I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 442, I am not a god

Shocked.

numbness.

There was also a buzzing sound in it.

This dialogue was improvised by Wang Yanhui himself. He expressed his doubts and confusion about this villain, this not-so-charming antagonist.

He was very confused.

I am definitely not a good person. I have been selling fake medicine for more than ten years and have cheated people out of at least several million yuan.

I have plenty of money.

I use starch to give terminally ill patients hope, drain their money, and I even have my own moral logic behind it—after all, they can't afford Gleevec even if they go bankrupt, so they might as well take the placebo I give them and die early so they can leave something for their families.

It will also save my family from suffering.

Isn't that great?

For ten years I committed evil deeds, and no punishment came upon me. Instead, it made me even more arrogant, and I even began to believe that I was "Academician Zhang".

Did anyone from the business administration department contact me during that time?

I've tried, and each time I "followed the law" and paid hefty fines.

Then I continued to be my "Academician Zhang".

It's been ten years.

I had accumulated a great deal of wealth, and then an opportunity arose that would allow me to earn even more profit.

I did it as a matter of course.

Go sell "real medicine".

Medicine that can cure diseases.

However, when I was actually able to sell medicine that could cure diseases.

I became a sinner who was to be brought to justice.

"What the hell kind of logic is this?!"

"What the hell kind of logic is this?!"

Wang Yanhui seemed to be going crazy at this moment.

There was some commotion on the set.

He was too immersed in the role.

At this moment, Liu Shanhe was busy at work with the upcoming tasks, in addition to the TV series "Wesley".

There are also film projects underway. Li Modu's relationship with the Beijing circle is gradually distancing itself, and he is now closer to the CCTV circle. The next projects are probably the "Operation Mekong" and "Operation Red Sea" series.

These are all projects funded by central government agencies, with production handled by the August First Film Studio; a top-tier team as always.

In his spare time, he also heard about the movie "Dying to Survive".

A movie whose ingredients are unclear.

Is it an art film? Or a commercial film?

Or a superhero movie?

Who knows? He doesn't know, and he doesn't care.

All that is known is that several members of the August 1st Troupe were asked to perform, including Wang Yanhui, a national second-level actor.

His acting is good, but his appearance is average. He has an air of officialdom about him, giving off a leader-like vibe.

Her acting range is not wide.

Over the years, I've only ever played a decent supporting role, receiving a few nominations for supporting actor awards. I'm the kind of person who's dispensable in the workplace, does a decent job, but isn't particularly outstanding.

The kind of person who gets forgotten occasionally.

Liu Shanhe had already been paying attention to Li Yun, and now he had come specifically to ask for Wang Yanhui, this little-known middle-aged actor.

An actor who has been forgotten, which wouldn't be surprising.

"I wonder how his acting was."

Liu Shanhe vaguely remembered the script; Wang Yanhui played the role of the protagonist's antagonist.

Oh no, they can only be considered mid-term opponents.

He's not even a main villain, so he's probably just a peripheral character.

A character teetering on the edge of isolation.

It's fitting that he's over 40 and still holds the position of a national second-level actor.

Ultimately, the retirement of a national second-level actor is inevitable.

In fact, Liu Shanhe didn't really like actors who seemed a bit shady, but this was a unique product of his workplace. Every government unit has people like this, and you can't stop them.

A secure job is really appealing, isn't it?

"Wang Tao, Wang Yanhui is also nearing the end of his filming schedule. Let's arrange a role for him as Wesley."

"I talked to him about it before, but he seemed to refuse," Wang Tao paused, then said, "He said that the role exhausted him and he needed to rest for a while."

Exhausted?

Liu Shanhe thought about it for a moment. Based on the script and setting of the character he had briefly reviewed, it didn't seem like a character that would exhaust him.

"Alright."

Since giving him a chance didn't work, there's nothing to say or care about.

Anyway, he's not an actor who leaves a lasting impression.

One.

transparent.

"What do you think of that 'Dying to Survive' story by Xiao Li?" Liu Shanhe suddenly asked Wang Tao, who was standing next to him.

As the head of the frontline team at the August First Film Studio.

Wang Tao had also read some of the scripts for "Dying to Survive". Judging from their quality, they weren't too bad, but some parts were a bit unclear to him.

Take Wang Tao for example, it's hard to tell what kind of films he makes, are they commercial films or art films?

These two sets of rules have different logics.

If Li Yun's "Let the Bullets Fly" followed the distinction between commercial and art films in terms of script, then this film, "Dying to Survive," makes it somewhat unclear what that distinction is.

Maybe it's an art film.

At least from the perspective of the camp, it seems to have the feel of an art film.

"Many people say he's lost his touch and they don't know what he's up to. I don't think he's lost his touch; it's just that there aren't many surprises in his work."

