Chapter 3 It’s decided to play a dead person!
"What the hell?" Jiang Xiaoshuai was confused. "Speak human language!"
Wu Suowei sighed and organized his words, trying to use a method Jiang Xiaoshuai could understand, omitting the details about his rebirth and Chi Cheng and Huang Long. "It's just... a man with a brick came out and hit me to 'protect her love'... and then I became disillusioned with the world."
"What the hell?!" Jiang Xiaoshuai finished his last stitch, cut the thread, and was stunned. "Brick man? Protecting love? What the hell is going on? Yue Yue is playing so wild now? She even hired thugs? That's not right. That woman is so stingy that she would pay someone to beat you up?"
"He's not hired..." Wu Suowei sat up and let Jiang Xiaoshuai put gauze on the scrape on his forehead. His head was wrapped like a mummy, with only a pair of eyes exposed, but his eyes were unusually bright. "He's a... psychopath... Never mind, it doesn't matter."
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai's wrist, which he had just bandaged but hadn't had time to retract, and looked at him with burning eyes:
"Master! I've figured it out! Money! I'm going to make money! I'm going to make money like crazy! It's more important than my life!" His tone was firm, with a desperate spirit, "Give me some advice. What's the fastest way to make money? What's the lowest cost? What's the lowest risk? And it's best... to stay away from certain dangerous people..."
Jiang Xiaoshuai was taken aback by his sudden "money-making declaration" and the burning gaze. He pulled his hand back and looked him up and down suspiciously: "So much of a shock? Have you finally gotten it? You finally realized that money is a good thing, but you really can't live without it?"
"Yeah!" Wu Suowei nodded heavily, grimacing in pain from the wound, but his eyes remained firm. "I'm scared of being poor! And... I'm scared of being hit!"
He touched the back of his head wrapped in gauze, feeling a lingering fear.
Jiang Xiaoshuai stroked his chin, thinking: "Quick money, low cost, little risk, and you have to stay away from dangerous people..."
His eyes lit up. "Hey! Live streaming! Live streaming is so popular now! Just look at your face. Even though it's wrapped up like a dumpling now, the foundation is still there! Turn on the beauty filter, sit in front of the camera, sing a song, chat, or... perform a chest-breaking rock-breaking performance? Maybe a rich woman will give you rockets! The cost is just a phone holder, and the risk is almost zero! As long as you don't do anything reckless and broadcast anything dangerous, it's very safe!"
"live streaming?!"
Wu Suowei was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and almost jumped up from the examination bed.
At first, I forced myself to smile in front of the camera just to get some tips, but ended up being pinpointed by some psychopath, stuck on a freezing cold overpass, and being carried around like a chicken...
"No! Absolutely not!" He shook his head like a rattle, almost throwing off the gauze. "This one won't work! Change it!"
Jiang Xiaoshuai was startled by his intense reaction: "Why not? What a great way! It doesn't require exposure to the sun or the wind!"
"I said no, and that's it!" Wu Suowei was extremely resolute, with a look of strong resistance in his eyes that Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn't understand. "Think about it!"
Jiang Xiaoshuai curled his lips, feeling that something was particularly wrong with this guy today.
He thought for a moment, "Then... go back to your old business? Don't you know how to make sugar figures? Set up a stall on a pedestrian street or in a scenic area! The cost is low too, just a stove, a pot of sugar, and a cart! You can be free and unobtrusive!"
"Blowing sugar figures?!"
Wu Suowei's expression suddenly became extremely strange.
The scene of my first encounter with Chi Cheng emerged uncontrollably: Chi Cheng's appearance with sugar figures hanging all over his body, and the gloomy look in Chi Cheng's eyes at that moment...
He couldn't help but burst out laughing, with a hint of self-mockery and a bit of helplessness towards the fate.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Xiaoshuai was puzzled.
