A few elderly people gathered outside the security room, where Su He was seen holding a brush with his foot and writing on the paper prepared by the security guard: "Indifference to fame and fortune."
Although these four characters appeared simple, by the time Su He finished writing the last character, the security guard was dumbfounded.
Su He's writing appeared plain and unadorned, yet it conveyed a profound artistic conception, encompassing the vastness of the universe. It perfectly complemented the theme of indifference to fame and fortune.
In contrast, the characters hanging on the wall were sharp and domineering in brushwork, but they lacked the same depth of meaning.
One middle-aged woman, observing Su He writing with his foot, looked up at the bewildered security guard and said, "Lao Liu, is this your new apprentice? He writes quite well!"
The security guard smiled bitterly and replied, "I'm not qualified to teach him... Young man, you're deliberately embarrassing me by pretending to be weak!"
Su He grinned, grabbed the takeout box, and ran into the residential complex. There were only two minutes left before the order would be considered late, but fortunately, it was on the second floor, and he successfully completed the delivery.
Upon returning to the entrance, several elderly people were still there, discussing and commenting. Su He didn't have time to stay and chat, so he ran out directly.
"Young man... What's your name? You should leave your mark..." the elderly man chased after him, but Su He had already ridden away on his electric scooter.
This scene left the elderly man greatly shocked, repeatedly murmuring, "Indifference to fame and fortune..."
Suddenly, he made a significant decision—to stop collecting fees from delivery drivers in the future.
True calligraphy is not merely written with hands, but with the heart. Characters reflect one's inner self. Those who are petty and calculative can never write the four characters of "indifference to fame and fortune" well.
...
With the acquisition of a universal access card, Su He's efficiency in delivering takeout improved. In the blink of an eye, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The capital truly lived up to its reputation as a metropolis—there were many orders, and the prices were high. In just one afternoon, he earned over four hundred.
Once he became familiar with this area, he believed he could further improve.
Before long, Su He was invited into a group by the station manager, and everyone inside was discussing him.
"The new guy is impressive, huh? He's already in the top three. I don't think Qi God's title is safe anymore..."
"Hey, guys, the new guy is sending out red envelopes!"
"Qi God is a dominant figure on the leaderboard, the living map of the capital. It's not that easy to surpass him!"
...
Someone posted a screenshot of the leaderboard in the group. Su He ranked third with forty-five deliveries. The first spot belonged to a person known as Qi God, Qi Zhenguo. Su He had seen his interview on a short video platform before—a man in his forties with an average monthly income of over thirty thousand, a delivery god from morning till night.
Su He greeted everyone in the group and sent a small red envelope, then immediately set the group to "Do Not Disturb" mode.
At this moment, Elder Brother Feng sent a message.
"Su He, there's a role in a play. The director is looking for a handsome man, and I showed him your photo. The director said to give it a try..."
When Su He didn't reply, Elder Brother Feng continued, "Please, please. The director said that if you come, he'll arrange a role with lines for me."
Elder Brother Feng sent a voice message, his voice filled with excitement and pleading.
Su He pondered for a moment and agreed.
He heard that it was a suspenseful crime-solving drama, which piqued his interest even more. He hopped on his electric scooter and arrived at the Film and TV City.
Elder Brother Feng had been waiting outside for a while, and when he saw Su He, he immediately greeted him with excitement.
"Su He, you better perform well later, don't be nervous..."
"It's your first time acting, the director might scold you a bit, but don't take it to heart."
"Even if the director doesn't think highly of you, don't be disheartened. Rome wasn't built in a day. Let's start as extras together, and someday we'll make a breakthrough..."
As they walked, Elder Brother Feng kept encouraging Su He. In this place, there were too many good-looking men and women, and not everyone could get an opportunity. It wasn't enough to rely on looks alone. Without acting skills, it would be difficult to survive.
