Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 138, "A Fleeting Beauty," is now showing.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway came on with the sound of heavy footsteps.

The key turns.

The door opens.

The TV screen in the living room glowed dimly, playing a late-night rerun of a variety show, with the volume turned up very low.

Lee Sung-kyung was lounging among the carpet cushions in the corner of the sofa.

One long leg was bent, the other casually stretched out; he was fast asleep.

I heard the door open.

She woke up with a start.

His eyes held a mixture of confusion and wariness, as if he were just waking up.

When I saw the travel-worn, dark-skinned figure at the door, who even reeked of alcohol, I realized...

The alertness instantly turned into a furrowed brow.

"..."

She said nothing.

He just slowly sat up straight.

She scratched her hair, which was a little messy from sleeping.

Kang Jae-hoon dragged his luggage in and closed the door behind him.

"...Did I wake you up?"

Lee Sung-kyung did not answer his question.

I got up and walked to the TV cabinet.

Squat down.

I found a small medicine box with a red cross printed on it.

It was placed on the coffee table with a thud.

The lid is lifted.

It contains a full range of ointments and cotton swabs.

"Put your face out."

Her fingers twisted open a tube of green ointment.

The scent of mint mixed with the smell of medicine wafted through the air.

Kang Jae-hoon was somewhat surprised.

But she still obediently leaned forward slightly, bringing her cheek, which had been ravaged by ultraviolet rays, closer.

The cool ointment spread evenly under her fingertips, the stinging sensation accompanied by the strong minty smell stimulating Kang Jae-hoon's nerves. He frowned, feeling as if the massaged area was being pricked by tiny needles, but strangely, this pain was mixed with a sense of reassurance from being cared for.

"Deserved it."

"You're just asking for trouble."

"You came back drunk in the middle of the night?"

Lee Sung-kyung's voice was icy cold, utterly unfriendly. Kang Jae-hoon was about to open his mouth to explain, "I just went to check on the cat," but he swallowed the words back.

The ointment covered the scars on her cheeks and forehead.

Every pressing and kneading motion of Lee Sung-kyung carried an obvious sense of "punishment".

"hiss--"

Kang Jae-hoon finally couldn't help but gasp, his shoulders instinctively trying to shrink back.

"What are you hiding from?"

Lee Sung-kyung followed his movements and slapped him hard again.

The icy minty smell almost brought tears to his eyes.

"Do you know it hurts now?"

"……Um."

Kang Jae-hoon gave a vague reply.

The only things left in the air were the smell of ointment and the silent tension between the two of them.

He lowered his eyes, watching Lee Sung-kyung's tightly pursed lips as she focused on applying the medicine.

Suddenly I feel...

Actually, it's quite nice to be lectured like this with such cold words.

Apply the ointment.

Lee Sung-kyung deftly screwed on the cap.

There was a "clang" sound.

She didn't look at Kang Jae-hoon's face, which was covered in oily, shiny paint and had an odd color.

He simply tidied up the small medicine box neatly.

Without saying a word, he picked up the medicine box.

Turn around.

He walked straight to the TV cabinet.

He bent down and stuffed the medicine box back into the darkness at the bottom of the TV cabinet.

"stinky."

The three words landed hard in the now quiet living room.

I don't know if they're referring to the green ointment's pungent and unpleasant smell.

They were still talking about the smell of alcohol that Kang Jae-hoon brought when he entered the room.

or.

Both.

"Clap."

Lee Sung-kyung casually turned off the living room ceiling light.

In the darkness, only the television screen emitted a faint blue glow.

She opened the door with a slightly agitated force.

"boom!"

The door slammed heavily behind me.

Not loud.

It was unusually clear in the suddenly quiet, darkened living room.

It was as if he was venting some unspoken emotion, a mixture of worry and dissatisfaction.

Kang Jae-hoon remained frozen in place, still in a slightly bent-over posture.

He raised his hand.

He rubbed the cool, ointment-covered area on his cheek very slowly with his knuckles.

I can almost still feel the retaliatory, pressing force from before.

then.

His lips curled into a grin.

He gave a silent, silly laugh in the flickering light of the television screen.

……

The following days.

The desk in the Seongsu-dong apartment almost became half a fortress for Kang Jae-hoon.

