Chapter 342 The Movie King is Willing to Be a Dishwasher?

The air in the courtyard remained silent for a full half minute, until Xiao Chen's eyes, which revealed the ruthlessness of a powerful figure, opened.

In the blink of an eye, it is filled again with the gentle warmth of a clear spring.

He reached out and gracefully refilled the cups in front of Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu with tea, making a light, gurgling sound.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"When you eat, the food loses its flavor if it gets cold."

Xiao Chen's voice was clear and bright, and the suffocating aura of authority he had just exuded seemed to be nothing more than a collective illusion created by everyone.

Chen Xiaochun snapped out of his daze and subconsciously touched the back of his neck, where it felt cold and was covered in cold sweat from the shock.

Even though he had played countless rebellious gangsters, and even though he was the fearsome "Chicken" on screen, his calves really cramped up when he faced Xiao Chen just now.

"Brother Chen... no, Master Chen."

Chen Xiaochun took a big gulp of water to calm her wildly beating heart.

"That look you gave me just now was absolutely brilliant!"

"How did you do that?"

"I really thought you were going to sink me into Victoria Harbour."

Wu Zhenyu also put down his chopsticks. This movie star, famous for playing sinister villains, looked at Xiao Chen with a rare desire for exploration in his eyes.

"Ah Chen, I've played Ah Xiao before, so I know how difficult it is to capture that kind of imposing presence without anger."

"But that 'soul' you displayed just now wasn't an act."

"It's like they just pulled the character out of his bones, which doesn't make sense."

Everyone at the table put down their chopsticks and bowls. The exquisite food on the table couldn't compare to the shock brought by Xiao Chen's single glance.

Xiao Chen chuckled. His face, kissed by God, was so fair it was almost translucent in the afternoon sunlight.

If this kind of appearance were on other celebrities, they would at most be considered top-notch pretty faces, but under this skin lies a shrewd and composed soul.

"It's not that mysterious, it's just a matter of belief."

Xiao Chen spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"belief?"

Dilraba rested her chin on her hand, her large eyes filled with adoration, almost overflowing with tangible light.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the younger and older members of the entertainment industry.

"When you're acting, you have to truly believe that you are the demon who controls life and death; you're not just playing a role, you're taking his place."

"Skills and talent are enough to get you to the passing grade."

"But to make someone's scalp tingle, it takes that kind of conviction, and... a tiny bit of natural talent that God has given you."

If someone else had said this, they would have been bombarded with criticism, but coming from Xiao Chen, it seemed perfectly natural to everyone.

After all, the young man in front of them, who was just over twenty, had a resume that was simply superhuman.

At the age of three, he amazed the film industry with his role as Hong Wending in "The New Legend of Shaolin". Later, he not only made the world remember his face in "Home Alone", but also left a strong mark in "Farewell My Concubine".

Even in the global cinematic miracle "Titanic," his portrayal of Jack drove countless movie fans wild, earning him the Academy Award for Best Actor.

Grammy Awards, Golden Rooster Awards—his cabinets are probably overflowing with them.

With the addition of the globally popular song "Baby," the name Xiao Chen can no longer be simply described as "top influencer."

He is currently one of the leading entertainment tycoons in China, the soul of Shishiba Culture, and someone Wang Jinhua regards as her own son.

His mother, Ye Huimei, is a respected elder in the industry.

This same person, at this moment, is calmly discussing talent at a simple round table in the Mushroom House.

"Brother Chen, stop just talking theory, show us a couple of real skills!"

Chen Xiaochun chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and leaned closer, like a newbie fanboy.

Wu Zhenyu rarely puts aside his status as a movie star, and the longing in his eyes is impossible to hide.

"Yeah, Ah Chen, give me some pointers? I also want to try to find that 'overwhelming' sense of conviction you have."

Xiao Chen watched as the two "old rascals" continued their entanglement, shook his head helplessly, and had a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Want to hear it?"

The two nodded vigorously.

"Sure, you can talk about it, but there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Xiao Chen pointed to the mess of cups and plates left on the table, his eyes narrowed.

"Get to work, you two. You can't just eat without putting in any effort. How about we convert this hourly rate into a dishwashing fee?"

Originally, it was thought that these two big shots would hesitate, but to everyone's surprise, as soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, Chen Xiaochun stood up abruptly.

"No problem! I'm good at washing dishes! Brother Chen, please sit down and have some tea!"

Wu Zhenyu was even more decisive, rolling up his sleeves and starting to stack plates with lightning speed.

"Washing dishes is nothing! I mopped the floor too! Ah Chen, you can't hold back later."

This scene amused Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui, who were standing nearby.

Leslie Cheung smiled slightly, his eyes and brows exuding elegance.

"Looking at the entire entertainment industry, only you, Ah Chen, can handle these two troublemakers and make them willingly work as dishwashers."

Anita Mui laughed so hard she almost fell over, patting Xiao Chen on the shoulder.

"Ah Chen, I've figured it out now. Your face and your aura are the best passport."

Dilraba covered her mouth and chuckled to herself, her heart fluttering as she watched Xiao Chen's lazy yet in control demeanor.

"Brother Xiao Chen, if you really opened an acting training class, the number of people who would sign up would probably stretch from Beijing to Paris, and they would all be award-winning actors."

Xiao Chen just smiled as he listened to everyone's teasing.

He picked up the top-grade aged tea that Wang Jinhua had sent through someone and took a small sip.

"I'd rather not start a training program; it's too much of a hassle. I'm lazy; I just want to film some movies that I enjoy and maybe take care of my kids at home."

Sunlight streamed through the eaves, illuminating his handsome profile.

Although his net worth has long exceeded 100 million and his status is extraordinary, at this moment he is more like a neighborly older brother enjoying the cool air in his own courtyard.

Calm and reserved, yet possessing an enigmatic humor.

Not only were the guests shocked, but even the staff kept praising it.

"OMG! The movie star is washing dishes! Xiao Shen, that's some serious clout!"

"Xiao Chen is so handsome! That look he gave me just now... wow, it startled me!"

"Don't even mention washing dishes, I'd be willing to dig the floor if Xiao Shen were willing to teach me!"

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen in the courtyard simply watched Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu busy themselves by the pond.

He wasn't in a hurry to give pointers, because the real drama often unfolds in the everyday life.

This may explain why he was able to go from an unknown child star to the Oscar stage.

Always be composed, always be clear-headed, and always know when to show your brilliance and when to conceal it.

In this circle, good-looking people are as numerous as hairs on a cow.

But someone like Xiao Chen, who has a divine face but insists on becoming a god through his strength, is one of a kind in the last hundred years.

Not far away, Wang Jinhua's phone rang again; it was probably another internationally renowned director wanting to collaborate with Xiao Chen.

But he didn't care. For him, the peaceful time he was enjoying now was far more meaningful than those empty titles.