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

Chapter 316 Dogs Biting Dogs?
In the evening, the day's filming finally came to an end.

The crew began packing up props and dismantling equipment, discussing where to go for entertainment that evening. Their fatigue seemed to vanish in that moment, replaced by a sense of ease and anticipation.

"Teacher Zhang, you've worked hard today. We're planning to go to a private club to relax later. Would you like to come along?" Assistant Director Chen Yang came over and invited.

"I have something to do tonight, let's do it another day," Zhang Wen said apologetically. He then said goodbye to the staff around him and hurriedly left the set.

Chen Yang looked at the figure and did not doubt the other party's words. Teacher Zhang did not go to Bai Lu when he left, so he must have had something urgent to do.

"Isn't Teacher Zhang going?" another assistant director asked.

“No, he has something to do tonight,” Chen Yang said.

"Teacher Zhang seems to be very busy lately. I never see him at noon, and I can't get anyone to meet him in the evening."

"Probably some singers have approached him, since there are countless people asking him to write songs these days."

"Well, that makes sense."

"..."

Zhang Wen left the film and television base, got into his car, and realized that there was still an hour before the end of school at No. 36 Middle School. He needed to get there as soon as possible to avoid missing the best opportunity to hand out flyers.

It was rush hour, and there were many cars on the road, but he still managed to get to school before it ended thanks to his superb driving skills and familiarity with the terrain.

Zhang Wen parked the car, then picked up his satchel full of advertising fans and ran towards the school gate.

"Brother, how about some art exam preparation training?"

"Sister, judging from your demeanor, you must have studied dance, right? Do you have any plans for your child to become a dancer or actress? Our Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center is very professional in both fields."

As Zhang Wen explained, he handed fans to the students' parents.

However, when he handed it to the third parent, he saw that many parents had fans in their hands, and the style of the fans was exactly the same as the style he had designed for the fan surface.

Who is it?

Who is he so in sync with, not only with the same fan surface but also with the same location for distributing advertisements?
and many more!

Zhang Wen suddenly noticed the promotional slogan on the advertising fan.

"For the best art exam preparation training, look no further than Xingxiang near Beijing Film Academy. Celebrity teachers will personally instruct you and help you realize your dream of entering the art world."

This……

Zhang Wen's eyes widened in surprise, his face filled with disbelief.

what's the situation?
How come even the school names are the same?
If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be only one Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center in the entire capital city, and it was also the only art examination training center called Xingxiang around the Beijing Film Academy.

Moreover, in order to accurately target the right audience, he, as the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Institution, has always personally distributed advertisements and made promotions. He has never hired hourly workers to distribute advertisements, nor has he arranged for teachers to distribute advertisements at the school gate. So where did these advertising fans come from?

who is it?

Who exactly does good deeds anonymously?

Not only did she pay for the production of the advertising fans herself, but she also helped him distribute advertisements to recruit students.

Could it be that he accidentally learned how to create shadow clones, and his clones are advertising for him?

If these clones are helping others, that's fine, but if these clones are doing evil, wouldn't he have to take the blame for them?
No!

Such a thing must not be allowed to happen.

"Ma'am, who gave you that fan?" Zhang Wen approached a middle-aged woman, certain that he had never seen her before and had never given her an advertising fan.

"Isn't it what you gave me?" the middle-aged woman said.

"Huh?" Zhang Wen stood there dumbfounded, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It really has clones!

The middle-aged woman looked at the young man beside her and said, "It was sent by someone about your age, at that intersection over there."

After saying that, he pointed to the left side of the school gate.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if they're around the same age, as long as it's not him.

"Grandpa, where did you get this fan?" Zhang Wen asked another person.

"A young man gave it to me on the way here." The old man pointed to the left side of the school gate. "There are several people handing them out over there. If you want one, I can give you this one."

"No need, thank you, sir."

Zhang Wen waved his hand and then walked in the direction the old man pointed. He wanted to see who was secretly helping him behind the scenes.

As for distributing flyers...

Someone has already served for him, why is he still serving?

Zhang Wen arrived at the nearest intersection but did not see the 'young man' the old man had mentioned, so he continued walking forward.

After walking another hundred meters or so, I saw someone in the distance handing out advertising fans to passersby.

He wasn't much older than him, shorter, or as handsome. He wore black-rimmed glasses, a white T-shirt, and a plaid shirt over it. He must be the young man the old man was talking about.

