Chapter 23: Staying Up Late to Steal Vegetables

In the room, Qi Hui had gauze taped to his forehead, and a faint scent of antiseptic alcohol lingered on his body.

The arch of his left eyebrow was split, and the physician had stitched it 3 times.

However, there was good news: the wound was small and treated in time, so it would not leave a very obvious scar.

"At least I didn't get disfigured..." Qi Hui let out a breath of relief; although he could rely on his talent, he was, after all, currently relying on his face to make a living.

Yao Chen... Qi Hui took a deep breath. Was she doing it on purpose, or was it an accident?

Feeling the dull pain coming from his temple, Qi Hui’s gaze darkened slightly... she was truly worthy of being a Flower of Evil.

This matter could not just end like this; he had to find an opportunity to get it back...

"Qi Hui, are you okay?" Zhu Jie leaned her body in, looking at Qi Hui from the doorway.

She had only come after the director left.

Qi Hui composed himself and gave her a chuckle: "I'm fine, just a bit of broken skin."

Zhu Jie walked over and sat beside Qi Hui, glanced at the gauze on his temple, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's alright," Qi Hui said, then fished out his camera and handed it to Zhu Jie: "Help me take a photo."

"Like this, right now?" Zhu Jie was stunned for a moment.

Qi Hui gave a light laugh: "Of course, if we don't take it now, the wound will be healed."

"Haha, you're really interesting." Zhu Jie was amused by him and immediately picked up the camera to take a few shots.

Qi Hui took back the camera and opened his laptop, preparing to post on Weibo.

The director, fearing he would be bored or let his mind wander, had specifically sent his computer over.

Zhu Jie leaned over and saw Qi Hui type a line on the screen: [This is my newest photo, and also my oldest photo.]

Top-tier copy from the "Retard Bar" forum; Qi Hui had read plenty of it when he was in college.

Of course, the "Retard Bar" didn't accept actual retards.

"Huh?" Zhu Jie was surprised; this sentence was quite interesting.

She couldn't help but ask: "Qi Hui, did you write this yourself?"

The look she gave Qi Hui held a bit more brilliance.

Qi Hui: "No, I saw it while surfing the web. The wisdom of the... *ahem*, the netizens is infinite."

"Is that so? Haha..." Zhu Jie laughed a little awkwardly.

Of course she went online too, but... she always saw a lot of things she shouldn't see.

Like things about Europe, America, or Japan, whether censored or uncensored.

Soon, Qi Hui’s Weibo was posted.

"Young Qi... oh, sorry, it seems we came at a bad time."

Outside the door, footsteps accompanied a man's voice; Feng Enhe, Zu Feng, and others walked in, only to see a lone man and woman huddled together.

"What are you saying, Mr. Feng..." Zhu Jie turned bright red: "I was just looking at the blog post Qi Hui wrote."

"Is that so?" Zu Feng said in surprise: "Could you let me see it too?"

He also liked to write articles, and because of this, he had even started a romance with a female teacher from the Central Academy of Drama.

He hadn't graduated yet at that time.

"Huh? The young man surfs the web too?" Feng Enhe was overjoyed, rubbed his hands together, and laughed happily: "Can you add me on QQ? I want to go to your space and steal vegetables."

Qi Hui looked embarrassed: "You have this hobby, sir?"

"That... Mr. Zu, I posted on Weibo, not a blog, it's just one sentence."

As he spoke, he handed over the computer.

"This sentence is quite interesting..." Zu Feng and Sun Honglei looked at the words on the screen, exchanged a glance, and said thoughtfully.

Don't look down on him just because Old Sun played Liu Huaqiang; he was also a man of culture.

Feng Enhe kept harping on it: "One sentence is too little, let's talk about stealing vegetables instead."

"..." ×4

This old man didn't sleep well last night; could it be because he was staying up late to steal vegetables?

In the room where Qi Hui was resting, the crew members came and went, all coming to visit the injured Qi Hui.

The fact that he endured his injuries to finish filming earned him their respect.