"Nothing, just thinking of something happy..." Wu Suowei quickly suppressed his smile, tried to put on a straight face, and shook his head seriously, "No! It's too tiring to be exposed to the wind and sun! And I can't run fast when the urban management comes!"
Jiang Xiaoshuai was so choked by his reason that he rolled his eyes. "Uncle Wu, you're really demanding! You want the horse to run fast but not eat grass! You don't want to do live streaming, and setting up a stall is too tiring... Then what can you do? Go to the construction site and move bricks? With your small body, a bag of cement is enough to make you drink a pot of water!"
Wu Suowei didn't pay attention to Jiang Xiaoshuai's complaints. He touched his chin, frowned under the gauze, and thought seriously about the job that had "low cost, small risk, relatively quick money, and preferably the ability to lie down and do nothing."
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoshuai slapped his thigh.
“Got it!”
Wu Suowei looked at him expectantly.
"Play dead people!" Jiang Xiaoshuai's eyes lit up. "I know a guy who's a group leader at a film studio! Their crew is always in need of actors to play corpses, wounded soldiers, and background characters! One or two hundred yuan a day! Lunch included! You can earn money just by lying down! No need to talk, no expression, just close your eyes and play dead! How's that? Doesn't it meet your core needs of 'saving money, worrying about life, and saving money'?"
Acting... a dead person?
Wu Suowei was stunned.
Just lie there, motionless, with your eyes closed... No need to face anyone, no need to speak, no need to think... Just empty yourself and act like a lifeless shell... and you can make money?
This scene...why does it feel a little...weirdly appropriate?
One hundred to two hundred a day, that’s three thousand to six thousand a month!
Free meals! Save on food expenses!
Besides...when playing a dead person...you won't encounter a dangerous person like Chi Cheng on the set, right?
What overbearing CEO would be so bored as to hang out with extras for fun? It's even more impossible for Huang Long to show up on the set!
Safe! Secluded! The more I thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
Although it sounds a bit unlucky, compared with fate, bad luck is nothing!
If you can make money while lying down, what else do you want?
Wu Suowei's eyes, half covered by gauze, gradually brightened up. He nodded vigorously, grimacing in pain from the wound, but his tone was extremely firm.
"Okay! This is it! Play a dead person! Make money while lying down! Save time and effort, and you can also save money for your coffin... uh, no, it's start-up capital for a business!" He changed his words in time, but he couldn't hide the excitement and calculation in his eyes.
Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at his excited look of "finding a new direction in life", then looked at the gauze on his head that was still stained with blood. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he only let out a long, speechless sigh filled with deep worry.
"My disciple... your head... are you sure it's just an external injury? Are you sure it's not damaged inside? Why do I feel like... after being hit, you've become more 'sublimated'?"
He paused, looked at Wu Suowei's surprisingly bright eyes, and finally couldn't help but added something earnestly.
"Also...making money is one thing, but life is more important than money, understand?"
Wu Suowei was immersed in the beautiful blueprint of "earning 200 yuan a day by lying down", and when he heard it, he blurted it out without thinking, almost instinctively, with the stubbornness and naivety unique to a stingy person.
"Everything is important. If you lose your money, you really lose everything! You can't even hide from a brick!"
Jiang Xiaoshuai: "..." He silently picked up the bottle of iodine on the table, wondering whether he should disinfect the stingy guy's head again and see if it was filled with cement.
The energy-saving light bulb in the clinic emitted a slight humming sound, and the light fell on Wu Suowei's face, which was wrapped in gauze but looked excited as if he had "found a way to make money", and also on Jiang Xiaoshuai's expression of worry that "this kid is hopeless".
The neon lights of the city outside the window had just lit up. In a corner, Chi Cheng paused slightly while playing with his lighter, and his deep gaze swept across the blurry street photos that had just been retrieved from the car screen, which were taken by a passerby.
It was a stubborn figure wearing cheap clothes, covering his bleeding head, and staggering away.
“Click.”
The lighter lid closed with a crisp, cold sound.
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