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

Chapter 327 Exceeds Expectations
With Zhang Wen seeing off the last student's parent, the busy day finally came to an end.

A total of 136 students signed training contracts today, far exceeding his expectations.

The most popular class for enrollment was the performance class, followed by the vocal class, and then the dance class.

Xingxiang currently has 352 students. Although it is far fewer than established art exam training institutions, it is still better than some but not as good as others.

What's more, this is only the first day of class.

With today's successful start, we believe that even more students will choose to join Xingxiang in the future.

He still has many promotional tactics he hasn't used yet.

No rush, let the bullets fly for a while.

Sunday.

Zhang Wen did not go to the training center, but instead went to the film and television base with Bai Lu.

I've been asking director Han Xiaohua for leave every few days lately, and even though he's thick-skinned, he's feeling a little embarrassed.

Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center is very important to him, and the TV series "Perfect Days" is equally important to him.

Arrived at the film set.

As usual, Zhang Wen hung the portrait of his ancestor on the wall and brought out the incense burner, offering incense and praying with a devout expression.

"May our ancestors bless this drama to be filmed smoothly, achieve high ratings, become a huge hit, and become incredibly popular."

Bai Lu, following her husband's lead, repeated what her boyfriend had said.

"May our ancestors bless this drama to be filmed smoothly, achieve high ratings, become a huge hit, and become incredibly popular."

Incense offerings +99.

Because the portrait was placed on the only way to enter the film set, many crew members would offer a bundle of incense as they passed by.

Especially the actors, not one of them didn't offer incense.

Humans have desires, but actors who live in the world of fame and fortune have even stronger desires.

My immediate prayer is that today's filming goes smoothly and I won't be scolded by Director Han. My long-term prayer is that the TV series will be a hit and my character will become a sensation, bringing me more and better opportunities.

Even extras joined in the fun, hoping to get more shots and lines during filming.

Incense offerings +99.

Incense offerings +99.

In just one morning, more than a hundred people offered incense. The incense burner, which was as big as a water vat, was filled with incense sticks. At this moment, people's desires were made concrete.

Seeing this scene, an idea suddenly popped into Zhang Wen's mind.

A typical film and television crew has one or two hundred staff members, plus actors, making at least three or four hundred people. The filming period for a film or television series is usually around five months.

If he could become a director, wouldn't hundreds of people be offering incense to their ancestors every day?
Including the training department and the art exam training center, as well as some scattered people, there should be no problem exceeding one thousand people.

However, it is rather pitiful that only a thousand people offer incense to a deity every day.

"Looks like we need to step up our efforts!"

Zhang Wen thought to himself.

He can't feel at ease spending money if he can't bring enough blessings to his ancestors, since he earned all that money through their contributions.

With the arrival of director Han Xiaohua, today's filming officially began.

Zhang Wen remained seated behind Director Han.

He usually sits here partly to monitor the actors' performances on the monitor, and partly to facilitate communication with Director Han regarding the script.

Today, besides observing the actors' performances, he also quietly observed Director Han. As for why...

It's very simple. He wanted to learn from others, he wanted to become a director, and then lead the entire crew to burn incense and make offerings to the ancestors every day.

How can simply burning incense at the opening ceremony be enough?
You must burn incense every day.

That's how you show sincerity.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Around noon, Zhang Wen's cell phone suddenly vibrated violently.

He took it out and looked at the screen; it was Xu Zining calling.

Could it be Zhou Maoquan from Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center trying to find a scene again?

Wasn't yesterday embarrassing enough?

So thick-skinned!

"Hey, what's going on?"

Zhang Wen walked to the edge of the film set to answer the phone.

"Principal, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you come over here? There are even more people registering at the school today than yesterday. I haven't even had time to go to the bathroom." Xu Zining's voice came through the microphone.

"What?" Zhang Wen was taken aback.

Are there more people today than yesterday?
real or fake?

Yesterday was the first day of class, so theoretically there should have been more classes than today.

However, judging from Xu Zining's voice, she seemed very tired. You know, she was busy all day yesterday, and she didn't complain like this.

