Veteran Hong Kong stars reorganize the Chinese entertainment industry.

The city of fog is a strange place. One second you're on the first floor, the next you're on the ninth floor, and the next you're in a skyscraper.

This is a city where even maps can be confusing. At night, it is illuminated by dazzling neon lights, making it look like a futuristic world.

Director Zhuang brought Liu Zhongze to an apartment with a nice night view. They were going to make a sitcom, which would revolve around the night view of the foggy city and the Love Apartment.

Although someone had made a similar hit comedy before, they missed the opportunity to make money. Back then, streaming services were limited to revenue sharing with Google and didn't have many ways to monetize.

But things are different now. Even before the show has aired, merchants are already asking for collaborations. With just a few product placements, there's a guaranteed minimum income.

As soon as the show starts airing, fans of each male and female celebrity can start voting for their favorite stars, then voting for the show itself, and finally selling merchandise.

Then there were various domestic awards and competitions, which also required money, but the production team could no longer share that money.

"Teacher Liu, the filming location we're shooting this time is near Hongya Cave, which boasts the best scenery in Chongqing..."

Zhuang Ziqiang had only spoken halfway when Liu Zhongze grabbed a man's wrist. The man's expression was pained, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

"Saint Thomson?"

Upon hearing the name, Liu Zhongze shuddered, immediately released the man's hand, wiped his face on his pants, and urged, "Director, run!"

"Huh?" While Zhuang Ziqiang was still in a daze, Liu Zhongze had already run more than ten meters away.

The mere five whispered words drew the attention of most of the men on the street, who all focused their gazes on the fleeing Liu Zhongze.

The man, who had just been playing the perfect lover, suddenly started running, abandoning his usual pretense, and screamed, "Thompson! I want my brother Thompson!"

His girlfriend was startled at first, then seemed to have lost her soul, and sat on the ground crying loudly.

One of the guys who was just strolling hand-in-hand with Liu Zhongze suddenly became jealous rivals, pushing and shoving each other to get closer to Liu Zhongze.

"My brother is mine!"

"I've always belonged to my brother, you're not allowed to take me from him, you scumbag!"

More and more people followed suit, shouting and screaming. People never expected to see such an exaggerated scene from the internet in real life.

Everyone thought Fog City was a gay city, but at this moment, Fog City proved to everyone: you were right!

Zhuang Ziqiang was knocked to the ground by the swarm of men, and one of them, oblivious to his surroundings, even stepped on his chest a few times.

As soon as I got up, I saw a burly man panting heavily, with a full beard and a pair of pure white mid-calf socks sticking out from his ankles.

"Were you just with my brother? No way, I want my brother!"

After the burly man finished speaking in a low voice, he suddenly pounced on Zhuang Ziqiang.

At that moment, Zhuang Ziqiang thought the sky was about to fall, but what he then felt was even more terrifying.

He struggled desperately, but the strong man held him down firmly!

He never imagined that at his age, with no luck with women, he would suffer such a disgrace in his later years.

Two lines of regretful tears slid down her cheeks. At this moment, the burly man, who was 1.8 meters tall, was pinned to the ground by the strong man and looked even weaker than a little girl.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Ziqiang looked up and saw that the police from the foggy city had arrived quickly, and the burly man was frantically inhaling his scent.

Zhuang Ziqiang said, his voice trembling with tears, "Comrade, I'm not clean anymore..."

The policeman gave amusement and said, "Can you modern-day free-love advocates please stop putting on this inexplicable show in front of others?"

With the arrival of the police, the burly man calmed down and slowly got off Zhuang Ziqiang.

Zhuang Ziqiang, as if grasping at the last straw, almost threw himself into the policeman's arms and burst into tears.

If the police hadn't seen this kind of drama so many times that they pushed Zhuang Ziqiang away, he might have really started crying like a little girl.

"Officer... I've done something wrong, you have to... help me..."

Zhuang Ziqiang has lived for over 40 years and never imagined he would be humiliated like this. Isn't it said that only entertainers are subjected to unspoken rules? How come he, as a director, didn't get any benefits and has to suffer like this?

The policeman, with a heroic air about him, waved his hand impatiently and said, "Fine, fine, stop putting on this show and then taking advantage of me. If you keep doing this, I'll drag both of you back."

Before Zhuang Ziqiang could say anything more, the burly man suddenly adopted a coy posture and tried to come over and grasp Zhuang Ziqiang's hands.

This scene almost made Zhuang Ziqiang vomit up his dinner from the night before.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he squatted down and started dry heaving, rolling his eyes every now and then, clearly feeling nauseous again from a certain fragment of his memory.

At this moment, the policeman realized that Zhuang Ziqiang was not lying, but had really been harassed by this burly man.

"Comrade, are you alright? I'll take him back right now. Do you accept mediation?"

Zhuang Ziqiang pointed at the burly man and sobbed, unable to say anything, but the police already understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, I will punish these bad people who violate public morals. You can leave us your phone number, and we will send you a text message or call you to let you know the results."

When Zhuang Ziqiang turned around, tears, snot, and even liquid were flowing from his mouth, making him look like a pitiful sight.

The policeman gave an awkward laugh and took out handcuffs to cuff the burly man.

The burly man obediently extended his hand, but while the police were still holding him, he took the opportunity to touch the policeman's hand.

The policeman's arms visibly broke out in goosebumps, and a chill ran from his head to his heels. He said coldly, "It's a good thing I'm a domestic policeman. If I were a foreign policeman, I would have killed you."

"Hey, officer, why are you being so mean to her?"

The burly man stared intently at the police, seemingly trying to mimic the demeanor of a frail woman in order to elicit some sympathy from the officers.

"Officer, you're so handsome! Can we go for a drink at a bar after I get out? It's on me!"

The police officer rolled his eyes, reached out to push the burly man, but felt disgusted. He could only pull his long-sleeved shirt over his hand to cover his palm before pushing the man toward the police car.

His companion went to check on the situation of the crowd's outburst. There must be some celebrity present, otherwise such a situation would not occur in China.

The words are divided into two parts.

If Liu Zhongze hadn't learned Shaolin martial arts, he would probably have been caught up by that terrifying group of old women by now.

Although he didn't know much about what happened between his sister-in-law and his brother, he had heard about her being named the Holy Maiden of the Fog City.

The fact that even someone who doesn't use the internet much knows about this terrifying name shows just how widespread it has become.