Chapter 47

  Strictly speaking, when everyone's IQ is above the average level, it's extremely difficult for one person to thoroughly fall into another person - if such a thing were to happen, then without a doubt the most dangerous moment would be when he feels needed by the other party.

  Emphasize it.

  It is necessary for a gloomy and handsome man who looks like he doesn't care about anything to be beaten by Jiang Chuan, an ordinary person who can't even fart.

  Jiang Chuan's unintentional muttering made Yuan Jieran suddenly feel that his rebirth as a hamster wasn't just because he was extremely unlucky - everything seemed to be arranged by heaven, and as a hamster, Yuan Jieran came to Jiang Chuan, who was not good at talking to humans. As a fluffy fake hamster, he was indeed needed by Jiang Chuan, and just thinking about it, his small furry body suddenly burst out with enormous energy.

  Now, Jian Ran feels he can go save the Milky Way.

  When "coincidence" becomes "not accidental", it's simply the most romantic love story in the world... Jian Ran suddenly didn't want to complain about being a hamster, because at this moment he found that besides eating, drinking, urinating, defecating and sleeping, he seemed to have another purpose: such as becoming Jiang Chuan's little cotton-padded jacket.

  Jiang Chuan's little down jacket.

  Hehehehe.

  As he thought, the hamster stretched out his paws and completely unconsciously touched the human's handsome face with a gentle caress, thinking to himself: Hmm, this human is mine.

  ……

  That night, Jin Yan was satisfied with his wish to sleep well on a human's pillow after becoming a hamster. The best part was that there was a handsome man accompanying him - by the way, the handsome man slept quietly and elegantly, without snoring or grinding his teeth, and didn't even drool. Jin Yan couldn't help but wonder where this guy had cultivated such an elegant and noble demeanor... If he has a son in the future, he must send him to learn from this guy too.

  Along with the gentle breathing, every time Jiang Chuan's eyelashes fell, they trembled slightly, stirring one's heartstrings... Jin Ran couldn't help but stare after taking a glance, and ended up watching silently for the entire night like an idiot.

  The next morning, Jiang Chuan woke up and lazily turned over to open his eyes, only to find himself staring at the green bean-like eyes of the hamster squatting beside his head, its gaze somewhat dazed from lack of sleep.

  The bleary-eyed man stretched out his finger, poked the hamster's chubby face, and said in a low, husky voice with a hint of morning hoarseness, "Morning, Ah Fei."

  “……”

  The hamster lifted its hind legs and scratched the ear that had been touched by the man, confirming that it was not unexpectedly pregnant. The hamster then shook its body vigorously and yawned with an open mouth - damn, I'm so tired.

  I'll take a nap while washing up in Jiangchuan.

  Unexpectedly, Jiang Chuan sat up and didn't rush to wash up - he just slightly narrowed his eyes and covered the electronic clock on the headboard, then casually lit a cigarette and smoked for a while. After thinking for a moment, he took out his spare phone and edited a text message. After sending the message, he didn't look at his phone again, seemingly not expecting the recipient to reply. Instead, he put the phone back on the headboard with one hand.

  He cautiously lifted his head to look at the man with his back to him - after a night of settling, Jiang Chuan's back had fully revealed the bruises that hadn't appeared last night, and now they were a large patch of blue and purple, along with newly formed scars. The mouse let out two uneasy squeaks, hardly daring to believe that the man had slept so soundly with such injuries!

  Is this guy a monster?!

  Compared to the squirrel's shock, Jiang Chuan himself seemed unexpectedly nonchalant about it. He only raised an eyebrow in surprise when he first saw his back in the mirror, and then didn't show any extra expression... This made people feel that he was already used to this illusion.

  Do foreign stunt doubles often get beaten up like this?

  Just as he was sitting up in bed with a start, his heart still racing from the sudden movement.

  He slightly came back to his senses and looked up, only to find that the phone vibrating in front of him was the one Jiang Chuan had casually placed on the bedside table earlier. Whoever he tried to contact just now, this person almost replied to his text message at the first time... But Jiang Chuan didn't pick up the phone, instead, he remained sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly finishing the whole cigarette without any hurry.

  When Jiang Chuan extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his ignored mobile phone had already started vibrating wildly with an incoming call - even such a monotonous ringtone could magically make people feel that the person on the other end of the phone was going crazy from not getting a response.

