[{"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-357":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},1297655,1723,"Chapter 357: Heading to Tianguang Entertainment","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-357",357,"\u003Cp>Chapter 357: Heading to Tianguang Entertainment\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of the Spark Media building, a famous spot for paparazzi stakeouts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a window seat in a Starbucks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several men with long telephoto lenses attached to their cameras were idly scrolling through their phones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm telling you, how many more days can this Spark Media possibly hold on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a floral shirt spat out his straw, his face full of disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Online betting pools have already opened up, betting on that woman Lin Wan getting kicked out within a week. The odds are so low the bookies can't even be bothered to look, and everyone placing bets is just waiting to see the joke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companion, wiping his lens, snorted with a laugh. \"One box office poison, one crazy Film Emperor—what a perfect combo. It's like throwing a bomb into a cesspit—asking for death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep a close watch. I heard that guy surnamed Gu is borrowing money everywhere. There might be a good show today. If we catch loan sharks blocking the door demanding payment, this month's quota is blown out of the water.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two exchanged a look, revealing sinister smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the company, in the break room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan was huddled in the shadows, staring intently at the phone on his lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the screen lit up, his whole body would jolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his nightmare was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone buzzed violently. A new number sent a text message, its content like a death warrant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Gu, heard you need money? Five percent interest, no collateral needed. Just lend me the negatives of your film for 'safekeeping'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loan sharks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once you get involved, it's like being bitten by a leech on your main artery—it won't let go until it's sucked you dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's fingers trembled violently, hovering between \"Answer\" and \"Decline\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't drag Lin Wan down, let alone Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fifteen million shortfall was crushing him, making it hard to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clatter—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinds were suddenly yanked open, letting in a blinding shaft of sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked in, holding a bag of potato chips, crunching them loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Gu, bad signal here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's gaze was clear as he looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Lin called for us. Said the last investor has replied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket, wiping cold sweat off his brow with his sleeve. \"Okay... coming right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The president's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan slammed her phone on the desk, clenching her back teeth tightly to keep the curses from bursting out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Lin, what did the other party say?\" Gu Zhiyuan asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan's eyes turned sharp. \"Manager Zhang said if it's another tragedy like *The Legend of Han and Chu*, he'll add another twenty million. Otherwise, don't even bother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, the receptionist practically crashed through the door, stumbling in. Her words were stumbling too, and her face was completely drained of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Si... Sister Wan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman pointed downstairs. \"Down there... something's happened!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's legs went weak, nearly buckling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They're here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creditors are here!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images flashed through his mind: paint being splashed, banners being unfurled, broken limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Jiang Ci's arm, pushing him back with trembling hands. \"Jiang Ci, you need to leave! Go out the back! This has nothing to do with you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was pushed, staggering slightly, nearly dropping his chips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked strangely at the utterly terrified Gu Zhiyuan. \"Director Gu, did your phone service get cut off?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan frowned, strode to the window, and yanked the curtains open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no thugs downstairs, no banners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The normally bustling street was eerily quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paparazzi, who usually couldn't wait to shove their cameras in the artists' faces, had all retreated a good ten meters away. Some had even instinctively hidden their cameras behind their backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A car sat silently parked right in the center of the building's portico.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black Hongqi L5.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retro circular headlights, a vertical waterfall grille. The red flag emblem on the hood was a blinding red under the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the focus wasn't the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the license plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jing A·888xx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this city, some license plates represent money, some represent power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this kind of plate represented the absolute top-tier authority you absolutely do not mess with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's...\" A chill ran down Lin Wan's spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan peeked out, took one look, and his entire face and lips turned the color of dead ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's over...\" He collapsed to the floor in despair. \"This isn't ordinary loan sharks... This is about pouring cement on me and sinking me in the river...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go down and see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan straightened her collar, her voice relatively calm, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed her tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them walked out of the building. Gu Zhiyuan was last, his legs shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, waiting for the appearance of thugs with brutal, scowling faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expected roar of violence didn't come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the crisp sound of high heels clicked, landing firmly on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan cracked one eye open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person who stepped out wasn't a gangster. It was a middle-aged woman wearing a deep gray business suit, her hair in an immaculate bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't wearing sunglasses. Her gaze swept over the area, and the paparazzi hiding in the shadows shrank their necks like students caught by the head teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Lan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Huai's ace agent, senior partner at Daylight Entertainment, known in the industry as \"Sister Zhou\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Lan walked up to the three of them. Her gaze lingered on Jiang Ci for two seconds, a hint of appreciation in her eyes, before turning to Lin Wan and giving a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Lin, long time no see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan's taut nerves relaxed slightly, but her wariness remained. \"To what do we owe the honor of Sister Zhou's visit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Lan's smile was perfectly professional, her words polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm here on someone's orders. Our Teacher Gu would like to invite you all for some tea. He... is very interested in your new film.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Gu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one person Sister Zhou would call \"Teacher Gu\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Huai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Triple Crown Film Emperor grand slam winner, the \"Sea-Calming Needle\" of Daylight Entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding paparazzi were stunned, their jaws practically on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan was dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a cement bath? It's Gu Huai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wants to see him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also,\" Zhou Lan's gaze shifted to Gu Zhiyuan, who was shrinking behind them, and she nodded politely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Gu, Teacher Gu specifically asked me to convey that he sincerely hopes you will honor him with your presence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me?\" Gu Zhiyuan pointed at his own nose, his voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. The car is ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Lan stepped aside, making a gesture of \"please\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan steadied herself and looked at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci had already finished his chips. He brushed the crumbs off his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on the car, and he commented, \"This car looks nice. The back seat should be pretty good for sleeping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he was the first to walk over, climbing into the back seat without a care in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under countless complex stares, Gu Zhiyuan was half-dragged, half-shoved into the car by Lin Wan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the car, it was extremely quiet. The air conditioning was strong, emitting the scent of high-grade leather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan was perched on the edge of the seat, half his butt hovering, not daring to sit fully, terrified his cheap jeans would dirty these impossibly expensive seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Jiang Ci had sunk into the spacious seat, found a comfortable position to sprawl in, and even reached out to press the seat's massage button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bzzz—\" The seat vibrated gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa, fancy.\" Jiang Ci sighed with contentment, then turned to look at Gu Zhiyuan. \"Director Gu, try it. Much gentler than the massage I gave you last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's face turned green. You're thinking about massages at a time like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Jiang, be more serious,\" he whispered through chattering teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan sat in the passenger seat. Watching the composed Jiang Ci through the rearview mirror, her feelings were complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of game was Gu Huai playing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car drove directly into an exclusive underground passage and stopped in front of a private elevator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Top floor. Teacher Gu is waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1416,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","2b04e04bad1c2a53a73bd6da0ba4998e98877c2e4d61255e3dc4e140bd31df04","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-358","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-356",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]