That's right. Yesterday, he was there and could help the other person share some of the burden, but today the other person is all alone. Not to mention helping, there's not even anyone to replace them.

"How many people went from the school?" Zhang Wen asked curiously.

"I don't know, I didn't count carefully, but more than 30 people have already signed training contracts, there are about 50 or 60 parents waiting to register, and many parents are inquiring about the courses. Principal, I really can't handle it all by myself, why don't you send someone else over?" Xu Zining whispered her thoughts.

She was busy all day yesterday without complaining of being tired, but today, she just couldn't take it anymore.

She has to explain contracts, check courses, and answer parents' questions. She's not Nezha; she doesn't have three heads and six arms.

"So many people?" Zhang Wen asked in surprise.

If what the other party said is true, then the workload is indeed quite heavy.

Oh, right, surveillance!
He suddenly remembered that he had a monitoring device installed on his phone that could check on the training school at any time, and he would definitely check it later.

"Xiao Xu, hang in there. I'll send someone to help you right away. By the way, go to the bathroom if you need to, don't hold it in," Zhang Wen said.

"Okay, Principal, I'll hold on a little longer."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wen immediately accessed the surveillance footage to check the situation inside the school.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The hall was packed with people, just like a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush, at least 20% more than yesterday.

Who to send?

All seven teachers had classes to attend and didn't have time to help at the front desk, while he couldn't leave the film set either...

It seems I'll have to ask the training department for help.

The training center happens to need to add an acting class and a vocal class. We can find an acting teacher and a vocal teacher to go there, partly to support Xu Zining, and partly to learn about Xingxiang in preparation for future part-time teaching.

With that in mind, he immediately searched for suitable people in his phone contacts and finally chose acting teacher Zhou Min and vocal teacher Jiang Yijing.

He wasn't worried that the two would refuse, after all, no one would turn down money.

evening.

After leaving the film set, Zhang Wen rushed to the art exam training center. The teachers had already left work, leaving only Xu Zining.

"Xiao Xu, have you been waiting long?" Zhang Wen said as he walked in.

"Principal, you're here." Xu Zining quickly stood up, her voice very hoarse, clearly from overuse of her voice.

"Thank you for your hard work today," Zhang Wen said. "It's what I should do," Xu Zining smiled.

Normally, as the principal of the training center, Zhang Wen would then praise the employees and start making grand promises.

However, as a seasoned employee, he knows what his employees hate most and what they like most.

Without saying a word, he took out the red envelope he had prepared in advance from his pocket and handed it over.

Xu Zining looked on with suspicion. It seemed like it wasn't payday yet, and besides, today was only her second day at work. How could she get paid so soon?

"Principal, this is..."

"bonus."

"Huh?" Xu Zining was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Her previous job was also as a receptionist, but for several years she never knew what the bonus looked like.

"You've done well these past two days. I hope you can keep up the good work," Zhang Wen said.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zining felt both moved and happy, as he received affirmation and real money.

At this moment, the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear without a trace, and I was full of energy.

Just like a tram that has just been fully charged, it can start running again.

The purpose of work is to make money; as long as the money is there, no difficulty or danger matters.

"Thank you, Principal." Xu Zining accepted the red envelope and bowed in gratitude.

She squeezed it in her hand, and based on her years of experience collecting money, she estimated it to be around two thousand.

A thousand a day is worth it.

“You deserve this,” Zhang Wen said. “Alright, you can go home now.”

"Goodbye, Principal." Xu Zining waved, picked up her bag, and walked out the door with a happy smile.

Zhang Wen turned his gaze back to the front desk, where the training contracts signed today were displayed. He counted them; there were 156 in total, even more than yesterday.

Including the existing students, Xingxiang now has more than 500 students.

Zhang Wen brought the contracts to the office and put them all into the safe.

Looking at the thick stack of training contracts, he felt a sense of unreality. If this was a dream, he hoped it would never end.

"Oh!"

Just as Zhang Wen closed the safe, he suddenly heard a strange noise, which must have come from downstairs.

