Chapter 84: All or Nothing—I'm Going to Gamble!

What do you think? Hearing Wang Mo’s question, the actor sitting across from him flushed red, stammering for a long while without uttering a word. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to comment, but rather he simply didn’t know how to. The ethereal, otherworldly presence Wang Mo had just displayed was now deeply imprinted in his mind, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

This actor’s skills were far from poor—otherwise, he would never have been selected to participate in the shooting of “Eternal Spirit’s Fate.” Precisely for this reason, he could truly appreciate just how extraordinary Wang Mo’s performance had been.

“Damn it, how did he even do that?” No matter how hard he tried, this actor couldn’t figure out how Wang Mo had managed to portray that immortal aura just moments ago. It was simply beyond comprehension.

Wasn’t Wang Mo supposed to be the fallen idol, a talentless pretty face? How could he be so completely different from the rumors? Did this guy somehow cheat the system?

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Seeing that the other remained silent, Wang Mo didn’t mind. He smiled, nodded politely to everyone, and returned to Yuan Xiong’s side. “Xiong, let’s go.”

At that moment, Wang Mo felt utterly at ease. The feeling of showing off—how exhilarating! Damn, I must have scared them half to death.

“Go?” Yuan Xiong spread his hands. “After what you just pulled, you think you can just leave?”

“Hm?” Wang Mo looked up, only then realizing what Yuan Xiong meant. Nearly the entire crew had surrounded him, each face filled with shock and awe. Most striking was Director Guo Wei, eyes practically shining as he rushed toward Wang Mo.

The chatter grew louder and louder.

“My god, am I dreaming?”

“That immortal aura emanating from Wang Mo just now—unbelievable.”

“For a moment, I almost wanted to kneel down and worship.”

“How did he manage to act like that?”

“Exactly! It was just his back—no lines, no gestures. But the moment I saw him from behind, I was convinced he was a true immortal descending to the mortal world. That feeling was simply mystical.”

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Before the others could get closer, Yuan Xiong grabbed Wang Mo’s shoulder, lowering his voice with a hint of menace. “How many more things are you hiding from me?”

Damn! I swore last time I’d get to the bottom of Wang Mo’s secrets, but now it seems I haven’t uncovered anything, while Wang Mo only becomes more and more mysterious. What kind of manager am I? Useless! No, this time, when we go back, I’ll move in with Wang Mo. I refuse to believe he can keep anything from me under my nose. As his agent, not knowing my artist’s talents and strengths is simply negligent.

Wang Mo coughed lightly, his expression unchanging. “I have no secrets from you.”

Yuan Xiong: “Then how did you pull off what you just did?”

Wang Mo, utterly shameless, replied: “I am an immortal from the heavens, reincarnated in this world.”

Unfortunately, this time he hadn’t switched to his immortal demeanor, so instead of awe-inspiring, he simply looked like someone asking for a beating.

Yuan Xiong wanted to say more, but Director Guo Wei had already arrived, grabbing Wang Mo’s hand. “Wang Mo, hello.”

Wang Mo smoothly withdrew his hand. “Director Guo, hello.”

Guo Wei ignored Wang Mo’s subtle move, looking him up and down with excitement gleaming in his eyes. “Can you tell me, how did you convey that sense of ‘the immortal upon the peak’ just now? To be honest, your performance was flawless.”

Wang Mo thought for a moment. “Actually, I don’t really know how to act…”

That was the truth. But Guo Wei misunderstood, nodding. “I understand what you mean. The company failed you before, not recognizing your talent. That’s on the company, and especially on your agent.”

Yuan Xiong: “…”

Guo Wei glanced at Yuan Xiong, the meaning in his eyes clear: Am I wrong?

Yuan Xiong: “…”

Guo Wei glanced again, his expression saying: Look at you, ruining such a promising talent!

Yuan Xiong: “…”

He was certain—Wang Mo truly couldn’t act. Heaven knows how this bastard suddenly seemed to unlock all his hidden potential and portrayed an immortal so vividly.

Damn. This is infuriating. I have to take the blame for everything. I might as well just buy a black pot and wear it around.

Guo Wei looked away from Yuan Xiong and asked Wang Mo, “Wang Mo, was your performance just now a sudden inspiration, or did it come naturally? If I asked you to do it again, could you replicate it?”

Wang Mo replied, “I just pictured the immortal in my mind, and it came out naturally. If I did it again, I think I could manage.”

“Excellent!” Guo Wei suppressed his excitement. “I have an idea. I’d like you to put on the character’s original costume and perform the scene again. Would you be willing?”

