I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

"Handsome! Staying at a hotel? It'll be great with girls to keep you company!"

"Young man, it's cheap! Cheap! Just two hundred dollars, you'll be satisfied!"

"The girl is gorgeous, with fair skin and a great figure. You'll know once you try her!"

As soon as Jiang Chen stepped out of Zhongshan Station, he was enthusiastically surrounded by a group of middle-aged women.

They were holding up plastic signs that read "Accommodation" and "Massage," and one of them reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

Cantonese, Mandarin, and half-baked Cantonese with heavy accents all clashed and flooded my ears.

"No, no."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and squeezed through the crowd.

"Handsome guy, don't go! Come take a look!"

"It's really great!"

He quickened his pace, finally broke free of the encirclement, opened the car door, jumped into a taxi, slammed the door shut, and let out a long sigh of relief.

So good!

How positive is it?

Is it better than a 36D?

"Where to?" The driver turned to look at him. He was in his forties, with dark skin, and spoke Mandarin with a Shiqi accent.

"Nantang School"

The driver paused for a moment, then glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "What are you going there for? It's been abandoned for years, nobody lives there."

"A friend of mine is filming there."

"Filming a movie?" The driver raised an eyebrow, seemingly skeptical, but didn't ask any further questions. He started the car. "Okay, hold on tight."

"Driver, could you stop by the fruit shop when we pass by? I need to buy some fruit."

"No problem."

The taxi drove out of the station and merged into the traffic flow during the National Day holiday.

Because it was National Day, there were many pedestrians on the street.

Many old buildings along the street exude a strong Republican-era charm. Shops on the ground floor sell clothes, herbal tea, and double-skin milk, with colorful signs. Clotheslines extend from the second-floor windows, hanging bed sheets and underwear that sway in the wind.

Electric bikes and bicycles weaved through the crowds, their bells ringing incessantly.

After passing the bustling section, there were fewer people.

Along the roadside were vast sugarcane fields and banana groves, their leaves wilted from the sun.

About twenty minutes later, we arrived at Nantang School.

Despite being called a school, it was actually just two old three-story buildings with peeling white paint on the exterior walls, revealing the gray-black cement underneath.

At this time, a cordon was set up in front of the building, and several vehicles belonging to the film crew were parked inside the cordon, including a familiar Mercedes-Benz V6 minivan.

A sign stood outside the cordon: "Film crew shooting, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

Jiang Chen paid the fare and got out of the car carrying the fruit.

I must say, this place is indeed quite eerie if you come here at night.

The dilapidated building, overgrown with weeds, and windows without glass, howling in the wind—you wouldn't even need to build a set for a horror movie.

The movie "Far Cry" was advertised as being filmed on location on a remote island in Southeast Asia, but in reality, it was filmed in an abandoned school in Zhongshan.

With a total budget of five million, a large portion of Chen Xiaochun's salary was taken up, leaving very little money actually spent on production.

It has a 3.3 rating on Douban, and the plot is so awkward it's almost painful to watch...

But what about this movie?

This is the most representative work of Yang Mi's film career, without a doubt!

Countless male fans stayed up late at night in front of their computers to watch the film two or three times, using their hands to give their most sincere "exclusive support" to the blurry pirated screen.

This alone has generated hundreds of billions of views and generated immense buzz for the film among the general public…

He took out his phone and called Yang Mi.

The assistant answered the phone, "Sister Mi is filming. Wait here, I'll send someone to pick you up."

His tone wasn't particularly enthusiastic. Jiang Chen responded, hung up the phone, and waited outside the police cordon.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a little girl ran out from inside.

"Teacher Jiang? Come with me."

Jiang Chen followed behind her, carrying fruit. They crossed the cordon, walked around several piles of equipment boxes, and entered the temporary dressing room on the first floor of the teaching building.

The corridor was dimly lit, with peeling paint on the walls, wires hanging from overhead, and power strips lined up one after another, which looked rather unsafe.

As he was walking, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

His back was firmly supported by two heavy, soft mounds of flesh, soft and bouncy. Was there even a need to guess?

Looking across the entire Chinese entertainment industry, how many people can truly achieve this...?

"This sense of pressure, this level of importance, there are no more than three people like this in the Chinese entertainment industry."

"But the only person who dares to cover my eyes like this is my sister Mi."

"What did you say?"

His hands loosened, and Yang Mi turned around from behind him, laughing so hard she almost fell over. She slapped his arm and said, "Why are you so cheeky?"

Jiang Chen turned around and finally saw her attire clearly.

She was wearing a dirty white tank top with a very low neckline, revealing glimpses of her cleavage through the stains. Dark red bloodstains and mud clung to the fabric, making her chest skin appear dazzlingly white.

She wore distressed denim shorts with frayed edges, and her legs were covered in bruises that looked like fake injuries, making her look messy yet alluring.

Her wet, messy hair was scattered over her shoulders, and most of her battle-damaged makeup was ruined, making her look incredibly wild.

Broken and battle-damaged version of Mimi...

"Hey bro, what brings you here?" Yang Mi was clearly delighted and reached out to pinch his cheek. "I was thinking of going out to meet you, but I was worried about paparazzi. Hehe, I'll just wait for you here."

Jiang Chen's face was distorted from being pinched, and he mumbled, "My sister is filming, how could I not come to visit the set? You're not welcome? If you're not welcome, I'm leaving."

"You dare!" Yang Mi grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the dressing room. "You're a true friend. I didn't spoil you for nothing."

As Jiang Chen walked, he looked her up and down in her costume, his expression subtle.

Yang Mi noticed and stopped, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him: "Hey, what's with that disgusted look?"

Jiang Chen looked away, his tone indifferent: "Ah, it's nothing."

It would be strange if there was nothing wrong with it.

Yang Mi glanced down at her white tank top, then looked up at his expression, and suddenly understood.

"What are you thinking? This is the look for this scene. Do you want to see me in a swimsuit?"

"I didn't say swimsuit."

"Your eyes said it all."

Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him, dragged him into the dressing room, and without saying a word pressed him down onto a folding chair. She then turned around and sat in front of the dressing table, crossed her long legs, and lazily looked at him in the mirror.

The dressing table was a mess, with foundation, eyeshadow palettes, and makeup brushes piled up all over the table, and a half-cold cup of coffee on it, revealing the hasty work of the crew rushing to finish the production.

She glanced at him in the mirror, casually brushed a stray strand of hair from her shoulder with her hand, the movement slow and deliberate, a hint of slyness in her eyes: "Just say you want to see, I'm not petty."

"I never said I wanted to see it."

"Didn't want to see?" Yang Mi turned around, crossed her arms, leaned closer, and said with a teasing tone, "Then why were you looking at me like that? It was like a scanner, scanning from top to bottom, and you even paused in places you shouldn't have. Did you think I was blind?"

"How about I change it for you right now?"