Chen Zhao slept all the way until noon. When he woke up, Fali had already left.
Chen Zhao also tidied himself up and called Vincent's car.
"Chen, where are you going today?"
"Newmarket Avenue. I don't know the exact location," Chen Zhao said.
"It's on the other side of LA. It's really far. I'll give you a discount. Three hundred dollars."
"You don't have to check the meter?"
"If you do, you'll need at least five hundred."
"Okay, three hundred."
"Are you in a hurry? If not, I'll drive slower. "
"Just get there in an hour."
"Not in an hour, but I'll try my best."
Chen Zhao wanted to go to Newmarket Avenue. It was where Steven's film crew was filming.
Steven had built an outdoor set there. Chen Zhao and Steven had agreed to go there today.
Newmarket Avenue was also in the suburbs. It was a road along the coastline and had a great view.
On the left was a lush forest. On the other side was the salty sea breeze.
When Chen Zhao asked Steven for the location, Steven explained it a few times but Chen Zhao still didn't understand. In the end, he could only call Vincent and have him talk to Steven.
When they reached the set, the car was stopped by the security guard.
"Sorry, they're filming. You can't go in."
Chen Zhao made a call. Soon, a short guy with curly hair walked out hurriedly.
"Move, move. This is Mr. Steven's guest." The curly-haired man waved at the security guard. "You're Mr. Chen, right? Does this car need to go in too? "
"Yes. He's in charge of sending me back later."
"It's not convenient to park inside. Can you park here? There are security guards here too. "
"Okay, Vincent, come with me."
Vincent was also very interested in this film set. Although he was born and raised in Los Angeles, and it was said that everyone in Los Angeles knew how to act, he had never been to a film set before.
"How should I address you?"
"I'm an assistant director. You can call me Houllier."
Just then, Chen Zhao saw Steven. He was sitting in front of the small screen behind the camera, watching the feed.
He also recognized the actress in front of the camera. It was Yafen. She was acting with a male actor.
Yafen saw Chen Zhao coming from the corner of her eye. Steven immediately noticed that Yafen was acting.
"Cut, again. Yafen, where are you looking at?"
"Sorry," Yafen apologized immediately, but she looked at Chen Zhao behind her.
Steven also noticed Yafen's gaze at this moment and turned back to look.
"Haha … Chen, you're here. Houllier, help me film 146 scenes." Steven immediately stood up and called Houllier to take over his work. "Yafen, come here."
Yafen didn't avoid him. She came over and hugged him, welcoming his arrival.
Vincent wiped his saliva. Last time, he seemed to have picked Chen Zhao up from this woman's house.
This woman was really pretty. Vincent couldn't help but envy Chen Zhao.
"Yafen, finish your scenes first. I still have something to do with Chen." Steven then looked at Vincent. "Right, who is he?"
"Oh, it's my friend, Vincent. He drove me here,"
"Vincent, do you want to try being an actor?"
"Err … Can I?"
"There's a small role with a few lines. If you're interested, you can try."
"Houllier, arrange it and give him the script. I have something to discuss with Chen."
"Okay, Mr. Steven."
As an assistant director, he was actually an assistant director. His main job was to take over the director's place and take care of some unimportant scenes, accumulating work experience and getting a feel for the camera.
Steven brought Chen Zhao to his van. After Chen Zhao got in, he realized that it was a small apartment.
The price of such a van was estimated to be two million US dollars, which was more expensive than the house he was living in now.
"Chen, do we start the treatment now?"
"Yes. Take off your shirt and lie on the sofa."
"Will it hurt?"
"No. You won't even feel pain. We can chat while we treat you."
"Chen, how about you be my health consultant? I'll pay you eight thousand dollars every month. You check my body regularly. "
"Sure." Chen Zhao accepted without hesitation, because Steven's price was very high.
A health consultant was not a private doctor. They were not responsible for treatment. They only checked the body and gave suggestions. At the same time, they were responsible for answering the client's health questions.
Moreover, a health consultant could not only take on one client. If they had time, they could take on ten or even a hundred.
Of course, normally, a health consultant could take on ten clients at most.
After all, checking the body and talking to the client would take at least half a day.
For example, if Chen Zhao accepted ten clients' invitations to be their health consultant, he would have to take care of the clients' health for five to ten days a month.
Any more and Chen Zhao would not even be able to do his job.
Eight thousand dollars a month was already very high.
A normal doctor probably wouldn't even make a thousand dollars for a client's invitation. They also had to pay taxes.
Of course, it was different from treating patients like Steven or Rasfa, where one treatment would cost tens of thousands of dollars. This was an unstable income. If they did not make a profit for half a year, they would be able to eat for half a year.
Moreover, after the treatment, the income would be cut off, unless they could develop other patients who needed long-term treatment.
Moreover, not every patient could be like Steven and Rasfa, whose wealth was calculated in hundreds of millions.
Being a health consultant was a stable income. As long as the client did not die or fire the consultant, the income would be stable.
"Okay, turn around. Take off your pants and underwear too …" Chen Zhao started to apply acupuncture on Steven's front.
"Huh? I think there's a stone in your urethra. "Chen Zhao suddenly realized that he felt something foreign when the needle went in.
"Err, when I go to the toilet recently, I really can't pee. I have to wait for a long time and it hurts a little, but it's not obvious. Do I need surgery?"
"No surgery. It's a small problem. These stones come out easily. I'll crush them for you. Drink more water tonight and it'll come out on its own in two or three times."
"Thank you …"
"Okay, take this."
"What?" Steven looked at the romance magazine Chen Zhao had stuffed into his hands. "What?"
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