Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Hong Kong cinema was ahead of mainland China in its early years, but that doesn't mean they could look down on their mainland counterparts.

Although Zhang San wasn't in this industry, he had heard about the unequal pay between mainland actors and Hong Kong actors for the same work.

The most famous example is Liu Xiaoqing's outburst on set, all because of the food? I heard that actors from Hong Kong get meat with every meal, while mainland actors have terrible food.

Now that we've entered the new century, people in Hong Kong still feel pretty good about themselves and have a great sense of superiority, leaving Zhang San speechless.

"You mean this? There aren't any left in my crew, are there? Has someone been discriminating against you?"

Zhang San was drinking tea in the Cloud Pavilion. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window was a circular sofa, and on the coffee table were some snacks, fruits, drinks, and coffee.

He was flanked by the company's only three female artists. After leaving the Lihua Hotel, he returned to his home in Hong Kong—well, it could be considered a home, but it was about to be demolished.

"They don't say it on the surface, but behind our backs, they still make a lot of jokes about us." It was Yuan Yuan who spoke, and she was naturally outspoken. As for the reason? It was probably because she heard what the other people in the restroom said, which upset her.

Since you're lusting after my body, does that mean I can take advantage of your favor?

Sure enough, Zhang San didn't take her complaining behind his back to heart. Instead, he comforted her, saying, "Such things do happen. I immigrated to the other side of the ocean a long time ago and I have money, so naturally people don't dare to look down on me. You are from the mainland and are actors just like them. With me here, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you. But it's also possible for people to gossip behind your back. Don't take it to heart. When you become strong, others won't say anything."

Sure enough, the three women simultaneously had the same thought: This guy really is lusting after their bodies, how despicable!

After having this idea, they became much more relaxed when talking to Zhang San.

"Boss, why spend so much money to make a TV series like this? The plot feels so-so, and the actors' acting is so-so." It was Fang Xiaobing who asked the question. She had once played an important supporting role in a popular mainland TV series, so she wanted to know which dramas would become popular and which would not.

But this was the first time she had ever seen a TV series like Four Boys.

"What about the rest? How are the costumes, makeup, and props?"

"Those clothes are so beautiful. The men look so handsome in them, and the women look so beautiful. There are even helicopters, all kinds of luxury cars, and... villas worth hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars..." Fang Xiaobing was somewhat wistful. She liked this kind of life, but how many people wouldn't? Regardless of gender, no one doesn't yearn for this kind of life.

"It's practically the legendary life of the wealthy," Wang Shengyi interjected.

What you've seen isn't the whole story; it's just the tip of the iceberg. The true life of the wealthy is beyond your imagination.

Zhang San is rich, but not from a wealthy family. His life is actually similar to that of an ordinary person; he just eats well and dresses well, but nothing special.

The only thing that's commendable is that he employs a large number of people and has his own security company. This security company serves only him; otherwise, he's no different from an ordinary person.

It wasn't that he wanted to be high-profile, but he had no choice; compared to the social environment in North America, Hong Kong was much safer.

"Post-production is mostly done, and we'll see the finished product tomorrow." Zhang San seemed very confident about this. He said, "After that, you'll become stars. I happen to have an endorsement deal for you, and you'll definitely become hugely popular."

"Does that mean we're going to get rich?"

"Hehe... Getting rich is just a matter of time. The important thing is that you have good work." Zhang San took a sip of his drink and continued, "Don't just take any endorsement deal with any guy. That will lower your standards."

On the other side, Amy was being led around Hong Kong. It was her first time traveling here. Unlike European and American countries, Hong Kong was full of high-rise buildings and numerous shops.

Seeing those shops, Amy felt an urge to shop, so she took out her phone, which only had one phone number saved in it.

Originally, there were quite a few phone numbers inside, but now only Zhang San's number remains.

Amy is beautiful and a little naive, with a good figure. However, since her family went bankrupt, she has lost contact with all her friends. In their eyes, she is now synonymous with being poor. There's nothing that can be done about it; that's just how realistic the world of capital is.

All the phone numbers inside were no longer working, and her parents were gone, making her an orphan. But she wasn't completely gone; she still had one relative—the child in her womb.

As for the child's father?

Heh... that was the only phone number in her phone. She stared at it for a long time, conflicted about whether to dial it.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

There were six people accompanying her, and they were just like ordinary tourists. However, this group was led by Amy. When they saw her take out her phone to look at it, they were a little surprised and asked the female captain of the group to come forward and ask her. Therefore, their group standing there looked very out of place and would attract the attention of uniformed police officers.

This would be quite troublesome, which is why I came forward to ask.

Amy snapped out of her reverie and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

She walked to the side, but still made the call; the call was answered quickly, which made Amy inexplicably nervous.

"that……"

"Amy, are you alright? Is there anything you can tell me?" Zhang San was a little curious. Amy had bodyguards with her, three men and three women, one of whom was a licensed physician. Had something happened?

Zhang San's words of concern made her pause for a moment, then she said somewhat shyly, "Um, could I buy some things?"

I thought it was something serious, like shopping!

"Buy whatever you like, just let those people who follow you pay for it, and let them carry the things."

Zhang San is so poor now that all he has left is money, so naturally it doesn't matter.

The three beautiful women next to him thought something was wrong when Zhang San suddenly answered the phone. However, only Wang Shengyi understood some English; the other two did not.

The smile on Zhang San's face, which had been beaming while he was on the phone, suddenly vanished. And the entire room fell silent as his smile disappeared.

The three of them were uneasy, not knowing what had happened.