How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 306 This circle is so chaotic
"Ring ring ring!"

As soon as the school bell rang, the once quiet campus instantly became lively.

High school students poured out of the classrooms like a floodgate opening, eventually converging into a great river at the school gate—a truly spectacular scene.

At this point, Zhang Wen stopped handing fans to the parents and instead turned his attention to the high school students walking out of the school gate.

With eyes that can see into other people's skill panels, he can accurately spot art students or students with artistic talents in a crowd.

Upon spotting such a person, he would simply squeeze past them, shove the advertising fan into their hand, and begin promoting it at the same time.

"Young man, judging from your excellent physique and graceful walk, you must be a dance prodigy. This fan that leads to your success is yours. Whether you choose to walk it or not is entirely up to you, but I will always be waiting for you on the road..."

"Young lady, you have such beautiful features and a graceful figure; you have the potential to become an actress. If I'm not mistaken, you must have studied acting before, right? Would you be interested in coming to our Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center for systematic learning? Next year, you're guaranteed admission to one of the three majors: Beijing Film Academy, Huazhong Opera Academy, or Shanghai Opera Academy."

"Young man, you have an extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament. You must be passionate about acting. Choosing our Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center is like having one foot in the entertainment industry. Tsk tsk tsk, it's such a pity you're not a star..."

"..."

Zhang Wen's mouth was like a machine gun, or rather, a Gatling gun. He spoke quickly and fiercely. Anyone who was stopped by him had to listen to his words, whether they accepted the fan or not, otherwise they could not expect to leave smoothly.

Because the content gets straight to the point, many students would take a good look after receiving the fan, and after reading just a few sentences, they would want to go and take a look.

There was no way around it; the content on the fan was just too captivating. I felt that if I didn't go, I would miss out on a chance to get into a top art school.

Some art students who were planning to enroll in art exam training classes this summer have silently memorized the name "Xingxiang Art Exam Training Center" and will definitely go to inquire about it when they have time on the weekend.

Zhang Wen moved freely in the tide, like a brave surfer, constantly challenging the surging waves and showcasing his skills.

The greatest truths are the simplest.

Actually, he didn't have any special skills; he was just very strong.

As the saying goes, great effort can create miracles.

Even the most turbulent tide could not shake his steps forward.

However, the tide came in strong and receded quickly.

In less than half an hour, the once congested school gate became deserted.

Looking at his empty handbag, Zhang Wen was fairly satisfied with tonight's sales pitch. After all, he had successfully attracted the attention of some parents and met many art students, so the trip wasn't a complete waste.

It's just a question of how many students the hundreds of fans distributed will ultimately bring to the art exam training center.

We don't need many, just fifty will do.

If a high school has fifty students, then ten high schools would have five hundred students, which would bring fifty thousand incense sticks to the ancestors every day. Among all the gods, such incense sticks should be considered very prosperous, right?

and many more!

If so many students come, won't those two classrooms be too small?

Let alone 500 people, even when I was teaching a meditation class to 20-odd trainees, it felt crowded if we were standing still.

It seems that expanding the teaching space needs to be put on the agenda, and it needs to be resolved as soon as possible, since the summer vacation is just around the corner, and we absolutely cannot let it affect the offering of incense to our ancestors.

As Zhang Wen walked towards the parking lot, he opened his phone map to see which high school he would go to to distribute advertisements tomorrow, hoping to visit all the high schools in Beijing before the summer vacation arrived.

"Top high schools won't work; they're full of academic geniuses aiming for prestigious universities like Tsinghua and Peking University. Few people want to apply to art schools, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to recruit any students..."

Zhang Wen kept checking the schools, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of him, so he took a step to the side.

However, just as he was about to walk around the person, the other person also moved to the side, blocking his path again.

Next, he moved to the left, and the other person moved to the left; he moved to the right, and the other person moved to the right. It was clearly intentional.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but look up. It was a strange man who looked to be around thirty years old. He had dyed yellow hair, wore an earring, and had a roguish air about him. He also had a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth. He didn't look like a good person at all.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he saw a strong, undisguised hostility in the other person's eyes.

what's the situation?
Robbery on the street?