Soon, the two entered a chaotic set. A Mediterranean-looking man was raging furiously. The reason was that an actor for a certain role had caused some trouble and didn't show up. Today's scenes were crucial, and the male and female lead actors, who were big stars, were currently in the dressing room doing their makeup. They had only half an hour left before shooting.
"Director, this is my friend, Su He..." Elder Brother Feng had a smile on his face, but combined with his appearance, it was disgustingly unsettling.
Yu Qing was the director of this TV drama, "Dark Night Walker," and it was the script he was most satisfied with this year. It told the story of an undercover police officer's pursuit of truth and self-redemption.
When he saw Su He for the first time, he waved his hand and said, "No, you have no presence at all. You can't play the role..."
Yu Qing didn't want to waste time and impatiently continued, "Go find the production crew to reimburse your travel expenses. Let's go!"
Su He didn't expect to be rejected by the director with just one glance on his first day on set.
"Let's go, Su He. There are still many background roles. I'll try to get one for you..." Elder Brother Feng saw Su He dazed and pulled him towards the exit, but he couldn't move him.
"I can do it." Su He looked calmly at Yu Qing.
Seeing that Su He didn't leave, Yu Qing sneered, "Kid, you're too conceited. I've directed so many dramas, and I can tell if someone is suitable or not at a glance. You should go back to delivering your takeout..."
Su He was wearing a delivery uniform, but what Yu Qing wanted was someone with a rich second-generation aura, handsome in appearance but with a dark heart. Charisma is something innate, and Su He clearly didn't possess it.
"What can you act?" Su He didn't leave. He hadn't even started acting, and he was already dismissed. Since the director asked him to come, it meant that his appearance and age were suitable. As for acting skills, how could they be determined at a glance?
Seeing that the two didn't leave, a production crew member walked over and shouted loudly, "Do you have no sense of urgency? Get out of here quickly, or you won't be able to make it in the film and TV industry anymore..."
The crew member tried to pull Su He, but found that he couldn't move him. In a sudden burst of strength, Su He grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and gently pushed him down. Fortunately, there was a mat on the floor, so he wasn't injured.
"What can you act?"
Su He remained unfazed by the surrounding gazes. He wasn't relying on acting to make a living, so he could simply walk away if needed. However, before leaving, he wanted to know why he couldn't get any roles.
Yu Qing was somewhat surprised by Su He's skills, but quickly regained composure and handed him a script without hesitation. He asked, "Rich second generation, can you act?"
Su He ignored Yu Qing and quickly glanced through the script. Then, he took the sunglasses hanging on Yu Qing's chest, sat down on a nearby chair, and picked up a bottle of mineral water. He tasted it as if it were fine wine and slowly poured it on the ground while delivering one of the lines.
"Whoever can lick the alcohol off the floor will receive a sports car..."
Still wearing his delivery uniform, using a mineral water bottle as a wine glass, Su He's portrayal of the arrogant and domineering nature of a rich second-generation was vivid and lifelike.
The next moment, Su He stood up and walked towards Yu Qing with a smile on his face. He grinned and said, "Get down on the ground and bark like a dog, or I'll have ten men beat you to death!"
Su He's face was smiling, but the line he delivered made Yu Qing clench his buttocks, and the coldness in his eyes sent shivers down his spine.
"Do you think I still have a chance?"
Su He quickly broke character and looked at Yu Qing.
Yu Qing stared at Su He in disbelief. He had actually felt fear just now, but now his eyes brightened, and he immediately said, "Very good, it's you. Production crew, take him to the makeup room..."
"Wait, aren't we going to talk about the money?" Su He looked at Yu Qing.
At this moment, a staff member on the side said, "Five hundred per day, plus travel expenses..."
"In that case, I might as well go back to delivering takeout..."
Su He turned around and walked away. Elder Brother Feng, who had just come out of Su He's performance, was greatly shocked. Five hundred a day? Has Su He gone mad? Why would he still deliver takeout?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
