Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

She had a friend who was an agent, and she had seen with her own eyes how the young actor under her friend's management wagged his tail and begged for mercy like a dog, licking the wine and other things on the floor.

"Is this scary?" She smiled contemptuously: "The scariest thing is that you two sisters woke up in the same bed..."

"I noticed a group of men around."

"That's the scariest thing."

The assistant sighed, feeling that she was a little abnormal today. Normally, she would not tell so many secrets to people outside the circle - although they were not considered secrets in the circle. But the industry has its own rules, and she didn't understand why she blurted them out.

These two sisters are really poisonous.

"That's it, anyway. Once you're high enough to be seen by everyone, you're safe and free. You don't think you can get there by just taking one step forward, do you? How many people have spent five or ten years climbing to the middle of the mountain? That's considered lucky or amazing."

"They are so glamorous that they will never tell you about the stories that happened during the five or ten years they climbed the mountain." The assistant said meaningfully: "The story will be very long and very catchy."

The assistant kept her mouth shut after they had just met. She had just noticed that Nagini was fine, but the clothes and accessories on Mori Yuesha were not something that ordinary people could afford. The two sisters were at least from wealthy or noble families.

She said those words which were a bit redundant.

"Thank you, sister?" Mori Yuesha smiled sweetly: "You are such a kind person."

Kind?

The assistant gathered her scattered hair, smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No one in this crew can be considered kind."

They have been deceiving a sincere soul for years.

Truman Burbank. He has been living in the world they created together - Seaview Island. He has never seen the outside world. He works as a small broker in an insurance company, has a gentle wife, an ordinary life, and sincere friends who occasionally quarrel with him...

These are fake.

He didn't know that there were thousands of cameras facing him every second and the whole world was watching him every moment.

He didn't even know that everyone, including his wife, was an actor.

Oh, and his wife is an adult film star. Although some of their lives will be mosaiced, Mr. Truman Burbank is a man who is watched by the world as he grows up and becomes a man.

It's...absurd.

"Is this allowed?"

Nagini asked the key question. The maid had always had this question in Kamar-Taj. In a country where human rights are so supreme, there is such a program that deprives human rights...

The assistant rolled her eyes.

"First, you have to be recognized as a 'human' before you have 'human rights'. Miss Rich, have you not been out for a long time? Look at the shattered land and the displaced children - to whom did they lose their arms, parents and eyeballs?"

"They are not people, at least not in the sense that we consider them to be 'people'. Only those we define as having human rights, Miss Nagini."

To be honest, no matter how many worlds you travel through, some hypocritical guys haven't changed much.

"What's more, it's sponsored by a big group."

The assistant read out a name.

"Stark Industries."

Mori Yuesha suddenly looked up.

Stark…

This name sounds familiar?

Chapter 30 Preparing to enter

familiar?

The assistant said in a daze: "Girl, in this country, even homeless people are familiar with Stark Industries. How can you not be familiar with it?"

Mori Yuesha didn’t mean this kind of familiarity. She meant…

"Howard Stark?"

The assistant was a little surprised: "That person died a long time ago. Did you hear it from his family?"

"died?"

"Well, a male god..." The assistant showed a trace of admiration: "A genius scientist, an entrepreneur; handsome, gentlemanly, and rich... Oh... If I were born in that era——"

Nagini sneered coldly: "You will have your skull blown off by a flying bullet during the war."

"...No wonder your sister is so naive. You are the one who has acquired all the worldly wisdom, right?" The assistant retorted, "But your current boyfriend is not bad either."

"Antony Edward Stark, well... my dear little Tony - if he could roll up a long roll of green money and point it at me..."

What are you doing to me?

The following are paid channels.

——Um Tony Stark, Howard's son?

My eldest nephew doesn't sound like a good person either? I wonder if he has inherited his father's sharp tongue and love of women.

Mori Yuesha has a question.

If Howard died, then Jack and Rose should have died too, right? According to the current time, it should be...

Did she take time to look in their bedroom?

"bedroom?"

"It's where you lie down."

Cemetery?

Mori Yuesha slightly blamed: "I always forget these people and things, and Nagini doesn't remind me."

Because your little head only needs to be filled with happiness and us. Other creatures are not that important - anything that would make you sad and depressed is not allowed by me, Master.

Nagini smiled, but she couldn't say that: "Because my brain doesn't work well either." She leaned over and bit her ear quietly: "Snakes have very small heads, like... as small as..."

Mori Yuesa's beautiful eyes moved and she rolled her eyes at her.

Snakes have their good points, don't they?

Once the topic was changed, Mori Yuesha's memory could not make up for it. She immediately forgot about her nephew and the two people on the Titanic and put on her heartless smile again.

"Should I see the script?"

script?

"Don't actors have scripts?"

The assistant looked at the innocent Mori Yuesha and laughed, "Of course not. You don't have any fixed lines - those who read commercials have them. To put it bluntly, you and your sister are not qualified to read commercials for manufacturers. You have to be a big star to do that."