  Jian Ran: "......"

  Who is so enthusiastic at such an early hour?

  Taking advantage of Jiang Chuan's turning to enter the bathroom, the hamster ding-ding-dinged from one end of the pillow to the other, just like a suspicious husband peeking at his wife's phone screen with its uniquely shaped exterior.

  There is an incoming call reminder.

  But it's in German, so I can't understand it.

  If he had known how important it was to learn German at the beginning, he would never have rolled his eyes at Fang Yu who asked him to learn a foreign language.

  "Chirp, chirp, cheep, cheep."

  Master, you have a phone call.

  "Chirp! Chirp!"

  Shut up, you'll wake me up and I won't be able to sleep in!

  The hamster's protest was drowned out by the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, so the angry hamster kicked its legs and booted the noisy phone into the trash can. After smoothing out the hair on its forehead and shaking its plump buttocks, the hamster turned around nonchalantly in the midst of the ringing phone, leaving behind a satisfying silhouette.

  Of course, if he had known that the person fuming on the other end of the phone and not getting a response was his future father-in-law, he would probably have been much more polite.

  But in the mind of a hamster, he probably couldn't guess that all this started because a disobedient son who had run away from home for several months sent a text message to his old dad, simply saying: filming fell, hurt.

  At the same time, in distant Germany, the time difference had destined that it was a good sleep time for people who valued health. At this moment, a middle-aged man, as a father, was originally sitting on the edge of the bed by the window, reading today's newspaper and drinking milk to prepare for sleep, but before falling asleep, he suddenly received a distressing text message. In the message, his son told him about his injury in a light tone.

  What's infuriating is that he was injured while doing something he didn't support.

  The first reaction of a middle-aged man was to reply coldly with: how are you? How old are you?

  You got hurt doing that kind of thing and now you're crying to come find your dad? Putting down the phone, he took a sip of milk. The middle-aged man thought about it but still couldn't let it go, so before the other person could respond, he grabbed his phone again and sent another message: What a pity, why didn't you die from the fall? That way I can go adopt an obedient son.

  After sending the message, he threw his mobile phone a bit further away this time.

  But that didn't stop him from reading the headline three times before he couldn't continue reading the shocking news "Reyns' eldest son goes to prison" - although this news was quite important to him - but when he came to his senses, he found himself worrying about a problem completely unrelated to the news: such as the level of medical care in another country on the other side of the ocean.

  The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose - a face that was probably very handsome in its youth was now expressionless, and the severe atmosphere made the servants around him lower their heads, not daring to make a sound. Until the man spoke, calmly asking the servant closest to him to retrieve the phone he had thrown far away. Holding the phone in his hand, the middle-aged man thought for a moment, then sent another text message: Where are you?

  It's been a long time, no response.

  The middle-aged man sitting on the bed put down the newspaper and milk, picked up his mobile phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window - he swore that he had never been like a teenager addicted to mobile phones, fidgeting with his phone... In fact, when he saw the reflection of his emotions on his face in the floor-to-ceiling window, he had an urge to throw his phone directly into the swimming pool downstairs.

  But when he suppressed such impulses, then came one after another:

  "Is it very serious?"

  "If you still have the face to tell me, it should prove that nothing serious happened."

  "Will it affect the inheritance of the family business?"

  "Answer."

  "Have you shut down again?"

  "Lei Lie De Leirains, what have I fed you to raise such an unfilial son?"

  "You're ruthless."

  ……

  Innumerable text messages crazily filled the inbox of the phone's owner while he was taking a bath, and after not getting any response, there were endless calls - until the phone, which didn't have much battery left anyway, flashed once in the trash can before exhausting its last bit of energy and shutting down completely... On that morning, as the sun slowly rose, a handsome man wrapped in a towel pushed open the bathroom door with a refreshed look. Meanwhile, in Germany, a middle-aged man silently threw his phone into the swimming pool downstairs.

  ……

  Jiang Chuan walked out of the bathroom and first saw a small mobile phone lying quietly in the trash can, almost covered by waste paper and cotton pads. He raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone from the trash can, pressed the keyboard, and found that the screen did not light up. Guessing that the phone was probably out of power, he didn't rush to charge it, but instead casually put it in his pocket... Turning his head again, he saw a hamster squatting on his pillow, sleeping soundly. The originally round and fat hamster looked very relaxed at this moment, spread out like a palm-sized hamster pancake.