The scripts and printed materials on the table were piled up like a small mountain. Different colored highlighters and sticky notes were pasted on it like a battle map.

The character of Park Moo-taek occupied every fold of his mind.

early morning.

Kang Jae-hoon appeared on time at the climbing gym near Seongsu-dong.

Clear goals —

Upper body strength!

Shoulder flexibility!
Physical reserves!

Finger strength!

Extreme physical exhaustion can actually allow the brain to temporarily detach from the profound sense of tragedy in the role.

They got a brief respite.

The days flew by amidst focused training and continuous refinement of the character.

The calendar turned to October 15th.

My phone was buzzing in a locker in the climbing gym's changing room.

The name "Director Gao" was displayed on the screen.

Kang Jae-hoon had just finished showering.

The hair was still dripping with water.

Swipe to answer the call.

Hold your phone between your shoulder and ear.

Wearing a T-shirt with one hand.

"Director Gao?"

Director Gao's voice abruptly stopped on the other end of the phone.

A moment later, a female voice, tinged with the tone of a translator, rang out:

"Mr. Jiang, Director Gao asked me to inform you that the release date for 'For Love or Money' has been officially set for November 7th in mainland China."

"October 11th?"

Kang Jae-hoon's attention was completely drawn away from the T-shirt he had only half-put on.

A surge of excitement, the kind that actors feel when they see their work about to be released, instinctively welled up inside me.

"Yes, the meaning is very good. The production company hopes you can participate in the pre-release promotion. Your attendance is needed for the pre-release press conferences and roadshow events. It will probably take..."

The translator paused, seemingly calculating or looking through the itinerary: "...About twenty days. The detailed itinerary will be sent to your team for confirmation later. The director asked me to make sure to ask you if your schedule is flexible for this period."

Twenty days?!

Kang Jae-hoon's heart sank heavily.

This timing coincides with the start of the production of "Himalaya"—

According to the preliminary arrangements revealed by director Lee Seok-hoon.

Filming for "Himalaya" will officially begin in mid-to-late November.

The start of filming in mid-to-late November means that there will be intensive meetings between directors and actors, physical fitness checks, and possibly even script readings in early to mid-November. This is a crucial warm-up for integrating into the core creative circle, and the consequences of missing it are immeasurable.

If they go to Huaxia to promote the project, it will almost certainly conflict with the early stages of coordination for "Himalaya" and even the opening ceremony.

Both are crucial projects.

On one hand, there's the responsibility of film promotion and distribution for movies that have already been filmed and are waiting to reap box office and critical acclaim.

On the other hand, there's Chungmuro's top-tier resources, a core work that proves the depth of acting skills and opens a new chapter.

The two almost collided head-on on the timeline.

Kang Jae-hoon pinched the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly I felt a familiar, pulling sensation.

"Please wait a moment. I need to... confirm other work arrangements with my agent. I'll get back to you soon."

The phone hangs up.

Without even drying his dripping hair, Kang Jae-hoon immediately dialed Kim Dae-won's number.

The phone rang twice before being picked up.

Jiang Zai Xun went straight to the point and recounted the whole story to him.

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came Jin Dayuan's voice, eight octaves higher:

"Damn... twenty days?! Now?! Himalaya is about to make a move too!"

After a brief pause, Jin Dayuan quickly calmed down and pondered:
"This is your first film where you truly play the lead role, so promotion is your responsibility and your reputation. Director Lee Seok-hoon isn't an unreasonable person. This film has many scenes and Hwang Jung-min has a significant role, so the preparation and setup time in the early stages of filming is relatively flexible... Wait for my call, I'll go and negotiate with them right now."

"..."

Jin Dayuan called back urgently more than an hour later:
"Where is it?!"

"I'm eating a weight-loss meal."

"Go home and pack your bags immediately! Bring your passport, and three sets of toiletries. If you need anything else, just buy it there... You have two and a half hours! It's an international departure flight from Gimpo Airport to Beijing at 3 PM. I've already booked my ticket. The production team will pick you up directly from the airport and take you to the interview studio to record the midnight trailer and interview!"

Kang Jae-hoon was stunned: "Huh? So soon? Leaving now?"

