They are all bad women!

"Do you... know me?" Shen Mochen asked, bewildered.

"How could I not know you!" The manager excitedly hugged Shen Mochen and kissed his cheek passionately. Shen Mochen frowned slightly. Although she was a still-attractive beauty, being forcibly kissed by a stranger didn't feel good. However, her perfume smelled quite nice.

"How did you get here!" the manager asked excitedly.

Shen Mochen is not only famous in Yu Pi, but also has a considerable number of fans in Roman. Especially after Roman's national treasure-level director Vasilyevich publicly expressed her admiration for him.

Vasilyevich's name is known not only in Roman, but throughout the world. He is one of the three greatest directors in the world, and the other two have passed away, while he is still alive.

Every shot of his tells a story, every frame is a work of art. All his films have won international awards, and the protagonists who have worked with him, even those who were previously unknown, have become the most sought-after international superstars. All the big stars are honored to work with him, even if it's just a minor supporting role.

Even the most prestigious Roman royal family had to book him a month in advance when they wanted to commission him to film a short film to commemorate the princess's 18th birthday.

Even such a great director, when interviewed by Roman Royal Television a month ago, was asked which male actor he most wanted to work with next. He answered Shen Mochen without hesitation, calling him "the boy kissed by God" and the only person he wanted to work with for his final project.

This incident caused a huge uproar in Roman, as the director had never praised anyone so highly before. Shen Mochen was a foreigner and not yet an actor. But it was precisely because of this that this "boy kissed by God" entered the public eye in Roman!
"I don't know." Shen Mochen shook his head innocently, but remained relatively calm.

"Huh?" The manager was stunned.

“I don’t remember anything. I don’t know who I am or why I’m here… but I want a job now, a job that can earn a lot of money.” Shen Mochen gently touched the cross on his neck.

"You have amnesia?" the manager exclaimed in shock.

“Yes.” Shen Mochen nodded.

How long have you had amnesia?

"About a month."

“One month…” The manager pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it should be the time when Shen Mochen visited Roman as a goodwill envoy.

No wonder some media outlets reported his arrival, but no further information was released afterward. Did he lose his memory around that time? What exactly happened?
"Where have you been for the past month?" the manager asked hurriedly.

"I was hiding around here. I only vaguely remember that someone wanted to kill me. I don't know who it was, and I didn't dare to reveal myself." Shen Mochen showed a pained expression.

"What a poor child!"

The manager was heartbroken. She hugged Shen Mochen tightly and refused to let go for a long time.

Although she felt sympathy and pity for Shen Mochen at this moment, someone who had risen to such a position wouldn't be so easily swayed. How could he have disappeared in Roman for a month without any news coming out?
Yu Pi and the Roman authorities jointly suppressed the news. Yu Pi did not exert official pressure or issue any public condemnation, acting as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the Buque authorities continued to release the materials Shen Mochen had previously filmed.

Someone wants him gone; their background is far from simple. Is it someone from Roman's faction? Or someone from Yu Pi's?
If it's Roman's man, why would Yu Pi remain silent?
If they are Yu Pi's people, then why are they continuing to release materials about Shen Mochen?

I had vaguely heard that a private plane exploded near St. Mary's. Could it be Shen Mochen's plane?
The manager had too many questions in her mind; the more she thought about it, the more she felt the situation might be very complicated. It was definitely not something she was qualified to be involved in. And Shen Mochen, the only one who might know the truth, was currently in a state of amnesia, at least superficially. Although she couldn't immediately determine the truth, the manager judged that Shen Mochen's amnesia was 99% real. If he didn't have amnesia, why would he be applying for a job here? Even the most naive person could guess that this place was more than just a place for escorting drinks.

If he's faking amnesia to avoid someone, he'll find a better place to go.

"You, you're very good, but I can't decide..." The manager released Shen Mochen, his voice trembling slightly, "I need to call the boss now."

"Do you know who I am?"

Shen Mochen looked at her innocently and pleadingly, his eyes filled with a pure innocence, like a pool of water breaking through a vast icy plain. In that instant, the manager almost felt an overwhelming urge to abduct him and keep him as a mistress!
"I'm not sure, let's wait for the boss to arrive."

But after a brief period of deliberation, reason ultimately prevailed over this impulse.

She took out her phone and, with some hesitation, called her boss.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but I hope you can understand my situation. Tonight, a very special applicant has come, and I can't make a decision on my own... No, no, no, it's not some minor celebrity who's short of money. Nor is it a big star. You'll know everything when you come here, so I'm sorry I can't tell you over the phone."

The manager hung up the phone, stared intently at Shen Mochen again, and then gave him his most amiable smile:
"Put on your hat and sunglasses. I'll take you to my office to clean them and change your clothes. Our boss will be coming to interview you in person in a little while."

Shen Mochen obediently put on a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, and then followed the manager out of the interview hall.

Those waiting outside had already heard that the general manager of "Paradise" was interviewing a very special applicant, who only showed his face to the manager. So everyone craned their necks, some even making bets on what the applicant's fate would be.

They didn't think the candidate would pass the manager's interview. They had inquired beforehand, as the candidate was known for her iron-fisted and ruthless nature, a pure opportunist. Her attitude towards people depended solely on their performance; she never showed favoritism to any particular person.

But to their utter surprise, the manager was holding the other person's hand as they came out.

"Manager, may I ask if today's interviews will continue?" Irina quickly stepped forward and asked softly.

"Suit yourself. But from now on, don't bother me again, even if the sky falls." The manager waved his hand impatiently.

Everyone was shocked, especially Irina and her sister, who were stunned to see her holding the man's hand. In all their years here, this was the first time they'd seen this woman so interested in a man. There was no shortage of handsome, charming men here, but this woman had never been involved in any scandals, leading some to speculate about her sexual orientation.

But at this moment, her face was beaming with an intimate, even ingratiating, smile as she looked at a man. Was this a prince from some country?
When are you going to perform burning your crotch with a lighter?

"Don't forget to do a handstand."

"Damn it, I meant using candles!"

After the manager and Shen Mochen left, whispers immediately broke out in the crowd. (End of Chapter)