Are all thugs this brazen these days?
"What's wrong?" Zhang Wen asked, frowning.

Need money? Yes, I have it.

But they won't give it to me.

His money was all earned through hard work.

"Yes." The blond-haired man tilted his head back, pointing his chin at the person.

"What is it?" Zhang Wen asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed two more men appearing behind him. One was thin and tall, like a greyhound, while the other was not thin, but he was bald and looked very strong.

The two men stood on either side of him, forming an isosceles triangle with the blond-haired man.

Zhang Wen's gaze swept across the three faces one by one, confirming with absolute certainty that he had never seen these three people before.

"Kid, don't show your face around here again, understand?" the blond-haired guy said arrogantly.

"Why?" Zhang Wen looked around. There was a small flower bed on the left and a road on the right. He was sure he had not trespassed on private property.

"I told you not to show up here, so don't show up here. Stop talking so much nonsense!" Xi Gou said irritably, raising his hand to slap Zhang Wen on the back of the head.

Zhang Wen was faster than his opponent, slapping away the hand that Xi Gou was reaching out to, and said calmly, "Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."

"Huh? You dare hit me?" Xi Gou glared, feeling he had lost face, and reached out to push the person.

Zhang Wen sighed inwardly, grabbed Xi Gou by the collar, and without much force, threw him directly into the flower bed by the roadside.

He never expected that some thugs would ambush him.

What era are we living in? Instead of thinking about how to make money, some people are still becoming petty thugs?

What, does he look like someone who's easy to bully?
"Oh!"

"what!"

The greyhound yelped in pain, clearly having fallen hard.

When the blond-haired and bald men saw their companion being beaten, a look of disbelief flashed in their eyes. Then, enraged, they swung their fists and punched back.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Wen raised his hands, grabbed the fists that the blond-haired and bald men were throwing, and pushed them with a little force. The two men felt their bodies move backward uncontrollably, and finally they tripped on the steps on the ground and fell into the flower bed.

There are no tricks involved, just overwhelming power, which is the best way to deal with all sorts of fancy moves.

"I told you, don't fight." Zhang Wen clapped his hands as if they were dirty, then walked towards the three of them. "If we start fighting, the three of you are no match for each other."

The three of them had never suffered such humiliation before, especially since their opponent was only one person.

They didn't think the difference in strength was significant; they just felt they had been careless. So they immediately got up from the ground and charged forward while cursing.

"Grass mud..."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Wen slapped the cursing blond-haired man hard across the face, causing him to stagger backward and unable to finish his curse.

Zhang Wen showed no mercy to the other two, kicking them one after the other to the ground. The two men writhed in pain, clutching their stomachs like dried shrimp.

“Speak, who sent you?” Zhang Wen asked, walking up to the blond-haired man.

So many people pass by here, yet they chose to block him. If there's no reason behind it, who would believe it?

"What are you saying? Nobody ordered me to do this. I just don't like you, is that a problem?" The blond-haired man covered his swollen cheek with his hand and said through gritted teeth. "Of course not, are you insulting my intelligence?" Zhang Wen walked up to the blond-haired man and raised his hand to slap him on the other side.

Is simply disliking something a valid reason?
No!

This is just a perfunctory response!

Even if you say he's handsome and feels uncomfortable being outshone, he can barely accept that reason.

"Snapped!"

Now it's symmetrical.

The blond-haired man staggered a few steps, barely managing to regain his balance. He wiped his mouth with his hand, noticed blood on it, and immediately said viciously, "I'll fight you to the death!"

After saying that, he opened his arms and pounced on her.

Zhang Wen turned to the side and raised one foot.

He had no interest in dealing with such thugs and just wanted to finish quickly and not waste any more time here.

Caught off guard, the blond-haired man tripped and fell flat on his face.

Zhang Wen walked over, stepped on the back of the other person's neck, glanced at the time on his phone, and said impatiently, "My time is precious. If you don't confess, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Get your foot off me, or I'll call the police!" The blond-haired guy sounded tough, but his words were incredibly cowardly.

Did the thugs call the police?

I'm not afraid of being laughed at when I tell others about it.

