"A Chinese internet celebrity, who supposedly has millions of followers, markets herself as a rich young lady and comes here almost every year to try and get close to Hollywood stars. She is really a disgrace to our country."

As the entertainment reporter was speaking, he noticed that the internet celebrity seemed to have seen them. She stopped again and waved enthusiastically at them, as if she knew them very well.

But nobody really cared. The intern even heard a US entertainment reporter mutter a discriminatory curse next to him.

She felt embarrassed.

Finally, the internet celebrity was successfully escorted away by security personnel, and the atmosphere at the scene returned to harmony.

The entertainment reporter immediately snapped a photo of the scene, then rolled his eyes at the album: "Now we have something to keep this a hot topic."

Every year there are a few people who insist on crashing the red carpet. I don't know what's going on in their minds. Everyone there has eyes, do they really think we're blind and can't see through their little schemes?

Just as the entertainment reporter lowered his head, the intern next to him suddenly grabbed him, then suppressed a barely concealed scream and excitedly said, "It's Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao's crew has arrived!"

The entertainment reporter immediately and reflexively turned his camera to point in that direction. He even caught a glimpse of an American entertainment reporter standing nearby, who was also pointing his camera intently in that direction.

In the footage, Xiao He, who resembles a Shanghai gangster boss, walks slowly and deliberately towards the crowd amidst the constantly flashing lights.

At that moment, the rest of the crew behind him no longer mattered.

Everyone was so intimidated by the cold and fierce aura emanating from Xiao He that they couldn't take their eyes off him. Their minds were blank, and all that remained was the mechanical action of pressing the shutter.

Even the world seemed to quiet down.

They could faintly hear the sound of the young man's leather shoes stomping on the ground, and the crisp sound of his cane striking the ground.

He stood in the center of the shooting position, paused casually for a moment, then raised the cane in his hand and slowly played with it in his palm, like a dangerous hunter checking his weapon.

The flashes from the cameras became even more intense.

Even the people around them automatically kept their distance, as if they were avoiding danger, or perhaps avoiding the undeniable starlight emanating from this young man.

The person who started all this simply glanced around nonchalantly, seemingly judging something in his mind, before raising the corners of his lips slightly with a bland, exquisitely fake smile that sent chills down one's spine.

The next moment, the young man turned around and stepped onto the stairs. His trench coat swayed slightly, revealing his broad and slender back.

Amidst the slightly regretful gazes of the crowd, the figure completely disappeared before the gates of the Festive Palace.

The entertainment reporter put down his camera and spoke for many: "He left too quickly."

Even though they had already walked at a leisurely pace, giving everyone ample time to take photos, they still felt that no matter how they filmed, they couldn't capture the dazzling aura of real people.

Just like him, he came to the Western world in a low-key manner, stood out from the crowd, but ultimately left a brilliant mark and then returned to his own world with grace.

The American entertainment reporter standing nearby, unusually, refrained from using any profanities that discriminate against Chinese people, and instead muttered to himself, "Who is he?"

This is the sentiment of entertainment reporters in many other countries.

Only the intern straightened his back and proudly declared, "His name is Xiao He! He's an outstanding actor from China!"