying answered the phone shortly afterward.

"Brother Huang, have any players died mysteriously in Perfect Life lately? It seems like someone ran into it again last night."

"I was just about to tell you about this." The sound of the machine running came from Huang Ying's end. Not long after, Han Fei received a neatly organized video folder: "After you hang up the phone, watch it quickly. The video file will be automatically destroyed in ten minutes."

"Did something happen?"

"The darkness you are in seems to be calling to players in the shallow world. Last night, two teams of players from the Truth Website entered the labyrinth of Paradise Lost at 4:44 AM, and they still haven't come out yet."

Paradise Lost?

"It's a paradise specially prepared for thrill-seeking players in 'Perfect Life.' It combines all sorts of horror, grotesque, and gory elements. To enter Paradise Lost, you need to verify your identity information, be in good physical health, have a mental threshold of over ten, and be over eighteen years old." Huang Ying described it for a long time, and what he said reminded Han Fei of the amusement park next to the plastic surgery hospital.

"Did you search inside the maze later?"

"The maze is a special structure in Paradise Lost, requiring even stricter requirements to enter. The players trapped inside are all above level ten; they are currently the most elite players. I've put their information in that video file you just saw." Huang Ying has multiple identities in the shallow world and has already infiltrated the management of several organizations.

"They're all above level ten?" Han Fei nodded. "That's good. Ordinary resentment shouldn't be enough to deal with them."

"Brother, how did you come to the conclusion that they can deal with resentment?"

"I became a building manager when I was in level 10. With so many people together, there shouldn't be any major problems."

(End of this chapter)