  Jiang Chuan stretched out his hand and poked the round little butt of the hamster, which flipped over and fell from the center of the pillow to the soft bedding, lying on its back with its four paws in the air. However, the hamster did not open its eyes, but changed its posture, scratching the quilt with its claws, making a "hugging the quilt" gesture. The hamster was very satisfied and snuggled up, continuing its sweet dream.

  Gingerly, Jiang Chuan picked up the hamster from the quilt - the latter also subconsciously grasped his fingers in a sleeping reaction. The man lowered his eyes, and the emotions in them became unusually gentle... He carefully approached the hamster cage and put the hamster into the small wooden house. At this time, from the second floor of the wooden house, another resident of the cage seemed to have heard the movement and poked out its head, and its small eyes met the owner's azure pupils for a moment.

  When Jiang Chuan raised his hand and pressed it to his lips, making a silencing gesture, Xiao Hei indifferently withdrew his head.

  But unexpectedly did not make any noise.

  Gang Chuan seemed to be used to the hamster's indifference, carefully covering it with cotton balls as it slept soundly in his palm. The man closed the cage door and turned around to get dressed, when everything was ready, the agent had been waiting impatiently downstairs, seeing Gang Chuan come down, he tapped on his watch and urged: "Hurry up, go to the hospital for a shoot, there's also an appointment at noon to discuss an endorsement."

  Jiang Chuan had just sat down in the car and was settling in when he heard this. He was taken aback for a moment: "Advertisement?"

  Fang Yu nodded slightly.

  "Didn't you say no to accepting advertisements?" Jiang Chuan asked, "What about that handmade soap before..."

  "How many days has it been and you're still stuck on handmade soap? Fang Yu is about to go crazy: 'Little web celebrity who picks up soap, I solemnly inform you that taking those inexplicable three-no-product advertisements will only get you into endless trouble. What if someone uses it and gets a rotten face and comes to bother you? Are you responsible or not? What if they ask you why your face isn't rotten when you haven't even used it? The advertisement plans that pass through my side are all carefully selected, can they be the same?"

  Jiang Chuan let out an "oh" and was about to ask something when his phone in his pocket rang. He picked it up without even looking at the screen - and then heard Fei En's frantic voice on the other end: "Are you hurt? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Why didn't you tell me... I almost died when I found out you were hurt! Why didn't you answer your old man's phone call? Getting a furious call from my boss early in the morning, I don't think today is going to go well for me..."

  "Ruhig, Fein," said Kang Chuan in German, "I'm on my way to the hospital now."

  The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, then Fein's cautious voice came on: "Are you in an ambulance?"

  "No," Jiang Chuan said helplessly, "I'm fine."

  "Then you sent a message to your dad to complain?"

  "...... Fei En," Jiang Chuan said helplessly, "I didn't, I just told him that this matter exists."

  "Master, let me tell you a story: yesterday, just yesterday, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, there was a level 10 earthquake because a little devil fell down and then threw a tantrum at his dad."

  Jiang Chuan took the phone away from his ear, staring at it as if it were some kind of monster for a moment. After a while, when the person on the other end was still complaining about how terrible it was to receive a threatening call from their boss early in the morning, Jiang Chuan ruthlessly hung up the phone and turned around to ask Fang Yu, who had been waiting patiently beside him: "Go on, what kind of advertisement did you carefully select for me?"

  Fang Yu: "Who called you?"

  Kong Jiang: "Friend... or rather, bodyguard. Although his grades in professional courses at school are not as good as mine."

  "What? What?"

  Jiang Chuan: "What kind of advertisement did you carefully select for me?"

  "Potato chips."

  "......" Jiang Chuan thought there was something wrong with his ears, "What?"

  "Potato chips."

  Jiang Chuan: “……”

  Fang Yu: "......"

  "Jiang Chuan: 'If we're talking about one thing, potato chips are more noble than handmade soap.'"

  "This is the new potato chips model that Jiajia launched this spring."

  Jiang Chuan felt like a new world had opened up for him: this spring's hit trendy new potato chips.

  How are these unrelated adjectives and nouns paired together?