Qi Hui smiled and accepted their goodwill, and also smiled as he saw them off.

However, what surprised Qi Hui a little was that Zu Feng stayed until the very end and said some things to him.

"Qi Hui, I said some offensive things before," Zu Feng said: "I hope you don't take it to heart; I apologize to you."

"Mr. Zu, you're being too serious, too serious." Qi Hui was stunned, then said.

Of course, he had heard some rumors in the crew and knew Zu Feng was somewhat dissatisfied with him.

But Qi Hui didn't expect Zu Feng to apologize in person like this. He said: "Everyone has times when they feel uncomfortable; it's normal to say things."

"Just call me Senior Brother," Zu Feng laughed: "I'm also from the Beijing Film Academy, Class of '96."

There were many stars in the Beijing Film Academy Class of '96, such as Chen Kun, Huang Xiaoming, Yan Danchen who played Chang'e, Zhao "Buffett" Wei, and others.

If he didn't have the system, this would definitely be a powerful connection.

"Senior Brother." Qi Hui followed the flow.

Although Zu Feng was from the '96 class, he stayed on to teach after graduation; calling him "Teacher" wasn't just a respectful title unique to the entertainment industry, but because the other party was indeed a teacher.

This was now an interaction between peers.

"Let's exchange contact information," Zu Feng laughed: "If there's anything Senior Brother can help with, just come to me. I'll do my best."

Qi Hui agreed immediately and exchanged contact information with Zu Feng; the entertainment industry wasn't about fighting and killing, it was about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

On the internet, Qi Hui’s Weibo once again attracted comments... it's just that the style of these comments was a bit off.

"This sentence is so philosophical."

"Damn it, you really are a genius!"

"You intellectuals can always come up with new tricks."

"Damn, I'm jealous of your talent! Why can't I write sentences like this?"

"Injured again? Did you catch another wanted criminal?"

"To the person above, where did this [again] come from? He wasn't injured last time, was he?"

"Is that so? Did I remember wrong?"

"Don't blame yourself, this is called the Mandela Effect, referring to the phenomenon where humans sometimes have false memories of events that don't match the facts. This is the latest psychological research from abroad."

"So that's it. Many thanks to the expert for clearing this up. The expert is a good person; may you be reborn in America in your next life!"

"Speaking of Mandela, is he dead?"

"He's dead. The band Beyond even wrote a song for him called 'Glorious Years'."

"Exactly, haven't you heard that song?"

"But, Baidu says he's not dead..."

"Holy crap? Really?"

"Who cares if he's dead or not? That thing turned a perfectly good developed country into a backward one; he deserves to die."

"Bullshit, their economy was built on the plunder and oppression of white people; it needed reform!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes... reformed into a poor and backward country."

"..."

Qi Hui looked at the comments under his Weibo, speechless. The silly netizens were starting to argue about politics again.

Did no one care why he was injured?

Did no one notice that he was still working hard to film even while injured?

How unreasonable; why do "little fresh meats" get all the attention?

Ring-a-ling~

"Hello?"

"Comrade Qi Hui?" A resonant, powerful baritone voice came from the phone.

"Yes... it's me." Qi Hui sat up straight; he knew who the other party was.

"It's like this," the voice on the phone continued: "The reward for last time has been processed, including the bonus and the banner. Are you still with the *Lurker* crew? I'll have it sent to you."

"I am. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's my duty, comrade."

"What about Ling Xiaosu and Zhang Ruoyun?" Qi Hui asked; he hadn't forgotten his senior and junior brothers.

"Our comrades will also be sending their rewards to them. You don't need to worry."

"Thank you," Qi Hui said.

After hanging up, Qi Hui thought for a moment and dialed Jiang Dao's number.

This was his crew; if he didn't ask him, who would he ask?

Xiang Province

Yang Mi looked at the computer screen and subconsciously clenched her fists.

That bastard Qi Hui, he has time to post on Weibo, but no time to pay attention to her, right?

When had Yang Mi ever been treated like this by a classmate?

How preposterous!

Just wait, wait until we return to school, wait for the day we meet again...