How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 12 Fame and Fortune
The art exams haven't started yet and the winter vacation hasn't ended yet, but the gate of the Beijing Film Academy is extremely lively. Countless people are standing on the sidewalk on one side of the gate, and the long line stretches as far as the eye can see.

Seeing this scene, no matter whether they came to take photos or just passed by, they all felt curious.

Is Beijing Film Academy starting school early?

"Mom, just come with me."

"Where are you going? Please explain clearly."

"Mom, I met a very good teacher outside the Beijing Film Academy. He saw right away that I could dance folk dance and said that I had a good command of lines and was more suitable to be an actor than a dancer."

"How many times have I told you not to mention being an actor? Your grandmother and I both come from a dance background. You have dancers in your blood. We all hope that you can become an outstanding dancer. You are still young. You must trust your mother and don't believe what outsiders say. They are all liars."

"But I..."

Han Zhixue clenched her fists tightly and was about to continue persuading her mother when she suddenly saw a lot of people appear in front of her. They were queuing and extending all the way to the direction of the Beijing Film Academy.

A hint of confusion appeared on her face. She remembered that when she left just now, there seemed to be no such team, let alone so many people.

And looking at the people queuing up, they seem to be art exam candidates and their parents.

what's the situation?
Is the art exam brought forward?

I didn’t receive any notification!
Just as she was wondering, she saw a girl of the same age as her standing at the end of the line with her parents, a look of joy on her face.

"Hello, classmate."

Han Zhixue walked over, looked at the girl curiously and asked, "What are you doing queuing here?"

"There's a very good art exam teacher in front of me. I'm here to line up and ask him a few questions." The girl said truthfully after hearing this.

Han Zhixue was delighted, her intuition told her that the art exam teacher the other party mentioned was the famous art exam teacher she had met before.

So, she turned around happily, looked at her mother behind her and said, "Mom, this is the art exam teacher I'm talking about."

Mother Han remained unmoved and snorted coldly, "A truly capable art exam teacher would set up a stall on the roadside? You must be careful and don't get fooled."

"Free consultation, no charge," said the girl.

"Little boy, you have to understand one thing: there is no free lunch in the world," Mother Han reminded.

The girl was choked and didn't know what to say. She muttered, "Forget it if you don't believe it," then turned around and continued to queue.

The girl's father behind him retorted, "Have you ever seen an art exam teacher who does anti-fraud propaganda while providing free consultation?"

Mother Han was stunned when she heard this. "Anti-fraud propaganda? What anti-fraud propaganda?"

"Isn't the Beijing Film Academy art exam coming up soon? There are so many out-of-town art exam students and parents here taking photos and checking in. I think this teacher is worried that people will be deceived, so she put a loudspeaker next to her and played some art exam scam tricks on a loop."

"Yeah!"

A parent in the queue ahead of him chimed in, "That's what I noticed, so I wanted to consult him about the art exam."

Mother Han pursed her lips and thought to herself: This art exam teacher is really different.

"What did you just say?"

A woman in her sixties, who was about three or four meters away, turned back from the team and asked in surprise, "What is this team for?"

"Art exam consultation, free art exam consultation."

After hearing this, the aunt was stunned for a moment, then walked out of the line, muttering, "After all this time, it was free art exam consultation. I thought it was free eggs. Sigh."

"..."

The team moved forward slowly. After waiting for almost an hour, Han Zhixue finally saw the teacher again.

At the same time, some voices were heard coming from the teacher.

"The art exam is coming soon, beware of scams. We kindly remind all art exam candidates to beware of the following scams..."

Han Zhixue sighed in her heart: What a positive teacher!
Seeing her daughter engrossed in the art exam, and thinking of her usually quiet daughter's happy look when she returned to the hotel, Mother Han couldn't help but turn her attention to the art exam teacher not far away.

First impression, young and handsome.

But then doubts arose.

You are so young, can you do it?

Like teachers and doctors, the older they are, the more sense of security they give people.

The team moved forward a little further, and the distance was just enough to hear the conversation between parents and teachers.

