[{"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-86":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},1297900,1723,"Chapter 86: Director Wei’s Test Begins at the Hongmen Banquet","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>Building A, Apartment 1502.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci woke up on a bed large enough to fit four of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtains were blackout, leaving the room pitch dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fumbled for the switch on the bedside table and pressed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft light gradually illuminated the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slept dreamlessly through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This S-class artist apartment provided by Lin Wan was top-tier in every aspect, from the firmness of the mattress to the soundproofing of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven o'clock in the morning, exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Driver will arrive downstairs at 7:30, license plate number Shanghai A33366.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci got up, took a hot shower, and changed into clean clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 7:25, he went downstairs on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black Mercedes-Benz business van was already quietly waiting at the entrance of the apartment building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver saw him and immediately got out, opening the rear door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Jiang, good morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci nodded and got in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car started smoothly, merging into the morning traffic flow of Shanghai, driving unimpeded all the way to the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beijing International Airport, Terminal 3 Arrivals exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the surging crowd, one figure stood out conspicuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou was wearing a crisp suit, his hair meticulously combed, standing on tiptoe, desperately peering toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci's figure appeared, he almost instantly locked onto the target and rushed forward in a swift stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge! Over here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou waved his arm excitedly, grabbing the slightly worn suitcase from Jiang Ci's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, you must be tired! The car is right outside, let's go right away!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked out of the terminal. A top-of-the-line black Toyota Alphard was parked quietly in a VIP parking spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou jogged over and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior space was luxuriously spacious, with leather seats, a mini-fridge, everything one could need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the recess in front of the seats, various beverages were neatly arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evian water, Perrier, and several cans of imported functional drinks Jiang Ci hadn't seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci sat in the car, his entire body sinking into the soft seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out his phone and sent a message to Wei Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Director Wei, I've arrived in the capital.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was sent, and almost within thirty seconds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the phone vibrated once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other party replied with an address, followed by no additional words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concise, efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very much in Wei Song's style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci forwarded the address to Sun Zhou in the front row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou input the address into the car's navigation system, but the excitement on his face slowly turned into confusion, finally morphing into a trace of incredulous astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place... it's not right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The navigation shows it's not in the city center, nor is it Huaxing Pictures' headquarters building... It seems to be... an old alley in the suburbs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Follow the navigation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, Ci-ge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black entourage van left the airport expressway, passing through the bustling, noisy downtown area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall buildings lining the roads gradually decreased, replaced by increasingly older, low-rise structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car's speed also gradually slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the navigation route pointed to an extremely deep alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entrance to the alley was very narrow, barely wide enough for one car to pass through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body of the Alphard formed a stark visual contrast with the simple, even somewhat dilapidated surroundings here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheels pressed against the uneven bluestone road, making \"clunk, clunk\" sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On both sides were mottled gray brick walls, with a few withered yellow vines peeking over the tops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was excessively quiet here, completely isolating the restless, clamorous world outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's hands gripping the steering wheel unconsciously tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car slowly came to a stop at the end of the alley, in front of an inconspicuous vermilion wooden door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no company logos here, nor any house numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two stone lions, their edges worn smooth by time, crouched on either side of the entrance, quietly watching this abrupt intruder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, we're here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at that door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait for me here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he pushed the car door open and got out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou looked at Jiang Ci's retreating back, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words, \"I'll accompany you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind this door was not a place a small assistant of his level could enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood in front of the door, straightened his collar, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the copper ring on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knock, knock, knock.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound carried far in the silent alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting about ten seconds or so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vermilion wooden door opened inward without making a sound, revealing a crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man wearing a traditional Chinese jacket, with a calm and peaceful face, stood behind the door and made a \"please\" gesture to Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door closed silently behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The view suddenly opened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an extremely elegant courtyard house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard was spotlessly clean, the ground paved with bluestone bricks, with several clusters of emerald bamboo planted in the corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the courtyard, under an old locust tree with rugged branches, sat a set of ancient-looking stone table and stools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure was sitting before the stone stools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wearing a simple gray jacket, his head bowed, personally fiddling with a set of small purple clay tea utensils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't look up, just pointed to the stone stool opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over and sat down as indicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song's movements were neither hurried nor slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heating the cups, warming the pot, placing the tea leaves, brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process flowed smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entire courtyard, only the \"hissing\" sound of boiling water pouring into the teapot could be heard, along with the occasional clear chirping of birds from the locust tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A test of his temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A truly good actor needs to unleash extreme emotions in front of the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But off-camera, they must possess a heart capable of quickly settling into stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Able to move, yet also able to be still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Able to be crazy, yet also able to be composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he also sat peacefully, neither anxious nor restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't look at Wei Song, but instead directed his gaze toward every plant and tree in the courtyard, appreciating this rare tranquility within the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unclear how long had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps ten minutes, perhaps half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cup of steaming hot tea, with a clear, yellowish-brown liquor, was gently pushed in front of Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song finally raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was sharp, looking directly at Jiang Ci, as if wanting to dissect him thoroughly from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the quiet courtyard, he asked the first question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you read 'Records of the Grand Historian: Annals of Xiang Yu'?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci picked up the teacup, gently blew away the floating foam, and took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tea fragrance was clear and refreshing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song leaned forward slightly, the second question following closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what do you think, at the Hongmen Feast, why didn't Xiang Yu kill Liu Bang?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"History books say it was because Xiang Bo pleaded for mercy, plus his own womanly compassion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1254,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","aade76953b3b9ca18c2c2e9795ca0ccfee734a05adce2c2e00c86d2488aafb96","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-87","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-85",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]