Transcending Boundaries: Journey to the Infinite

Untitled Part 20

Visiting the Set

Beep, beep, beep—

Car horns blared through the narrow, bustling street.

"Chu, if you stick with the boss, you'll never have to worry about food. Just keep doing your best; there's a lot of potential for you. You've got the skills and the look, and with the boss backing you, who knows? You might even get cast in a movie. That would be amazing!"

Fish Head Xu had his hands on the steering wheel, his face still brimming with excitement as he looked at the traffic jam ahead. He kept going on, "Become a star, and you'll make so much money that your hands will cramp from counting it. You can date beautiful women, drive fancy cars, live in a big house—life would be perfect!"

"Really?"

Yang Chu leaned back in the passenger seat, listening to Fish Head Xu's vision of the future while his eyes were fixed on the busy crowd outside the car window. For some reason, he recalled the books he had read in the library.

It seemed like after his internal system had regained control of his body, and he had resolved the crisis of death, finding a job with Fish Head Xu and no longer facing immediate survival problems, he suddenly felt that many things seemed to lack meaning.

Since losing his subconsciousness, even the basic desires driven by physiological instincts seemed to fail to excite him.

Instead, flipping through books in the library and exploring the infinite mysteries of his own body seemed to captivate his interest more.

He slowly rolled up the window to block out the noise from outside, and Yang Chu looked indifferently at the busy streets and the cityscape.

The garish billboards, one shop after another, the newspaper kiosks and dessert stands by the roadside, and the streams of people coming and going.

Everything seemed so close yet so distant, as if they were two different worlds.

"Brother Xu, what do you think is the meaning of our lives?" Yang Chu suddenly asked, somewhat out of the blue.

"Wow, Chu, you're asking me such a profound question?"

Fish Head Xu, in the driver's seat, heard this clearly and responded dramatically.

Yang Chu kept looking out the window. He wasn't really asking Fish Head Xu; he was more or less pondering the question himself.

Fish Head Xu, oblivious to Yang Chu's thoughts, continued talking, "Chu, I have no idea how to answer that. I never went to school, not even finishing primary school. If I had known better back then, I would have bought properties or land, or even gold, with the money I made. Now, I wouldn't have to be hustling..."

As he spoke, a rare expression of regret and nostalgia appeared on his face.

He wasn't young anymore, almost forty. His stamina was declining, and with injuries accumulating, he couldn't become a stunt coordinator. Now, he could only play minor roles in films and TV shows to make a living.

"So who should I ask then?"

Yang Chu asked with a smile, seeing how serious Fish Head Xu was and teasing him a little.

"Ask those educated folks."

Fish Head Xu pursed his lips, honking the horn to hurry along a slow-moving pedestrian. He continued, "Those so-called 'Four Great Talents' or whatever—they either write books or run newspapers to make big money, or they're on TV babbling on all day. I have no idea where they get so much to talk about."