"Otherwise what? Director Gao has already booked all the prime media slots! Your arrival will be a seamless transition!"

The background noise on Jin Dayuan's end was very loud; he seemed to be quickly explaining something to someone, his mouth never stopping.
"The publicity campaign has only a ten-day window. Core media interviews are all concentrated in the next day and the day after, and the schedules for two key variety shows are also crammed around the press conference. These key exposure opportunities must be concentrated and launched with full force one to ten days before the release! We will only participate in the first week's box office markets for the roadshow after the release—Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou. As for online promotions, material interviews, and other peripheral materials... we will record them during our time at Huaxia and release them in batches later."

"What about Director Li...?"

“I just told Director Li that it’s unavoidable to be the lead actor in a movie, and he knows it perfectly well. Anyway, the early stages of ‘Himalaya’ are all about preparation, set construction, and actor positioning, and your scenes are later on! I’ve also informed your teacher, and he asked you to bring back a few bottles of Moutai… As for now, go home and pack your bags immediately! I’ll be honking my horn downstairs at the Holy Water Cave in forty minutes.”

Kim Dae-won gave Kang Jae-hoon no chance to refute or clarify his thoughts.

The orders came crashing down.

call ended.

The busy signal kept ringing.

Kang Jae-hoon was practically being pushed back to his apartment by a death warrant.

They dragged out the suitcase that hadn't been completely emptied since they returned from Nepal.

I pulled out all the messy outdoor gear and thick clothes and threw them on the bed, then haphazardly stuffed in a few light jackets, sweaters, and underwear suitable for late autumn in Beijing and Shanghai.

Just toss the toiletry bag in.

Zip up.

Then, without forgetting, she sent a text message to Lee Sung-kyung and Im Yoon-ah to let them know.

[Itinerary adjusted; I'm going to Huaxia Film Distribution Center to promote my movie. Departing immediately.]

The horn of the nanny van was blaring loudly.

Kang Jae-hoon practically dragged his suitcase down the stairs.

The entrance to the alley.

Put the box into the trunk.

As soon as Kang Jae-hoon opened the back door, his phone started buzzing.

He swiped the screen as he got into the car.

Two messages popped up one after the other.

Lee Sung-kyung: [Oh. Bring all your documents, wear a thick coat, and let me know you've arrived safely.]

Im Yoona: [So sudden? Have a safe trip. Let me know when you arrive. Fighting for the new movie promotion~^^]

He hovered his fingertip over the screen for a moment.

Time was running out, like being chased by a dog.

Jin Dayuan stepped on the gas.

The car suddenly merged into the traffic.

Kang Jae-hoon didn't have time to think carefully about his words.

I quickly replied to both of them with the same message:
【Okay. Got it. I'm off. Contact me when I get there.】

There was a "pop" sound.

He casually stuffed his phone into a compartment of his side bag.

He leaned back.

He closed his eyes.

My brain feels like it's stuffed with cotton that's been churned up in a high-speed blender.

They haven't fully recovered from the life-and-death struggle of Park Moo-taek in the script of "Himalaya".

He was then kicked into another noisy arena where he needed to put on the mask of a "deeply affectionate male lead".

……

The deafening roar of the aircraft engines blurred the sense of time and space.

Landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

He was greeted by the dry, crisp air of northern China in late autumn.

And the assistant who was already waiting at the arrival gate.

No pleasantries were exchanged.

There was no room for repair.

Luggage handover.

The person was shoved directly into a minivan with the program's logo on it.

The back seat was instantly filled with a mixture of leather and fragrance from the new car.

front row.

Jin Dayuan twisted his body and handed over a stack of A4 papers that were still warm from the printer.

"Here! The detailed itinerary and important notes! Take a look! The interview outline for the first program after arrival is all at the back!"

He took the stack of papers that Jin Dayuan had handed him.

Kang Jae-hoon's gaze swept over the densely packed schedule—

【帝都传媒大学《光影人生》深度对话（1.5小时）→晚 22：00《光影星播客》专访录制（1小时）→午夜 12：30《今日电影》午夜场访谈直播（45分钟）……】

In the following days, the grid was filled to overflowing, with a suffocating pressure emanating from between the characters.

—Program studios, interview rooms, airports, press conferences, press release recordings…

Each step is marked with the time, location, dress code, and key topic.