“Great, let the police investigate who instructed you. I’m sure that if they look at the surveillance footage, everything will come to light. Then they can detain you for a few days for disturbing public order. You got beaten up and detained. You’ll be looked down upon by your friends and disliked by your relatives.” Zhang Wen said slowly and deliberately.

"..."

Huang Mao trembled, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. It was fine if his friends knew, but if his relatives found out, how could he ever speak to his loving family again?

"I told him that a friend transferred 500 yuan to me and asked me to find a few people to ambush you at No. 151 Middle School," Huang Mao said truthfully.

Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. Coming to No. 151 Middle School was a last-minute decision made by him, and the people around him were unaware of it. Excluding those who were instructed by someone else, the answer was obvious.

Who had a conflict with him at No. 151 Middle School just now? Who doesn't want him to show up at No. 151 Middle School?

Only that male teacher from Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center.

Even if it wasn't that male teacher, it must be related to Jia Hua Art Examination.

He used to hand out flyers for art exam training around universities, but he never expected to encounter something like this on his first time handing them out at a high school. Is the art exam training industry really that chaotic?

Instead of focusing on teaching quality and college entrance rates, they're directly threatening students?
"What's your friend's name?" Zhang Wen asked.

“Wu Shicheng,” Huang Mao replied.

Zhang Wen recalled the skill panel he had seen before, and the male teacher's name was indeed Wu Shicheng.

Threatening you because you can't compete?
Is this something educators should do? It's utterly shameful.

"You guys have done this kind of thing quite a few times before, haven't you?" Zhang Wen asked.

"No, this is the first time."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly." Zhang Wen increased the pressure on his foot.

"Yes, yes, it's happened more than ten times since the year before last, but we were just bluffing, we never actually hit anyone." The blond-haired man was out of breath as he spoke, his face, pressed against the ground, was distorted.

Zhang Wen lifted his foot, released the blond-haired man on the ground, and said coldly, "Get lost. Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."

"Yes Yes!"

Yellow Hair scrambled to his feet, winked at his two companions, and then scurried away as if his feet were greased.

Earning those 500 yuan really hurt.

The three of them ran several hundred meters before stopping, panting, and sitting by the roadside to catch their breath.

"Ring ring ring!"

An electronic voice suddenly sounded, and the blond-haired man took out his phone from his pocket.

Seeing the broken screen, I felt a pang of heartache. Not only did I not make any money on this trip, but I also suffered a huge loss.

"Hey, what's up?" the blond-haired guy answered the phone irritably.

"Brother Huang, are you done teaching him a lesson?"

"The lesson is over."

"..."

The greyhound and the bald man standing nearby were speechless after hearing this.

They were indeed taught a lesson, but it was they who were taught a lesson.

“However, that kid was something else this time. My brother and I were all injured. We used all the money you transferred to us to buy medicine,” Huang Mao said.

There was a moment of silence on the phone before a voice came through.

"Brother Huang, you've worked hard. Here's another 500 yuan for you. Take the brothers to Haidilao."

"Okay, hurry up."

The blond-haired man hung up the phone, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"Brother!" Greyhound gave Yellow Hair a thumbs up.

Huang Mao smiled smugly, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace in pain. After a while, he recovered and finally waved his hand dismissively.

"Let's go to Haidilao!"

The dog and the bald man's stomachs stopped hurting, and they immediately followed with smiles.

……

Zhang Wen returned to his car, but instead of going home immediately, he entered "Jiahua Art Examination Training Center" into the navigation system and drove there as soon as he found the location.

As the old saying goes: It is impolite not to reciprocate.

He is a civilized and polite person, and since the other party gave him such a generous gift, he felt he had to express his gratitude in person.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Looking out the car window at the five-story building, Zhang Wen couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and reflection).

"so big!"

He had seen other art exam training schools before, but they were usually only two or three stories high. This was the first time he had ever seen one that spanned an entire building.

It's estimated that it can easily accommodate two to three thousand students.

As expected of one of the top art exam training centers in Beijing, it seems that the guy surnamed Wu wasn't bragging before.

Inside the building, the lights were on.

The students have already left school, and it's time for class to start.

Zhang Wen got out of the car and walked towards the gate.

……

(End of this chapter)