“Just be yourself.”

"Be myself?"

"Correct."

Is that too much?

Nagini smacked her lips. She had already started thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

Passing through the high-tech corridor, the studio where the filming took place is right in front of us: to be honest, it is hard to tell. The entrance is located in a corner at the edge of the Seaview Island. After opening the door, there is a huge curtain board behind it. From here, they can get in the car and directly enter the "story".

"The entire Seaview Island is a huge spherical studio. Do you see the wave pool there? That's right. Mr. Truman Burbank developed a fear of water due to a 'small accident' manipulated by Director Christopher. So."

"There's another exit over there."

"You are Miss Mary - Truman Burbank's wife: the daughter of Mrs. Mary Burbank's best friend. Do you understand? Come to her house and ignore the ads and strange cameras - if you can see them. You just need to eat, drink and act like a real child. You were born and raised in Seaview Island."

The female assistant was instructing Mori Yuesa, and by the time the on-site director hurriedly entered the set, holding up his baggy pants, she had already said a lot.

"Remember: don't tell Truman about things "outside the world". Do you understand what I mean?" She half-bent down, trying not to be too serious and to make Mori Yuesha remember: "Give your phone to your sister, just treat it as a vacation, little girl."

"Look less at the camera. Your classmates or potential suitors can see your performance on TV and the Internet."

"Be good."

The female assistant kept repeating the same thing over and over again - these words were usually not said by her: whoever finds the guest star is responsible for it, she has a bunch of big boys under her who are eager to help, and they are responsible for this aspect.

Today was a surprise, and she had a good impression of the kid, so she hoped that her 'first appearance' would leave a good memory instead of being yelled at by the on-site director afterwards.

"If you have any other questions, you can ask me now. When the car comes, just get on it and the person in charge will take you in."

Morizuki Sa pulled Lanagini's finger.

"Remember to record it for me. I want to show it to Arrietty when I get back."

That's all she cared about.

Nagini nodded.

The car drove slowly along the path, and the extras got on one by one, with Mori Yuesha following at the end.

"Go ahead, we'll see you later."

…………

……

The setting of Seaview Island is grand and spectacular: everything has been different since Stark Industries invested in it five years ago: according to the person who took over.

Use the most expensive ones for everything.

The equipment, the scenery, the art, the visuals, at least when Mori Yuesha looked out of the car window, it was convincing enough to be real. I just don’t know if the actors…

The girl looked around.

Several workers in brown overalls were playing poker together; the beauty with big Persian curls yawned, she was working overtime today, and it was Mr. Burbank who was damned. And it was this woman who led her into the venue.

"My name is Tang Lisi." The woman shook her fluffy curly hair, turned her head, and looked dazed: "A pseudonym."

"What's your name...Oh, I don't need to know. Let me see the message I gave you--" She took out a piece of paper from her brown and white checkered handbag with gold edges.

"Linda"?

"Linda, do you like this name? Susan is fine too, it doesn't matter, you can call it whatever you want, just tell me."

Mori Yuesha was unable to speak for a long time and could only listen to the woman mumbling words one by one.

"Just make up an age, fourteen, fifteen? Oriental people tend to be younger. Oh, it says above that your father is a bank clerk and your mother is a flight attendant - then... you are fourteen years old, how is that? Let me see... Go to school, yes, remember the name of the school. And the names of your teachers and classmates, remember to make them up or use real ones."

"He can't figure it out anyway."

Mori Yuesha rested her chin on the back of the chair and listened, waiting for her to pause and take a breath before asking, "Is Mr. Truman always like this?"

"Always?"

"It's just... you guys watched him grow up, how does it feel?"

Disgust was evident on Tang Lisi's face.

"Feel?"

"It's terrible. Who would do such a damned thing if it wasn't for the money?"

Chapter 31 A Wrong World

Miss Tang Lisi believes that everyone in this studio should go to hell, which is undoubtedly similar to what the assistant just said.

“How many people think so?”

Tang Lisi thought for a moment and said, "All those who make little money think so."

Make less money?

The woman's retro and rich red lips curved into an eye-catching arc.

"That's right, because those high-ranking people who earn over a million a year wouldn't think that way - if Mr. Truman Burbank could let you afford luxury cars and yachts, would you care about his life or death? Don't be funny, girl, he lives even better than us: he has an obedient wife, close friends who always accompany him, a stable job and income, and a peaceful society - there are no "bang" incidents, no robbers and financial scammers."

"Money, enough money can fill the gap in my heart - look at all those people who complained that the crew was cold-blooded and heartless and deserved to go to hell." The woman pointed at herself without hesitation: "We are just low-level trash."

"The higher you stand, the tighter you have to keep your mouth shut. That's the rule. Want to talk without restraint? No problem, as long as you lie low enough."