These days, Liu Shanhe is hesitant to make a definitive judgment about Li Yun.

After all, this guy really does have some talent.

So far, if we're talking about explosive acting performances, who has brought the spotlight to this point?

Lü Yisheng experienced the first wave of the outbreak, his weakness and struggle before death, and finally, the difficult decision to give up his life.

That was the absolute highlight of his acting skills.

The explosive performance of a TV drama actor who came from "iPartment" and a variety show actor is absolutely unimaginable. It's surprising that this guy from "iPartment" could have such a level of talent.

That's amazing.

The second burst of acting talent came when Zhang Changlin left the stage, and he delivered this line on his own.

To be truly immersed in the role, to roar and shout with empathy, signifies complete integration into the character and a profound connection with their emotions.

It was mockery, yet it also carried its own bewilderment and confusion.

Why?

Zhang Changlin asked.

Wang Yanhui also asked.

"He got too immersed in the role; his acting was certainly impressive, but it also took a toll on his health and mental well-being."

At this moment, Eddie Peng watched the explosive acting skills on set, a hint of shock in her eyes.

There is also immense pressure.

This pressure stems from everyone's acting skills.

I originally thought that with my current abilities, I could at least be one of the best here, if not the best.

My goal is Li Yun.

He needs to surpass Li Yun in the acting field.

But what about now?

His confidence in the method school was shattered and crushed!

Wang Chuanjun, who starred in "iPartment," and this now-unknown actor within the system.

That's how I slapped him in the face.

At this point, Eddie Peng also belatedly realized what was happening.

Why are they able to exert such strength?

They are excellent actors in themselves.

And now, it also has a strong sense of immersion and engagement.

The script is excellent

This is definitely not an ordinary script, and at this moment, even Eddie Peng is somewhat confused about herself.

Oh, right, he cried.

I cried for the character's fate.

Cry for yourself.

This script is fucking awesome.

"I just want to live. What did I do wrong? Gleevec costs 5 yuan a bottle. It cost us our house and ruined our family. I'm begging you."

Faced with the patient's desperate pleas.

Cao Bing was also in great pain.

Cheng Yong's sister-in-law, the policewoman who initially looked down on Cheng Yong, this piece of trash.

She wasn't exactly known for her good temper, and could even be a bit explosive, but she excelled in her duties as a police officer.

Cao Bing is not pedantic; she is not the kind of thug who only obeys orders. She has her own thoughts and ideas.

In cases like the smuggling of drugs from India, with his capabilities, how could there have been no progress for so many years?

She knows.

I just don't want to investigate.

But this time, she couldn't disobey a military order, so she arrested and detained those patients.

The detention period is 24 hours.

We need to pry them open.

Now, who is making this new Gleevec after Zhang Changlin's downfall?

And these patients in the ward.

Not a single one was willing to speak up.

Not one of them was willing to reveal the medicine god in their hearts.

Cao Bing then asked himself the question.

Was it done correctly?

As a police officer, am I really going to become a knife used to stab the people?

"The law is above sentiment. How can you, as a police officer, not understand this? Our existence is to uphold the dignity of the law, social order, and justice. If the law loses its deterrent effect, then this society will descend into chaos."

"He dares to smuggle Indian medicine today; once his greed grows unchecked, I can't even imagine what he'll be willing to smuggle!"

"This door must absolutely not be opened."

At this moment, the bureau chief looked at Cao Bing, rational and clear-headed.

He knew what he had to do.

Whose dignity is being upheld in the end?

At this moment, Cao Bing seemed to understand the reasoning the bureau chief was talking about, and seemed to understand what he meant.

Give me two weeks.

Cao Bing is a very capable police officer, and he found her brother-in-law in just half a month.

He should be referred to as her former brother-in-law.

The cowardly, irritable, and greasy man she despised, somehow transformed from that clueless guy into a successful entrepreneur.

But upon closer examination, it does seem that his rise to power was indeed peculiar, and his conflict with Zhang Changlin left him with a criminal record.

Years later, this sister-in-law came after Cheng Yong.

Many years have passed.

When we met again.

I didn't expect them to take this stance.

"You suspect me of smuggling? No way! I'm an outstanding people's entrepreneur. I abide by the law and pay my taxes on time. If you're slandering me, I'll sue you."

Cheng Yong then chuckled and said, "But everyone says your sister-in-law is like half my butt, so how about..."

He's still the same shameless person he always was.

Greasy, vulgar, and outspoken; you just want to punch him anytime, anywhere.

This trashy brother-in-law used to always harass her with these kinds of nasty remarks.

But this time is different.

The reason her brother-in-law said that was actually to divert her attention from him.

At this moment, Cao Bing seemed to know that, in the eyes of this experienced policeman, it was basically certain that he had committed the crime.

"Stop."