Has Xu Zining come back?
Did you forget something?
Zhang Wen walked out of the office and down the stairs. The voice became clearer and clearer, accompanied by bursts of laughter.

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

"Ha ha!"

"Hurry up, I have several more bottles here."

Zhang Wen frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

When he arrived on the first floor, a stench immediately hit him, making his stomach churn and making him want to vomit. The smell permeated the entire hall.

Through the transparent glass door, he saw several people wearing helmets pouring something onto the door from bottles. The greenish liquid, mixed with lumps, looked disgusting.

It's stinky tofu!

After seeing that there were people inside, these people did not leave immediately. Instead, they provocatively raised their middle fingers and started a new round of throwing stinky tofu.

Zhang Wen's face instantly turned cold, and he rushed out quickly.

Meanwhile, the people outside quickly got on their electric bikes and left, arrogantly shouting "Yo-ho!"

Want to run?

Not that easy!
Zhang Wen immediately gave chase.

Using only his feet, he not only avoided being left behind by the electric scooter, but actually got closer and closer.

It started at more than 20 meters, gradually shortened to more than 10 meters, and finally only a few meters.

All those peaches weren't eaten for nothing.

He is now fully capable of breaking all the track and field records at the Olympics.

"Hurry, hurry! He's catching up!"

Can you even ride a bike?

On the electric scooter, the person sitting behind kept urging the rider to hurry up.

"Don't rush me, this is the fastest speed."

"We'll split up and meet up at the usual spot."

"it is good!"

The three electric vehicles dispersed in different directions as they passed an intersection.

Without hesitation, Zhang Wen chased after the nearest electric scooter. As for the other two scooters, he didn't let them go either, throwing out two unlucky charms.

The bad luck charm shot towards the people riding electric bikes like bullets, eventually embedding itself in their bodies.

Zhang Wen pressed on, caught up with the electric scooter in front, reached out and grabbed the person sitting behind, pulling them off the scooter.

"Oh!"

The man fell directly to the ground and rolled twice before stopping. If he hadn't been wearing a helmet, he would have been bleeding profusely from his head.

Zhang Wen walked up to the man and reached out to take off his helmet.

It was a man, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a tiger head tattoo on his neck.

Zhang Wen looked him over carefully and was certain that he had never seen this person before.

The person riding the electric bike realized that his companion had fallen off, so he immediately slowed down and stopped on the side of the road. After getting off the bike, he turned back, still carrying a bike lock in his hand.

"Let go of my brother, or I'll make you regret it!" He then swung the car lock twice, making a whooshing sound.

Zhang Wen said nothing, threw away the helmet in his hand, and then stepped on it.

"boom!"

The heavy helmet shattered under that kick, as fragile as a toy.

The young man on the bicycle was stunned. It was the helmet he had bought, and he knew how sturdy it was. It couldn't even be cracked by a brick, but now it had been stomped on and broken.
That takes a lot of strength!

As for the young man sitting on the ground with his knees showing, he was also frightened. If that foot had stepped on him, he would have broken at least a few bones.

But then I thought, I didn't hit anyone, I just splashed a few bottles of stinky tofu. If the other party dared to retaliate, wouldn't I be rich?

You can now directly view cars on your phone.

"Who sent you?" Zhang Wen asked coldly, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he looked at the young man he had dragged down.

"What are you saying? I don't understand." The young man on the ground rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Why did you pull me just now? My back, waist, legs, and arms hurt. You need to take me to the hospital right away."

"Don't understand? Then let's go to the police station and have a good talk." Zhang Wen said, taking out his phone from his pocket.

There are too many people around, making it inconvenient to take action. If you end up in the police station, even if you're in the right, you'll be in the wrong.

"Fine, go ahead and call the police. It's just a few bottles of stinky tofu. Let's see what the police can do to me. At most, they'll just give me a scolding." The young man on the ground said fearlessly, "But you, you dragged me out of the car. If I get hurt, you'll be in big trouble."

"Oh?"

Zhang Wen was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and his action of dialing 110 slowed down.

The other person's words reminded him that if he called the police, he really couldn't do anything to them.

Since that's the case, let's settle this privately.

(End of this chapter)