[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-313":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297977,1723,"Chapter 313: Chacai: \"This is a Good Deed, an Act of Kindness\"","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-313",313,"\u003Cp>In the storage room, the echoes had yet to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen stared at the monitor, watching the young man holding the fairy tale book, his face twisted into a smile. He was so exhilarated he trembled all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly what he wanted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Change of location! Everyone to the village entrance! Assemble immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the director's roar had even faded, the set erupted into frantic motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew on site were swept up by that fervor, rushing towards the next filming location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was ready on the open, muddy ground at the village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body was painted a bright yellow, with the slogan \"Love Donation, Brighten the Future\" printed in cartoonish font.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This vivid splash of color appeared glaringly absurd in this dilapidated village shrouded in the dark cloud of drugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Props Team members were unloading dozens of black cases from another truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cello cases, violin cases, and some instrument boxes of indistinguishable shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glaring red sticker was uniformly affixed to one corner of each case, printed with the words \"Donated by the XX Foundation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several young Set Workers lifted a case together, their steps somewhat unsteady. The weight of the case far exceeded expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single case was incredibly heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clapperboard snapped shut in front of the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong had already put on the face of a compassionate philanthropist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood beside the school bus, directing the background actors playing his thugs to load the heavy cases onto the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Ci emerge from behind the crowd, he specifically waved him over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah He, come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong pointed at the cases on the ground, using a gentle, paternal tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on, lend a hand. This is a good deed that accumulates virtue and merit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci said nothing, silently walking over to the largest case, the one holding a cello.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, grabbed the case's handles with both hands, and used all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoisted the case onto his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment that crushing weight settled on his shoulder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's body sank sharply downward, his knees buckling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This weight far exceeded his estimation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the script's setting, hidden within the secret compartments of these beautiful instrument cases\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was the white powder capable of destroying countless families, dragging countless people into the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci carried the case that threatened to crush him, step by arduous step, trudging towards that yellow school bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every child's smiling face would, because of this 'weight' on his shoulder, transform into the cries of some future night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true weight of sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Jiang Wen watched this scene through the monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Push in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled into the walkie-talkie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give Jiang Ci a close-up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinematographer immediately pushed the lens in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, the bulging veins on the young man's neck and the fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his temples due to the strain were magnified several times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, the background actors playing thugs were carrying cases with smirks and casual laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of them carried a single case, still appearing effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, what the hell is in these things? Heavier than a woman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who cares? Finish this load, and we get meat tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crude jokes and cravings for food floated through the damp, cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the cello case taller than half a person, moving silently through the laughing crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thug background actor wasn't watching his path. Laughing, he turned and bumped into Jiang Ci's case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned back cursing, about to speak, but collided with the utterly emotionless eyes in Jiang Ci's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look made him swallow all the profanities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci said nothing, merely adjusted the weight on his shoulder. That look said, \"Touch it again, and you die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loaded the case onto the bus, stacked it neatly, then turned and walked towards the next one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he bent down, every time he straightened up, every time he shouldered the weight, that burden of sin kept accumulating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers lost their color from excessive strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat soaked through the shirt on his back, clinging tightly to his skin, sticky and uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was moving the last case, that suppressed, silent anger buried deep in his heart finally found a vent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the case holding a trumpet into the bus compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he set it down, the muscles in his arm suddenly tensed, and he slammed the heavy case down hard onto the compartment floor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound not too loud, yet distinct enough to be clearly heard amidst the surrounding noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The case jolted on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen immediately signaled the camera operator to switch the shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, Lei Zhong's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci (Jiang He)'s back stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He keenly caught that line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately adjusted his state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numb gloom on his face rapidly faded, replaced by an obsequious, slightly roguish attempt to please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around, jumped down from the vehicle, dusted off his hands, and actively walked towards Lei Zhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a slick, street-smart smile onto his face and explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle, this thing is damn heavy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jerked his chin towards the bus compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's inside, gold bars?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This joke cleverly disguised the previous moment of loss of control as a harmless complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong walked over unhurriedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took a pure white handkerchief from his pocket,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>reached out, and meticulously wiped the sweat from Jiang Ci's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action was so intimate it was chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after wiping away the sweat did Lei Zhong speak with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More expensive than gold bars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was soft, laced with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah He, from now on, when moving things, handle them gently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He folded that sweat-dampened handkerchief and returned it to his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they break...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, patting Jiang Ci's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll take your bones apart, one by one, and use them to make it up to your uncle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell, the surroundings fell quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile on Jiang Ci's face froze for an instant before resuming its previous appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, yes, Uncle is right to teach me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the cases were loaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bright yellow school bus was packed full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just sat there quietly, crouching at the gloomy village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus door slammed shut with a \"clang.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood in place, watching that vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand reached into his pocket, his fingertips habitually searching for the outline of a cigarette, but only finding emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers rested on the rough fabric for several seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, beneath the fabric, they began to dig forcefully into the muscle of his own thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This performance was naturally also captured by the high-definition camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He needed this pain to remind himself where he was,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to remind himself he was not an accomplice, but a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingernails, separated by a thin layer of trouser fabric, scratched one red mark after another onto his own thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Jiang Wen's \"Cut!\" rang out did Jiang Ci's tightly clenched knuckles abruptly relax.\u003C\u002Fp>",1215,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","6f7394b5ce25cf735f744df1b003d109f0453b0f6e8248a71e3c55f9044d8313","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-314","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-312",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]