The problem is, he doesn't know this person, and has never even seen him before.

Is it a part-time job?

With a sense of doubt, Zhang Wen walked towards the other person.

As the two drew closer, the bespectacled man saw Zhang Wen while handing out advertising fans, and his expression froze when he saw the stack of advertising fans in Zhang Wen's hand.

"What are you doing here? Why did you stop posting?" the bespectacled man asked.

"Huh?" Zhang Wen was taken aback at first, but quickly got into character. "There are fewer people over there, and I see there are more people over here, so I thought I'd come over and hand them out."

After speaking, he pretended to hand the advertising fan in his hand to a passerby.

"Didn't Teacher Wang say that each person should be assigned to one intersection and could only leave work after finishing? I still have hundreds left to distribute. If you come and distribute them, what am I supposed to do with the rest?" The bespectacled man frowned slightly, his voice revealing dissatisfaction.

“Give me half, and I’ll send it to you,” Zhang Wen said.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the bespectacled man became somewhat embarrassed, scratching his head as he said, "No need, no need. It's just that my girlfriend is coming from out of town today, and I need to pick her up at the station later. I'm worried that if I'm late, I'll keep her waiting."

"It's okay, I'm free tonight, I'm just killing time anyway. You can leave when it's time, I'll take care of the rest," Zhang Wen said nonchalantly after hearing this.

"Thanks, brother," the bespectacled man said gratefully. "By the way, which class do you teach? I've never seen you at the school before." The school?

Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. His training school hadn't started classes yet, and currently only the receptionist was working. Considering what the other person had just said...

If he wasn't mistaken, the bespectacled man in front of him was probably a teacher at an art exam preparation institution.

So here's the question: if the other party is a teacher from another art exam training institution, why would they advertise and promote their competitor?

Does it mean that one flower blooming alone does not make spring, but a hundred flowers blooming together make a garden full of spring?

Which competitor has reached such a high level?
Zhang Wen glanced at the other person's skill panel and said, "I recognize you. Aren't you Liu Chenguang, the vocal music teacher? I'm Zhang Wu from the performance class. I just arrived at the school not long ago."

When Liu Chenguang heard that the other person knew him and thought about how the other person was willing to help him post advertisements, he immediately felt a special sense of closeness.

"Oh, it's Teacher Zhang. If you encounter any problems at school in the future, feel free to ask me. I've been with Jiahua for three years. Although I'm not a long-time employee, I still know a bit about the school."

Jiahua?

Zhang Wen was momentarily stunned when he heard those two words.

Is this person a teacher at Jia Hua Art Exam Training Center?

In other words, it was the teachers at Jia Hua Art Exam Training who were helping him distribute the advertising fans.
why? ? ?
Zhang Wen was completely baffled; he had never been so clueless when solving advanced calculus problems.

Yesterday at noon, the principal of Jia Hua called to threaten him, even bringing up the boss of Tianxi Media to scare him. How come he started helping him after only one day?
Could this be an instruction from General Manager Li Lehua?

"Teacher Liu, there's something I really don't understand, and I'd like to ask you about it." Zhang Wen adopted a humble and eager-to-learn attitude.

"What is it, you ask?"

"Why did Principal Zhou ask us to publish our competitors' ads? Just now, a passerby asked me about Xingxiang Art Exam, and I couldn't say a word, so I just made something up."

"Don't you understand? It's simple, Principal Zhou was pushed to the limit by Xingxiang Art Exam." Liu Chenguang said while fanning himself.

"Huh? Teacher Liu, I still don't understand," Zhang Wen said.

"Principal Zhou told us to take Xingxiang Art Exam Training Center's advertisements and distribute them around other art exam training institutions. His goal is to provoke the other art exam training institutions so that Principal Zhou can reap the benefits and watch the other training institutions and Xingxiang Art Exam Training Center fight like dogs. Do you understand now?"

"understood!"

Zhang Wen revealed an expression of realization.

He thought Zhou Maoquan was going to lay down his sword and start anew, but he never expected him to be playing the game of military strategy.

What a good trick of "killing with a borrowed knife".

If he hadn't discovered this today, he wouldn't have been able to find the culprit even if he were targeted in the future.

But so what if other training institutions gang up on you?
The students' art exam results speak for themselves. Even if these training institutions send people to block the gates of Xingxiang Art Exam Training School, parents will still come because of its reputation.