The latter half of the document contains a densely packed outline of media interviews.

The questions revolve around character analysis, interesting anecdotes from working together, and understanding of the theme of love in "For Love or Money"...

The car stopped at a brightly lit film and television base.

Backstage was in complete chaos. The sounds of directing, moving props, and the artists' teams urging them on were all mixed together.

Kang Jae-hoon was practically swept into the dressing room by the crowd.

The lights in front of the mirror were blinding.

The makeup artist deftly touched up the rough undertones on his face caused by the high altitude.

The hairstylist skillfully used styling products to smooth out every stray strand of hair that might "ruin the image of the affectionate male lead."

The stylist handed over a perfectly pressed, custom-made suit that matched the atmosphere of the interview program.

Everything was efficiently calibrated to "propaganda mode".

The recording studio was brightly lit.

The movie poster for "For Love or Money" is displayed on the huge curved backdrop.

The host is highly experienced.

The opening questions revolved around character development and the experience of working together on "For Love or Money".

The interview was conducted at a relaxed pace.

The problem is progressing along the expected track.

Kang Jae-hoon wasn't particularly excited, but thanks to his solid understanding of the script and his real experience working with Liu Yifei, his answers were sincere and fluent.

……

The days that followed became a streamlined process, precise to the minute.

Flying from one city to another.

Recorded late at night, traveled early in the morning.

Media interview room.

Facing the camera.

Kang Jae-hoon forced himself to stay alert.

This includes my understanding of the character in "For Love or Money," interesting anecdotes from filming (mostly provided in press releases), and my reflections on the role...

Repeatedly arranged and combined using different tones and wording.

Inside the variety show studio.

They worked together with the hosts to create laughs.

Engage in some harmless but purposeful interactions.

The body is exhausted from the high-intensity rush of events and jet lag.

The character's spirit is rapidly torn between the "affectionate Seo Seung-hoon" and the "tragic Park Moo-jak".

Finally, October 25th arrived.

The official trailer for the first version of "For Love or Money" has been released.

Kang Jae-hoon was woken up from his nap by Kim Dae-won.

"Look! The trailer has been released!"

Kang Jae-hoon struggled to unlock his phone.

The version that came into view was indeed as described in the press release—pure sugar sprinkled on flowers.

In a snow-covered café, Kang Jae-hoon intently creates latte art for the female lead played by Liu Yifei.

In the sun-drenched art studio, the two laughed and spilled paint, smearing each other's faces.
In the cozy kitchen, he clumsily tried to make a cake, and cream smeared on her nose;
Fireworks light up the sky in front of the carousel...

The picture is beautiful.

The filter adds a touch of romance.

The background music is tender and poignant.

Liu Yifei's close-up is exquisite and flawless, while Jiang Zaihun's affectionate gaze is magnified infinitely.

Every frame is a sweet bomb tailor-made to ignite the female audience market.

The effect is also immediate.

Within hours of the trailer's release, its popularity skyrocketed.

It's trending on the hot search list.

The first teaser for #DewyBeauty# is prominently featured.

Click into the topic.

The number of reads has exceeded... 1 million.

The relevant discussion forums were completely overrun.

Fans' screaming comments flooded the screen like a waterfall:
[Ahhh! This eye contact is way too sweet!]

[The chemistry between them is amazing! I'm locking the key in!]

[So sweet and heartwarming! See you at the cinema on November 11.7th!]

[A celestial being has descended to earth to fall in love! The male lead's profile is absolutely stunning!]

[This couple is the epitome of good looks! I'm totally shipping them!]

[The trailer is already packed with sweetness! Please keep the sweetness going in the full movie!]

……

A movie whose actual film quality reaches 70% of the trailer's level is considered a high-quality production in today's market.

This is a simple, unspoken understanding among many movie fans.

For Zhou Xiaoxiao, who took time off work specifically to attend the premiere, the beautiful trailer for "For Love or Money" and Liu Yifei's eternally exquisite face were enough to make the ticket price worthwhile.

As for the male lead, Kang Jae-hoon?

He looks affectionate and has a great profile in the trailer, which is perfect to complement the stunning beauty of the fairy.