“No problem,” Wang Mo agreed readily. He was also curious to see, with the right attire and atmosphere, just how ethereal his ‘immortal aura’ could become.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo had changed. With his stunning looks—a solid 90 out of 100—he was born to wear costumes. The moment he emerged in ancient dress, nearly every girl in the crew couldn’t help but glance his way, a few even sneaking peeks with flushed cheeks.

So dazzling!

Guo Wei shook his head repeatedly. “What a pity, what a pity, what a pity…”

Three times in a row. Clearly, he was lamenting that if Wang Mo hadn’t been disgraced, with that appearance and even a little acting skill, he would have been the undisputed lead in any period drama.

Of course, before his disgrace, the company did try to send Wang Mo into television and film. Unfortunately, his acting was so unbearable that, after weighing the options, the company finally gave up on that path, deciding he’d be better off as a handsome idol.

“Director Guo, I’m ready,” Wang Mo said.

Guo Wei nodded. “Good, just follow my cues…”

As he spoke, he turned on the camera.

The assistant director was taken aback. “Director, you’re recording this?”

Guo Wei replied, “Yes.”

The assistant director hesitated. “But… it can’t be broadcast.”

Guo Wei answered, “It doesn’t matter. If Wang Mo can really recreate that mood, I’ll use the footage as a learning tool for the cast.”

The assistant director finally understood. Clearly, Guo Wei wanted everyone to learn from Wang Mo’s example—a good idea. If everyone watched Wang Mo’s performance, perhaps it would spark their inspiration and help them through the shoot. Even if their acting didn’t reach his level, it would still be an improvement.

Very soon, Guo Wei called out to Wang Mo, “Begin!”

Wang Mo immediately turned around. His demeanor changed.

His back faced the crowd.

A chorus of gasps swept through the room.

Everyone had thought Wang Mo’s initial demonstration of the immortal was ethereal enough. But now, seeing him in full costume, they finally understood what true otherworldliness meant.

Graceful, transcendent.

He didn’t seem like a person of this world. Simply by standing there, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth—his figure not large, yet towering, inspiring awe.

“Perfection…” Guo Wei stared in a daze for a long time before finally uttering a single word.

And this was just a standing pose. If later, sound effects and atmosphere were added, how overwhelming would it be?

Guo Wei could barely imagine it.

Soon, Wang Mo finished his performance and came over to Guo Wei. “Director, did I embarrass myself?”

Guo Wei shook his head, saying nothing. Instead, he opened the camera and watched the recorded segment of Wang Mo’s immortal performance again and again.

Once. Twice.

After a dozen or so viewings, Guo Wei suddenly looked up at Wang Mo, then fixed his gaze on Yuan Xiong. “To hell with it, I’m going to take a gamble!”

Yuan Xiong was startled. “Gamble on what?”

Guo Wei declared, “I’m going to splice Wang Mo’s footage into the show.”

Boom! The words echoed, leaving everyone’s ears ringing.

“What?”

“My god!”

“No way?”

“Director Guo’s lost it.”

Especially the assistant director, whose face changed dramatically. “Director, you can’t—Wang Mo… if we really do this, when the show airs, netizens will tear us apart.”

But Guo Wei’s eyes only grew more determined. “I’ve thought it through. True, Wang Mo isn’t suited to appear on screen. But the immortal character he plays is just a silhouette—no lines, no actions, and no close-ups. As long as we don’t credit him openly, who will know it’s really him?”

The assistant director protested, but Guo Wei continued, “Of course, there’s some risk. But the potential reward far outweighs it. Wang Mo’s performance was so flawless, even I can’t find a single fault. If we use this footage, it will become the show’s biggest highlight.”

Every great show needs a highlight to spark discussion and heat. And with that, greater value can be created.

That was Guo Wei’s reasoning.

He looked straight at Yuan Xiong. “Old Yuan, it’s your call.”

Yuan Xiong’s mind raced. Getting Wang Mo a part in a major fantasy drama like “Eternal Spirit’s Fate” was a golden opportunity, especially given Wang Mo’s current situation. Even if it was just a silhouette, it was enough. In the future, this could become a stepping stone for Wang Mo’s comeback.

His gaze grew serious. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “I agree.”

“Good!” Guo Wei made the decision. “It’s settled, then. Old Yuan, you handle negotiations with the company—I trust you can make it happen. As for the crew, everyone will sign a nondisclosure agreement regarding Wang Mo’s identity. The ‘Immortal on the Peak’ scene is done—let’s move to the next!”

Yuan Xiong agreed without hesitation.

In just a minute or two, they had settled what everyone else thought impossible.

Off to the side, Wang Mo could only listen in bewilderment.

He had only meant to show off a little—how had he suddenly become part of the crew?

Come on! They hadn’t even discussed his fee yet.

With his status, surely asking for three to five hundred million wasn’t too much?

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