Besides, we live in a society governed by the rule of law. Would these institutions dare to vandalize schools?

At that point, I'm afraid we'll be in deep trouble.

“Principal Zhou once bragged to me that Jia Hua was one of the top art exam training schools in Beijing, but he couldn’t even handle a newly established art exam training school. Teacher Liu, do you think Principal Zhou was exaggerating?” Zhang Wen asked the man with glasses.

"That's perfectly normal. These days, if you want to make money, you have to learn how to exaggerate. Which of the five major art exam training institutions in Beijing doesn't claim to be one of the best in the city? In short, there's no such thing as the best at exaggerating, only the best at exaggerating. We working people can just focus on making money, as long as we don't miss out on our wages."

Liu Chenguang glanced at the time on his watch as he finished speaking.

"Oh dear, it's getting late. I need to hurry to the train station to pick up my girlfriend. Teacher Zhang, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Teacher Liu, go ahead, I'll definitely help you shine," Zhang Wen said confidently.

"Thanks." Liu Chenguang waved his hand and hurriedly ran towards the subway station not far away.

After Zhang Wen and the others left, they carried the plastic bag containing the pirated advertising fans and walked towards where the car was parked.

With Jia Hua's teachers helping to post ads and promote the product, he doesn't need to post them tonight.

He didn't care how other art exam preparation institutions would react after seeing the advertising fan.

In fact, even if Zhou Maoquan didn't do this, he would still go to the entrances of other art exam preparation institutions to promote Xingxiang and attract more students, and to bring more blessings to the ancestors.

However, he can do whatever he wants, but if anyone tries to use this to annoy him, he won't let that person feel comfortable.

Zhang Wen threw the advertising fan into the car, then checked the map on his phone and found that there was indeed an art exam training institution nearby, named Huanya Art Exam Training School.

If he remembers correctly, Huanya is also one of the top five art exam training schools in Beijing.

Zhou, didn't you want to see dogs fight each other?
You'll find out who the dog really is in a minute.

Zhang Wen didn't drive. He drove around Huanya and found three people advertising for Xingxiang Art Exam Training.

Now, without even trying to get close to them, it's clear that these people are all teachers from Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center.

He took out his phone and recorded the three people handing out advertising fans. He even went over and asked for a few before heading straight to Huanya Art Examination Training School.

"Crack!"

Zhang Wen pushed open the door and went in, then deliberately fanned himself with a fan. The three fans were placed side by side, making it impossible for anyone not to see them.

This time, he didn't go to the parents' waiting area or incite the parents. Instead, he went directly to the front desk and put the fan in his hand on the table.

"Teacher, I'd like to ask you something. In terms of performance training, which is better, Huanya or Xingxiang Art Exam Training School?" Zhang Wen asked loudly, as if afraid that the parents not far away wouldn't hear him.

The receptionist immediately stood up, glanced at the contents of the fan, and then said confidently, "This parent, of course, it's our Huanya Art Exam Training School that's superior. Huanya is one of the top art exam training schools in Beijing. Whether it's the teaching staff or the level of professionalism, we far surpass these smaller institutions."

“But I heard from the people handing out flyers that Xingxiang’s students achieved excellent results in this year’s art exams, and the top scorer in the performance major at Beijing Film Academy came from their school,” Zhang Wen continued.

"Parent, one result doesn't mean anything. Our Huanya has been operating for twenty years. Doesn't that speak volumes about our strength?" the receptionist said with a smile.

“But the person who gave me the flyers said that the younger generation surpasses the older generation, and that old people who don’t die are thieves. The reason you’ve been able to stay in business for so long is because thieves can swindle money from parents,” Zhang Wen said.

"What? They really said that?" At this moment, a teacher who was introducing the training course to the parents walked over with a gloomy face.

He doesn't get angry when people say Huanya isn't strong enough; that's just blatant jealousy. But saying Huanya is ripping off parents is just smearing them.
Once word gets out, won't Huanya's reputation be ruined?
“Of course it’s true. The person handing out flyers is at the intersection just ahead. Go ask him if you don’t believe me.” Zhang Wen said, pointing towards the door.

Upon hearing this, the male teacher immediately became furious.

How dare they hand out flyers around Huanya? Isn't that a provocation?

"Security guard, come with me, let's go meet the people from Xingxiang Art Exam Training Center!"

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(End of this chapter)