"I don't understand. I'm doing just fine as a people's entrepreneur." At this moment, Cheng Yong smiled and said, "I can't accept it, I can't accept it. If I accept it, what will my workers eat?"

"Why did you cut your hair? I'm not used to seeing you without your little yellow hair."

"I'm going home for a visit, Yong-ge. Look, I've already bought the tickets."

Peng Hao, the young punk from back then, came here to avoid implicating his family.

I came here intending to die alone.

How could he afford Gleevec?

A rural boy, with the money he earned from working, had to buy even the cheapest painkillers by the pill.

"Looks quite energetic."

"Thank you, Yong-ge."

"Let's go, let's go get the medicine."

Peng Hao, the blond-haired boy, glanced at Cheng Yong, as if trying to imprint that figure into his mind.

The two remained the same as before.

Just this once.

Unlike before, the police had been keeping an eye on Cheng Yong for a long time, and this time it could be called a roundup operation.

But this time...

Cheng Yong was not surprised; he had long anticipated this day. However, he did not expect that Huang Mao Peng Hao would step forward this time.

He wanted to be arrested in Cheng Yong's place.

But in the end, he died.

He died in a car accident on the way to the top of the road.

By the way, this country boy can't drive.

A person who couldn't drive willingly died on the road, rather than from illness.

"Thank you, Yong-ge."

at this time.

Peng Yuyan felt her body falling, a feeling of death. But no, it wasn't the feeling of death, it was the feeling of liberation.

A leukemia patient who did not die from the disease.

There are always some things.

More important.

what.

What lies ahead?

It is heaven.

A heaven free from disease and pain

very nice.

They died, they left.

Friends, comrades, enemies—in the end, only I was left.

Numbly, they sent the last of Gleevec into the country, hoping the patient could live one more day.

No one morally blackmailed Cheng Yong; this was Cheng Yong's own choice from the bottom of his heart.

The choice made.

This crime ultimately could not escape the punishment of justice, and the criminal was brought to justice.

Any criminal shall be brought to justice.

This should be a cause for celebration.

I think I knew things would turn out this way.

Smuggling, huh.

Such a grave crime.

When I decided to quit back then, it was because I was afraid of the minimum ten-year prison sentence.

How many decades are there in a lifetime?

Cheng Yong cherished it very much.

We should cherish our time.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I could have lived a good life, I could have been a good entrepreneur, and I had to get involved in this mess, turning from an entrepreneur into a prisoner."

At this moment, Cheng Yong was talking to Li Yun.

Li Yun could no longer hear the sounds outside; all she could see was the character named Cheng Yong.

At this moment, he had replaced all his Armani, Mercedes, Rolex, and Swiss watches with prison attire.

Yellow and white striped clothes, a prison van transporting prisoners.

Li Yun felt as if he wasn't on a film set, but in a real, bloody world.

Most people would have gone mad by now, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion—but Li Yun is different. He even embraces this illusory yet real feeling.

In this place.

it's here.

I had a conversation with Cheng Yong.

"You're not stupid, you're very courageous and capable."

Li Yun paused for a moment and then said, "You are one of the greatest people I have ever met."

"Ha, you must be exaggerating."

Cheng Yong smiled and fiddled with his silver bracelet as he spoke.

"Please excuse my poor silver bracelet."

He jokingly remarked to Li Yun.

"I don't really know why I started smuggling Glehnin again. Normally, given my personality, I should stay away from this kind of thing. I don't want to get involved in this strange trouble."

"But now, it seems I've made a decision that goes against my own conscience."

"It's too late to regret it now."

It was precisely because there wasn't enough time that Cheng Yong began to think, and thus began to ponder this interesting question.

Why did I get involved in the smuggling of Glenin?

It doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn't matter if I don't get an answer to this question.

But at least I can understand that this decision was made by me personally, a decision made by my own will, Cheng Yong.

Regardless of the outcome of this decision.

I will bear it all by myself.

I accept the judge's verdict and the ten-year prison sentence.

Because this is the punishment I deserve.

At this moment, Cheng Yong wore a smile, his mind at ease.

In a film crew setting, that would be Li Yun on screen.

He wore an incredibly wide smile.

An incredibly clear and insightful thought.

It's unbelievable that someone going to serve their sentence has a relieved expression on their face.

however.

The next scene was the most incredible.

Even the police officers escorting the prisoners were shocked by the scene.

On the way to the prison, people wearing masks lined both sides to see them off.

For miles, patients who had benefited from Cheng Yong's kindness spontaneously came here to see him off as he entered prison and went to be punished for his crimes.

In order to send a prisoner to jail

He was a god who delivered medicine.

Cheng Yong at this moment.

He's truly like a god.

But Cheng Yong gave a bitter smile and said...

I'm sorry, I'm not a god.

(End of this chapter)