Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Time passed day by day.

At this time.

When Li Mo'an was about to report to the crew of the TV series "Gambling Art".

It was a sunny afternoon.

A gentle breeze rustled through the tall poplar trees outside the courtyard wall, their leaves making a soft, rustling sound as they rubbed against each other.

Golden sunlight shone on the bluestone slabs in the center of the courtyard.

Li Mo'an was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

He stretched his legs out casually, holding a bound sheet of printed paper in his hand.

I was just about to use my free time this afternoon to review the lines in the script.

Sudden.

The smartphone in my pocket vibrated, making a sound.

I took out my phone and glanced at it.

The caller's name was displayed on the screen.

He swiped his thumb across the screen and pressed the answer button.

He held the phone to his ear and received a call from his aunt, Yang Mi.

"Hello, Auntie."

On the other end of the phone.

Yang Mi looked tired, and this time she brought bad news.

The director of this movie, "The Art of Gambling," suddenly decided he didn't want Li Mo'an to star in it anymore.

Upon hearing this news...

Li Mo'an held the phone, listening calmly.

All I could hear was Yang Mi explaining through gritted teeth on the other end of the phone.

It turns out that while the director was preparing for the start of filming, he was idly browsing the news on his phone.

I just happened to see it as a trending topic on Weibo a while ago.

Because the director saw the negative news about him digging up a bomb in the Mushroom House.

It's well known that film and television crews are places that value auspiciousness; before filming begins, they even set up an altar to burn incense and pray for peace.

The production team now feels this is outrageous.

Is there any kind soul in the village who, while filming a slow-paced rural variety show, manages to unearth an unexploded bomb with a single hoe, enough to send half the village to its grave?

The director said in his office that this person was too strange.

Upon hearing this...

Li Mo'an, who had thought joining the crew was a sure thing, suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

He closed the script in his hand.

Thoughts began to surge in my mind involuntarily.

He even started mentally complaining.

"Following the rumor that I lack sufficient perception of danger, is this yet another eerie rumor I've been given?"

Li Mo'an was speechless.

Within their own cognitive system, this is a completely unscientific idealist argument.

He went to the village entrance to dig soil himself to help the production team repair the road; it was a good deed done to help others.

The iron lump buried in the ground is a legacy of history.

The hoe struck the metal lump; this is a purely physical collision.

There is a close cause-and-effect relationship between them.

Does it have anything to do with evil?

How come it became something evil in the mouths of these people?

Li Mo'an felt that these people's logic was completely untenable.

but.

Before he could refute these remarks...

His aunt, Yang Mi, then told him on the phone that he didn't need to worry too much.

Yang Mi sighed on the other end of the phone, indicating that the matter had been handled properly.

In order to preserve this opportunity to lock my nephew in a closed photography studio.

The owner of Jiaxing Entertainment personally took charge.

I made a guarantee to that director.

She had already assured the other party that there would definitely be no problem this time.

After much persuasion and explanation...

This means his role has been saved.

Hearing that the role is still available, we can join the production as planned.

Li Mo'an nodded slightly, feeling that her aunt's efficiency was commendable.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

However, Yang Mi, who was in Shanghai, was still very worried.

Having experienced so many rollercoaster-like thrills, this strong woman's nerves have become extremely fragile.

She was afraid that something unexpected might happen during this lull before filming began.

then.

Yang Mi gave Li Mo'an a lot of instructions and advice over the phone.

The voice rose a few octaves, and the tone was stern as it warned:

"Don't you dare cause me any trouble these next couple of days!"

"Stay put in the Mushroom House and behave yourself!"

"Otherwise, your chance to join the film crew might really fall through!"

........................................

Faced with her aunt's warning, which was full of distrust.

Li Mo'an stood up from the rattan chair.

He walked steadily to the shady spot in the courtyard.

They avoided the slightly glaring sunlight overhead.

His handsome face remained impassively calm.

He spoke into the microphone, his voice pure and sincere, assuring us:

"Don't worry, Auntie."

"Don't you trust me?"

He's an honest man who doesn't talk much.

As these words fell.

Yang Mi, on the other end of the phone, heard this statement that proclaimed her honesty.

They fell silent immediately.

........................................

Magic City.

Inside the spacious and bright CEO's office.

Yang Mi held her phone to her ear and froze.

My breath felt as if it had been forcibly cut off in that instant.

honest?

Is there any more absurd adjective in the world?

Yang Mi's mind began to race through a series of events uncontrollably.

From the moment this kid came to Jiaxing.

He went to the police station to report his crime, then turned around and knocked out an A-level wanted criminal with a brick.

Later, he even led a group of bigwigs from various provinces in the East to cross the border and go to Myanmar for a meeting.

He even managed to bring down the largest armed warlord in the area with a single banquet at his manor in Sanbianpo.

To commit such a shocking crime that could change the geopolitical landscape of the border region.

just now.

This kid actually used such a flat tone, like drinking plain water, to say that he was honest?

Yang Mi was speechless for a moment.

She didn't say anything after that.

He simply sighed deeply into the microphone and said:

"Alright."

"Just remember what I told you."

She would be grateful if she could get through these two days smoothly and join the crew.

After discussing these matters, we were able to make the final arrangements.

The two hung up the phone.

The receiver picked up a busy signal indicating a disconnection.

Li Mo'an moved the phone away from his ear and pressed the lock screen button on the side.

He put his phone away and casually slipped it into the pocket of his casual pants.

He felt that his aunt was just worrying unnecessarily.

She's clearly a law-abiding and good artist, yet she insists on treating herself like some kind of trouble-making machine.

This kind of prejudice, lacking any objective basis, is truly frustrating.

then.

He turned around, preparing to go back inside to continue reading the script.

I plan to refine the psychological motivations in the character sketches to make them even more perfect before joining the production team.

Just then.

He walked to the eaves.

Li Mo'an looked up.

I blurted out something without thinking:

"Uncle Niu, where are you going?"

In his line of sight.

On the village road, an old man was carrying a canvas bag that had been washed until it was somewhat faded.

They were sneaking towards the bus stop at the entrance to the village.

This person was none other than Old Ox Head.