"Teacher, do you think my child can pass the performing arts exam of Beijing Film Academy?" The male parent who asked the question was wearing a sable suit, had a beer belly, and wore several rings on his short and thick fingers, some green, some red, and some yellow, looking very wealthy.

Mother Han raised her eyebrows slightly. Firstly, she didn't like this kind of nouveau riche, and secondly, the other party's questions were too unprofessional.

How could this person be here to consult about the art exam? It's clearly a fortune-teller.

She stretched her head to look at the son of the nouveau riche. He was slightly plump, with strong limbs. He just stood there casually, and people would believe he was a bodyguard.

Do you also want to apply for the acting department?

She has no prejudice against this kind of body shape. Actors should be tall, short, fat, thin, ugly, and handsome. But in top performing arts schools like Beijing Film Academy, Huaxi Opera, and Shanghai Opera, are there always handsome men and beautiful women among the admitted students?

Mother Han looked at the young teacher again, wanting to see how he would answer.

"Hanging!"

"Hanging? That means there's still hope for my son." The rich man smiled and said happily, "Teacher, since you think there's hope, could you help him with some more training? Just give me an amount, one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is no problem. If my son can get into the Beijing Film Academy in the future, I'll reward you another one hundred thousand."

Mother Han couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"Suspense" is obviously a comforting statement, but you can't even hear that?
A training fee of one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is indeed not a small amount, and a reward of one hundred thousand also sounds generous, but considering the requirement of getting into Beijing Film Academy, this amount of money is simply a joke.

If you can get into Beijing Film Academy, I believe there will be many parents willing to pay, let alone one or two million, even one or two million.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Zhang Wen's eyes, then disappeared in a flash.

He likes to make friends with rich people.

It’s just that there are a lot of parents around now, so I can’t show too much happiness, let alone reveal my love and desire for money.

He wanted to create an appearance that he regarded money as dirt in exchange for the trust of more students and parents.

Money has to be earned.

You also need to earn fame.

Zhang Wen did not directly answer the rich man's words, but turned to look at the rich man's son beside him. Although this kid did not have acting skills, he still had other skills.

"Are you sure you want to study acting?" Zhang Wen asked.

There was a strange flash in the little fat boy's eyes. He glanced secretly at his father beside him, then nodded.

Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes after seeing this, "I don't believe it!"

When these words were spoken, not only the little fat boy and his father were stunned, but even the people queuing behind him were puzzled.

The parties involved have already nodded, what is there to not believe?
Zhang Wen pulled out a copy of the "Art Exam Handbook" from his bag, then looked at the fat boy and said, "Use this. I bet your goal isn't the acting department! If you win, I'll give you this handbook for free. If I win, I'll give you one of your dad's rings. How about that?"

"..."

The people around looked at the "Art Exam Handbook" in the teacher's hand, then at the ring on the rich man's finger, and were all speechless for a moment.

A copy of "Art Exam Handbook" is only 299 yuan, and the ring costs at least tens of thousands of yuan. This bet is not fair at all.

However, Han's mother, who has been paying attention to the situation, doesn't think so.

The value of the bets did vary greatly, but the content of the bet was heavily tilted in favor of the fat man.

Because, as long as the fat boy takes out his admission ticket and looks at his application information, the winner will be very clear.

It seems to be an unfair bet for the fat boy, but in fact it is very disadvantageous to the teacher.

"Haha, teacher, you are doomed to lose!"

The rich man came to his senses and laughed, then reached out and nudged the child next to him, "Son, isn't the admission ticket in your bag? Take it out and show it to the teacher."

Everyone shook their heads after hearing this, and some parents who were watching couldn't help but laugh when they saw the rollover scene.

With this level, how can you be a famous teacher in art exams?
For a moment, everyone was waiting to see the joke.

However, the chubby classmate who decided the outcome stood there indifferently, with a bit of nervousness on his face.

He looked around nervously, finally stole a glance at his father uneasily, and lowered his head deeply.

The rich man saw that his son didn't move, so he urged him, "Son, what are you daydreaming about?"

Xiaopang shuddered all over, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his head. He said with a sad face, "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't apply for the acting major. I'm not suitable to be an actor with my appearance!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)