The giant screen theater of Jinyi Cinema next to the Capital International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The huge poster for "For Love or Money" was particularly eye-catching.

Liu Yifei's perfect profile and Kang Jae-hoon's deep and focused eyes occupy most of the poster.

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't resist taking a picture of the poster with her phone.

I posted a message on my WeChat Moments:

[Ready! Tonight's mission is to feast our eyes on their sweet moments! Let's go!]

The 10 o'clock show.

The theater was nearly 90% full.

The trailer played a significant role in the early morning's popularity.

The air was filled with the sweet caramel aroma of popcorn, the oily scent of fried chicken cutlets, and a faint smell of disinfectant emanating from the freshly mopped floor.

Zhou Xiaoxiao found her seat, took out a milk tea from her backpack and sipped it. She also checked the Weibo comments that the girl next to her was looking at, confirming the keywords such as "a perfect match between a fairy and a loyal dog", "a feast for the eyes", and "beautiful crying scenes".

Bang-!
clang!
The classic dragon logo and the production company's opening sequence finally quelled the clamor of unspoken expectations.

The melodious prelude of the violin begins.

The giant screen displayed breathtaking views of Vienna.

The opening scene is a misty street in the early morning.

The outlines of the classical buildings gradually became clear in the morning light.

Then--

Squeak!!

The piercing sound of screeching brakes shattered the silence!

Accompanied by a short but penetrating female scream.

A faint gasp rippled through the audience.

In the lens.

A sleek black Porsche 911 came to a stop just inches away from a woman in a flight attendant uniform dragging a suitcase.

The wind generated by the car's engine even lifted the woman's skirt.

The driver's side window was rolled down.

Kang Jae-hoon's sharply defined features and deep-set eyes were revealed—

"Are you okay?"

His tone carried just the right amount of concern and... a hint of barely perceptible lingering fear.

Xing Lu, played by Liu Yifei, was still shaken. She patted her chest, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing wrong?...Are you trying to murder me?"

A standard, slightly coquettish misunderstanding begins.

A standard romantic movie formula.

A few light laughs and soft "oh~" echoed through the theater.

Zhou Xiaoxiao paused in her sipping of milk tea, thinking to herself:
(Thank goodness, it's like the trailer. A hero saves the damsel in distress... oh no, I mean, a racing legend almost causes an accident, so it's a unique kind of encounter, right?)

The camera transitions were somewhat abrupt.

Just a moment ago, Xing Lu was still shaken up on the streets of Vienna.

The next second they appeared in the lobby of a five-star hotel in Shanghai where the wedding was being held.

Her best friend, munching on gossip and snacks, nudged her with her elbow and gestured towards the banquet hall with her chin:
"The groom's name is also... Yang Zhenmin? Oh my, the same name as yours! Could it be..."

Xing Lu's gaze froze, and she subconsciously turned her head to look—

Through the gap in the huge crystal door, at the end of the red carpet, the profile of the man she had seen day and night, etched deep in her heart, was clearly reflected under the lights.

He was carefully adjusting the wedding veil of a bejeweled stranger, with an expression of deep respect she had never seen before.

"boom--!"

The world crumbled before Xing Lu's eyes.

The best friend's teasing froze in the air.

She didn't even realize how she rushed in.

Under the spotlight, she was like an angry and disheveled clown who had crashed onto a glamorous stage.

question.

Pull.

The man who had whispered sweet nothings in her ear now looked bewildered, ashamed, and then his expression turned cold and impatient.

The once affectionate gaze has been completely frozen by the realities of life.

The high wall built with money instantly crushed all illusions.

……

The camera cuts again.

Xing Lu was already standing on the edge of the rooftop of an unknown office building.

it's very windy.

The wind made her skirt flutter loudly.

That empty, desperate expression.

Accompanied by a sudden, emotionally charged, almost tragic symphony.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's toes began to stir.

I couldn't help but curl up in my shoes in the theater.

(Wait... he jumped off a building like that?)
(Even if it's a huge emotional blow... isn't this reaction a bit too extreme?)
(A flight attendant, professionally trained, and this is her mental fortitude?)

Several suppressed gasps and gasps of surprise echoed in the theater.

Obviously.

Zhou Xiaoxiao wasn't the only one who felt the plot was taking too steep a turn.

