After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Abandoned office buildings in the old town of the mountain city.

The crew of "Crazy Stone" welcomed Jiang Yichen's last scene.

The mountain city in November was still hot and humid. Several huge industrial exhaust fans whirred at the edge of the film set, dispersing some of the stuffy air.

Chen Hao, sweating profusely, directed the lighting technicians to adjust the camera positions.

In the center of the venue is the meticulously arranged chairman's office.

Behind the large mahogany boss's table, a huge framed calligraphy hangs on the wall in the center.

White background with black lettering, the strokes are sharp and forceful.

It has a huge character for "endurance" written on it.

Jiang Yichen changed into a tight-fitting all-black combat suit and wore half-finger leather gloves.

He stood on the sidelines, slowly moving his wrists and ankles.

Chen Hao raised the megaphone in his hand and cleared his throat.

"All departments, take your positions!"

"Scene 39, Shot 1, Ready!"

"Action!"

The camera slowly zooms in.

Jiang Yichen's character, Mike, is extremely agile. He easily pries open the office door with tools and sneaks in silently.

He kept a low profile and walked straight behind the boss's desk.

He knelt on one knee and began skillfully cracking the safe's combination.

Click.

The heavy metal door of the safe popped open.

Just then, the office overhead light suddenly turned on.

A blinding white light instantly filled the entire room.

The actor playing Chairman Feng, dressed in a sharp suit, emerged from the shadows.

He held a cocked crossbow in his hand, the cold arrowhead pointed directly at Mike's head.

The two men faced off across the large boss's table.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

The camera quickly cuts to a close-up of Jiang Yichen's face. Facing a deadly weapon, Jiang Yichen shows no panic.

He slowly stood up, his eyes sharp, his pupils slightly constricted, his body muscles tense, exuding a dangerous aura that was poised to strike.

Neither of them exchanged a single word; murderous intent simmered in the silence.

Just as Chairman Feng tightened his finger and pulled the trigger, Jiang Yichen also moved!

Relying on the original owner's solid martial arts foundation, he suddenly exerted force from his waist.

Within a very small space, the person executed an extremely skillful sideways dodge.

At the same time, he suddenly jerked his right wrist.

A silver throwing knife flew out of his hand.

call out.

The crossbow bolt flew through the air and pierced Jiang Yichen's left shoulder.

The throwing knife sliced ​​through Chairman Feng's throat with perfect accuracy.

The entire movement was fluid, crisp, and clean.

Mr. Feng's eyes widened, and he tightly covered his neck, which was bleeding profusely, with both hands, making a gurgling sound from his throat.

Then, it fell straight backward.

boom!

A dull thud sounded as the person fell to the ground.

The spot where Chairman Feng fell was directly below that huge character "忍" (patience/endurance).

The blood spread across the floor, creating a striking visual impact.

Behind the monitor, Chen Hao gripped his thigh tightly in excitement.

So cool!

Jiang Ge's action scenes are so good, he doesn't even need a martial arts choreographer! His power and the way he throws knives are more professional than the professionals!

In the footage, Jiang Yichen let out a painful groan and clutched his left shoulder wound tightly.

Cold sweat streamed down his face as he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain.

He reached out his blood-stained left hand and took out the crystal-clear jade from the safe.

I finally got it.

Mike leaned against the edge of the boss's desk, panting heavily, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed his employer's number with one hand.

Ready to deliver the goods, take the money and leave.

Beep...beep...beep...

The dial tone sounded particularly clear in the quiet office.

Followed by.

Ring ring ring—

The black landline phone on the desk suddenly started ringing urgently!

Jiang Yichen was stunned.

He glanced at the cell phone he was dialing, then at the landline ringing on the table.

He pressed the hang-up button with his thumb, disconnecting the phone.

The landline went silent instantly.

He pressed the redial button again.

Ring ring ring—

The landline rang again.

The camera slowly zooms in, giving Jiang Yichen a close-up of his face.

The coldness and composure on his face began to crumble little by little.

Instead, there was an undisguised astonishment.

Her lips began to tremble slightly.

He incredulously reached out his right hand, picked up the landline receiver, and slowly brought it to his right ear.

He held his phone in his left hand and brought it to his mouth.

"Feed".

Jiang Yichen's voice was dry and hoarse.

The next second, his own words, "Feed," came clearly through the landline receiver.

Jiang Yichen's expression froze completely; he finally understood an extremely absurd fact.

The boss who paid him a hefty sum to steal jade from the mountain town.

This is the very same Mr. Feng who just had his throat slit with a throwing knife and was now lying dead in a pool of blood.

The employer is dead.

He worked for nothing.

Not only did he work for nothing, but he also got hit on the shoulder with a heavy crossbow bolt!

Jiang Yichen's legs went weak, and he completely collapsed onto the large boss's chair.

He looked at the piece of emerald green jade in his left hand, then at the corpse on the ground.

He squeezed out that classic line again through gritted teeth.

"I'll fucking swear!"

"Click!"

"Pass! Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Chen Hao jumped up from behind the monitor and clapped excitedly.

The entire crew erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

All the staff were completely captivated by Jiang Yichen's performance just now.

Chen Hao was the first to rush forward and grab Jiang Yichen's arm.

"Brother Jiang! You're a genius!"

"How did they execute that knife-throwing motion? It was so smooth!"

"And that last line—the emotional outburst was absolutely brilliant!"

"His acting skills are far superior to those of today's popular young idols!"

Jiang Yichen pulled his arm away in disgust and stood up from the boss's chair.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

He took the towel handed to him by the stagehand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Have I finished filming all my scenes?"

Chen Hao nodded repeatedly, his face crinkling with smiles.

"Filming wrapped! Brother Jiang, all your scenes are now complete!"

"Next is the wrap-up work for Guo Hai and Dao Ge's line."

Chen Hao rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

"Brother Jiang, I have a strong feeling that our movie is going to be a hit."

"Based on your performance just now, if it were released in theaters, it would definitely make the audience laugh out loud."

Jiang Yichen walked to the monitor and watched the replay.

In the image, his own words, "I'll fucking kill you!" are accompanied by a huge "endure" character on the wall.

It is highly ironic and full of dark humor.

He nodded in satisfaction.

It did capture some of the feeling of a past life.

"Film the rest of the scenes well. If you need more funding, contact Su Yao anytime."

"I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow. There's still a lot of stuff to finish with the new album."

Chen Hao immediately straightened his back and loudly promised.

"Don't worry, Brother Jiang, I guarantee we'll wrap up filming on time and won't hold you back!"

That evening.

The film crew held a simple wrap party for Jiang Yichen at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in the old town of Chongqing.

Authentic beef tallow hot pot.

The chili oil was bubbling and steaming, and the spicy aroma wafted straight into my nose.

Guo Hai, Liu Jun, and several other lead actors took turns coming over with wine glasses to offer a toast.

Jiang Yichen had learned a painful lesson from being laughed at by Gu Ruanxing in the capital last time.

This time, his attitude was extremely firm; he absolutely refused to touch a drop of alcohol.

Throughout the entire event, I held a glass of chilled Wei Yi soy milk and toasted with them.

No matter how Chen Hao tried to persuade him, he remained unmoved.

This body has a terrible alcohol tolerance; he doesn't want to experience that blackout again.

The next morning.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky over the mountain city.

Wearing a black baseball cap and a mask, Jiang Yichen boarded an early morning flight to Beijing alone.