  "Do you understand what Shang Jia Jia is, international friend? It's our country's largest puffed junk food brand, with a gold medal guarantee for many years. How many people have eaten it from childhood to adulthood, and most importantly, they haven't died from eating it, so it's safe and guaranteed." Fang Yu patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder, "But this isn't the reason I'm interested in them. I want you to try it because this food company has money to burn, their ads will be broadcast on any popular channel with the highest ratings during prime time - and it's brainwashing-style advertising. I believe that if not for the content restrictions during the news broadcast before that ad slot, they would also want to try to get on... Let's put these aside for now. What I hope is that after this potato chip is released and brainwashes the audience with its repetitive broadcasting, your face will also become a new kind of spiritual pollution..."

  "It doesn't sound like good news."

  Fang Yu: "I want you to be like that potato chip, suitable for all ages, not just a niche product for young girls on the internet. You need to build national appeal, what's the point of just being an online celebrity?"

  Jiang Chuan: "I didn't want to be an internet celebrity..."

  Fang Yu: "After that ad, no one dared to say you didn't have any works - the filming and production of 'Republic of China Strange News' will take at least until this winter break. During this time, we need to find something to do to maintain the topic - the most perfect effect is when 'Republic of China Strange News' is released, your little student fans point at the TV and say 'look, this is a hype internet celebrity', and then their mothers or grandmothers sitting next to them will slap them in the face and tell them without allowing any argument that you are the famous Mr. Potato Chips, not a hype internet celebrity."

  “……………”

  Gang Cheon began to seriously consider whether he had chosen the wrong agent - after all, the person in front of him really didn't seem quite normal... Although he couldn't deny that what he said made some sense, doing commercials for high-end brands would indeed help raise his profile, but... Gang Cheon furrowed his brow slightly: "Taking on food commercials is definitely not something I'm too..."

  "Even if he's just a nobody, I'll still let him try his luck. Do you know how important national trends are? You probably don't know, you little internet celebrity." Fang Yu said, "Besides, there's no such thing as being good or bad at something - they might have a brief meeting with you, and if they're willing to use you, just be grateful and thank your lucky stars. Got it? The initiative is not in your hands, but in the manufacturer's. They'll be interested in you because of that photo of you with that fatso online..."

  "Ah Fei?"

  "Your mouse looks quite photogenic and seems to have a 'I'm not willing to be obscure' look, are you going to deprive it of the opportunity to become a star mouse? - By the way, I suppose your mouse should be able to survive until the commercial shoot?"

  “……”

  "Where's the mouse?"

  "Sleep in the hotel."

  "Oh, that's great - I never thought the day would come when I'd have to actively ask you about that fat mouse thing. My life has taken a huge step closer to degeneracy." The agent said, "So please make sure to take on the advertisement, otherwise my dignity will be sacrificed in vain."

  During the conversation, they had already arrived at the hospital. Fang Yu grabbed Jiang Chuan and quickly took pictures in a flurry of activity, then hastily drove the car back to their hotel - from start to finish, Jiang Chuan didn't even have a chance to interject, giving him a feeling that something was "off". He believed that if Jiang Luocheng found out he had taken a half-day off to go to the hospital for filming but actually spent less than an hour there, with the rest of the time being used to secretly make extra money, Jiang Luocheng would likely smash the director's monitor right into his face.

  Jiang Chuan was somewhat puzzled as to what relationship "potato chips" had with Ah Fei, until he returned to the hotel and met the person in charge of the advertisement - the other party's first impression of Jiang Chuan was obviously very satisfactory, and they repeatedly told Fang Yu "your Jiang Chuan is even more handsome than in the photos", Fang Yu chuckled and hinted to the other party to stop with the nonsense and get to the point, at which time the person in charge handed over the advertisement plan to Jiang Chuan.

  Before this, Jiang Chuan was not too keen on his face appearing on any food packaging bags.

  Until he opened the advertisement plan, he found that his task was only responsible for appearing in the TV commercial - not what he imagined to be like a fool holding potato chips with one hand and thumbs up with the other hand, smiling brightly at the camera and then being printed on food packaging bags filled with shelves - Shangjiajia Puffed Food has their own series of packaging designs, the best is that their designers are tasteful, at least they won't print the star's big face on the packaging bag.

  Even if the spokespersons are good-looking, they won't do such a thing.

