Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

As luck would have it, John's ship was also located in the southwest corner. As he passed by, Jiangxi Heng felt his body growing heavier. He seriously suspected that the dosage of the medicine was too high and would have some effect on his body, and his heart grew heavier.

"Hey, little boat, if you're not dead, remember to pay me for renting it."

John helped Jiangxi Heng onto the small speedboat. He leaned against the side and said, "Okay, thanks."

John looked somewhat uncomfortable after his thank you.

Where is your friend?

John wasn't sure if what he was doing was right. If someone was eyeing Jiangxi Heng, wouldn't he be sabotaging the plans of those big shots?

But to ignore it, he thought of what Jessica had said…

John clicked his tongue, looking impatient, and decided to pretend he knew nothing.

Jiangxi Heng looked up and glanced into the depths of the cruise ship, where a figure slowly emerged from the dark corridor.

"He's here. Don't worry, I'll look into the situation when I get back and it won't affect you."

John turned around and said dismissively, "That's good."

Suddenly he felt a jolt.

As the man emerged from the shadows, she froze, as if she were a statue.

This person seems familiar... This chaotic consciousness, implanted into a thought process, caused John to subconsciously feel a sense of awe towards the approaching mixed-race man.

John remembered; these were well-known blue-blooded nobles from France.

The oldest hereditary nobles, nobles of the same lineage as the royal family, with ancient coats of arms, vast territories, and long-standing surnames.

John had only ever seen that badge on the chest of French royal princes.

He remembered seeing this man somewhere before; he seemed to recall seeing him in the French newspaper Le Journal du Dimanche.

John gasped, unable to understand why Jiangxi Heng would know such a powerful figure. He silently stepped aside.

The man had a cold and arrogant demeanor, naturally exuding a sense of aloofness. As he passed John, he gave him a dignified nod.

John was thrilled: "Hello, I'm John Frank."

"……Um."

Sitting on the boat, Jiangxi Heng looked at the scene with a strange expression, opening his eyes to stare at it in bewilderment.

One consciousness controlled two bodies, and two scenes seemed to appear before my eyes. Not only did my vision become layered, but my other senses also felt the same way. So this was a disguise!

It might be novel to do it occasionally, but if it goes on like this for a long time, it would be strange if people didn't develop a split personality.

Jiangxi Heng, clutching his increasingly dizzy head, boarded the ship using his vest, and casually said to John, "Someone saw us on the second deck. Be careful when you get back."

John was startled, snapping out of his euphoria at meeting such an important person.

"I don't know if they're just watching the show or the mastermind behind it all."

John quickly covered his face and hid in the shadows, then turned around and exclaimed, "Fuck, there's a flash! Jiang, we're being photographed..."

Looking back, the small boat had already glided more than ten meters away. Jiangxi Heng, who was on the boat, lay in the back seat, simply raised his hand and waved to the back, walking away with a carefree and unrestrained air.

This seemingly casual action actually required a great deal of effort from Jiangxi Heng.

Once he was far away from the enormous cruise ship, he closed his physical eyes and let his consciousness drift into darkness.

In just a split second, all his consciousness shifted to the person in the vest beside him.

Jiangxi Heng opened his eyes again, his hands gripping the steering wheel of the ship. The sea breeze blowing his hair back revealed his uniquely mixed-race features.

He looked at his long-unseen face in the mirror, wanting to smile as he had in recent years, but found that his handsome features were even less suited to a slight smile than his oriental face.

Even when he smiled, there was an air of arrogance about him.

Recalling John's attitude towards this vest.

Jiangxi Heng asked, "Xiao Jiu, how's the logic chain being supplemented since the alternate identity was created? Why is John so respectful towards my alternate identity?"

4399 pops up: [Oh, host, your current identity is that of the sole descendant of the Duke of Burgundy, who once owned five percent of the territory of France. However, after the French Revolution in 1789, a large amount of land was confiscated and auctioned off, leaving less than one percent of the territory.]

Jiangxi Heng understood. What he meant was that the logic chain had given his alias a seemingly impressive background. Of course, if this background had been placed before the 18th century, it would have been even more impressive, probably indicating real power. But now, with his territory and power confiscated, he was probably left with only the title of a blue-blooded nobleman and some claims of being financially secure.

When the Dukes of Burgundy announced their heir, it was reported in the French newspaper Le Monde. The news was widely reprinted, and John caught a glimpse of it. He remembered the emblem of the French royal family…

Jiangxi Heng looked down at the outfit: a long black coat that draped down to the knees, a white shirt underneath, the collar slightly open, and a diamond-shaped brooch on the chest. The pattern on the brooch resembled an overlapping dagger and a riding whip, which must be the so-called family crest.

While reviewing the information on the Burgundy family, Jiangxi Heng breathed a sigh of relief. This family has now gone into seclusion, and the only publicly available information is that an heir succeeded to the throne a few years ago. As for the collateral branches, there is no information about them.

After the French Revolution, and the two World Wars, only one lineage remained.

So even though Eliaskin's bloodline was not pure French but rather a mix of Chinese and French, the family's power still fell into his hands.

Jiangxi Heng looked down at the dark red ring on his finger. The color was not a bright red, but rather closer to old blood. If the coat of arms was the symbol of the Burgundy family, then the ring was the proof of the patriarch.

But, "Where did I get the people to form a family?"

It seems that the only option is to do what was done before: make sure no one can find any information about this family, thus creating a false impression of a safe haven.

As the speedboat sped across the sea, outside journalists, who had cautiously infiltrated the cruise ship, risked great danger to take photos and videos, which they then uploaded to YouTube.

Charles is a journalist who is following the "Rabbit Ears Island incident," which began in 2025 and has now been going on for seven years, involving a wide range of people.

From "Celebrities are all toys of capitalists" to "Internal auction of minors" and then to "The aroma of vegetarian meat", his remarks have become increasingly shocking and terrifying.

Someone once posted a message saying that there was an isolated island in the Pacific Ocean, shaped like two rabbit ears, used specifically for these dirty transactions. Therefore, the discussion group referred to this series of events as the Rabbit Ear Island incident.

Every banquet abroad could potentially have its instigators behind the Rabbit Ear Island incident, since gatherings of celebrities are the perfect occasion to select merchandise.

Some people know the facts, some don't, and some only have a vague understanding.

Some rebels, after encountering bad things, take the initiative to expose them and soon disappear from the world of fame and fortune. Others go with the flow, going from unwilling to becoming complicit.