Just as Xing Lu opened her arms.

Lean forward slightly.

It seems like the next second is the moment of embracing death and gravity—

The male lead, Xu Chenghun, descended like a divine warrior!

It appeared on the edge of the rooftop without any warning!

He grabbed Xing Lu's slender wrist tightly!

"Hold on to me!"

he roared.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

The body was suddenly pulled backward due to the enormous pulling force.

He barely managed to stay steady by clinging tightly to the edge of the cold, rough cement platform with his other hand.

Xing Lu's body was suspended in mid-air.

Like a leaf that could be torn apart by a strong wind at any moment.

Her unfocused gaze seemed to be brought back to a sliver of clarity by the scalding clamp on her wrist.

Staring in astonishment at the man's distorted yet resolute face above.

"Don't let go!!" Xu Chengxun roared again, his voice distorted from the force.

The camera gave a close-up of the two people's clasped hands—

The veins on the back of the man's hand were bulging, and his knuckles were white from excessive force.

The woman's wrists were slender and fragile, as if they would be crushed at any moment.

The immense power difference and the thrilling feeling of being suspended in mid-air are visually striking.

The theater was completely silent.

Everyone held their breath.

Zhou Xiaoxiao also subconsciously gripped the milk tea cup tighter.

(They've rescued him! Pull him up quickly!)

She screamed in her heart.

however.

The director clearly doesn't intend to let the audience off so easily.

Just as Xu Chenghun gritted his teeth, trying to pull Xing Lu upwards—

"Crack——!"

A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound was magnified by a close-up shot!
Xu Chengxun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The body lost its last support.

Along with Xing Lu, whom he was holding tightly, she traced two arcs of despair on the giant screen like a kite with a broken string.

It plummeted straight down into the abyss dozens of stories below.

"what--!!!"

An uncontrollable gasp finally erupted in the theater.

Zhou Xiaoxiao almost dropped her milk tea cup!
(Holy crap!!!)

(They both fell down???)

This completely exceeded her understanding of what "melodramatic" was!

The camera did not show the bloody scene of the landing.

Instead, it was cut into slow motion!

The slow motion was so soothing it was almost eerie.

Xing Lu's eyes widened in shock.

Xu Chenghun tried to pull her into his arms.

The two figures tumbling in the air.

Hair and clothes fluttering wildly in the wind.

and also……

The background music features a timely, ethereal female vocal performance.

It was as if this was not a fatal fall.

Instead, it's a... fateful, beautiful duet?
The slow motion lasted for a full five or six seconds before freezing at the moment the two were about to touch the ground.

The four large characters "Dewy Beauty" were displayed in the center of the screen.

The melodious prelude of the theme song begins.

The light from the screen illuminated a variety of faces—

Some were stunned and hadn't recovered yet.

Some people frowned and looked like they were wondering, "What the heck is this?"

There were also those like Zhou Xiaoxiao, so embarrassed that their toes curled up quietly in their shoes, wanting nothing more than to escape the scene as quickly as possible.

She silently sipped the last bit of her milk tea.

(The trailer is a scam!!!)

(Where's the promised sweet romance?!)
(They jump off a building to commit suicide right off the bat... Is this sweet talk laced with arsenic?!)
The little devil inside Zhou Xiaoxiao's heart was roaring wildly.

She could even hear a few hushed complaints coming from around her:
"What the heck... this is so melodramatic!"

"Is this male lead... out of his mind? He got himself killed trying to save someone?"

"Liu Yifei's character is so pretentious..."

Zhou Xiaoxiao silently took out her phone.

I deleted the enthusiastic "sweetheart and gushing face" post I made before the event started.

My finger hovered over the screen for a moment.

finally.

I only posted one rant that was visible only to myself:
[“For Love or Money,” also known as “How to Dissuade an Audience in Ten Minutes.” Another scam trailer of the year.]

She put down her phone.

My gaze swept across Liu Yifei's face on the giant screen, a face that was still breathtakingly beautiful yet empty.

Only one thought remained in my mind:
(A refund is impossible...)
(But the remaining hour or so...)
(How should I get through this?)
She remained silent.

He reached for the bucket of popcorn next to him.

It's more practical to numb yourself with food.

(End of this chapter)