  The idiom "秀色可餐" is actually very inappropriate when it comes to snacks, and can only simultaneously lower the level of both food and celebrities. Unfortunately, some people just don't understand.

  Seeing his face not appearing on the shelves, Jiang Chuan's resistant mood decreased a bit - just at this time, the hamster in the cage finally woke up and crawled out to squat in the food bowl for its own lunch. Under the strong request of the advertising person in charge, Jiang Chuan took the hamster out of the cage, so Jian Ran, who was snacking on melon seeds halfway, suddenly received this astonishing news without any buffer: as a hamster, he had actually received an advertisement and was going to debut.

  When Jiang Chuan stretched out his finger and poked the white belly of the hamster, asking "Ah Fei, is the advertisement good?", the hamster shook its butt and raised its two paws high - at the same time, Fang Yu said with emotion on the side: "You see, I told you that your family's hamster is not willing to be mediocre... At least it has more ambitions than you."

  Looking at the hamster excitedly raising its paws and shaking its buttocks, Jiang Chuan was speechless.

  To show himself as an open-minded master, he decided to take on this advertisement without blocking his own mouse's strong desire to perform.

  The entire negotiation proceeded smoothly in a pleasant atmosphere.

  Until Fang Yu asked the person in charge if there was already a rough script for the advertisement - the other party had obviously come prepared, because they had happily agreed to sign a contract on the spot, so when Fang Yu raised the question, he quickly pulled out a thin script from his bag. Driven by professional instinct, Jiang Chuan took the script and began to study it carefully.

  The script content is very small, plus various details, and it's just about two A4 papers.

  As Jiang Chuan opened the script, he could feel the hamster squatting on his shoulder silently watching the script - until he slowly finished reading the two pages of paper at an incredibly slow speed. He closed the script, turned his head and exchanged a glance with the hamster perched on his shoulder.

  Miraculously, he seemed to have seen the same collapse of emotions in the eyes of the hamster.

  First, the name of this potato chip is "Yu Yu", which means small sweet potato. The main ingredient is a special small-sized sweet potato slice made into chips. The target audience is young people. Compared to traditional potato chips, each piece of "Yu Yu" is only about the size of two fingernails, making it easy to put the whole chip in your mouth with a subtle gesture.

  Unlike traditional potato chips, it doesn't get all over your mouth and crumbles when you bite into it.

  The above is the premise.

  And the whole potato chips' advertisement script is like this——

  From head to toe, as the male lead, Jiang Chuan only needs to sit next to a white table, eat potato chips with a blank expression... Behind him, animated children's painting effects will play in rotation, depicting spring, summer, autumn and winter; while Jiang Chuan is eating potato chips, his pet hamster Jian Ran is responsible for pushing the potato chips back and forth on the table, running around and playing - this doesn't require much acting skills, after all, you can't ask too much from a hamster.

  Up until this point, the entire script looks fairly normal.

  What made Jiang Chuan and Jin Yan collapse at the same time was this advertisement's slogan ——

  "Squeak (hamster's cry), squeak (hamster's cry), crunch crunch (sound of eating potato chips)"

  Mouse, mouse, mouse eats potatoes.

  "You take one bite, I take one bite, and feed the mouse potatoes."

  "......The person who wrote this advertising slogan......must have escaped from a mental hospital. What else is he dissatisfied with, that he still dares to come and write advertisements?"

  Person in charge: "Oh no, don't say that, you just don't get it. Our advertising slogan has a very professional implication. The first sentence, the sound of chewing will evoke people's desire for snacks; the second sentence is a double entendre, everyone knows that hamsters eat their own kind, right? Mouse eats mouse, isn't that very reasonable?"

  Jiang Chuan: "...... Is this advertisement for the Deep Night Party?"

  Person in charge: "No."

  Kong Chuan: “……Then why use a dark nursery rhyme?”

  The person in charge pretended not to hear: "The third sentence is to highlight the main concept of our product - even hamsters can eat potato chips, pure natural, no additives, healthy and nourishing."

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  After the person in charge left.

  Jiang Chuan complained to Fang Yu sitting opposite him: "He is talking nonsense in a serious tone."

  "Oh," Fang Yu said without looking up, reading the contract, "Congratulations on grasping the true essence of the existence of 'advertising'."