As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
"I'd like to see just how much power those Filipino maids armed with weapons can bring to the female demons."
"Is it possible?"
The highest-ranking officer frowned. "These good-for-nothings should be scared out of their wits. It's probably unlikely that they'll actually take action against the female Rakshasa."
"You underestimate the evil in humanity."
The white-bearded foreigner chuckled, "When they want more, they will naturally dare to make a move. Although the female demon scared them this time, when they realize what's happening, they might become even more frantic in order to survive."
"If you don't believe me, just wait and see. I want to see if the incense market gets more and more chaotic, and if the female demon still dares to stop the killing with killing."
"There are still so many years until 1997. The female demon can suppress them for a while, but she can't suppress them forever."
The highest-ranking officer's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "I want to see how she handles the increasingly chaotic situation in Xiangdu."
"We can just watch the show."
The white-bearded foreigner smiled broadly, "I heard that the Japanese know we're opening up resident ID cards, and some people have already tried to sneak over here."
"Come on, the more the better. Consider this our gift to the female Rakshasa."
...
Xiangdu was completely calm.
Previously, there would be a standoff every three days with dozens of people, and a brawl involving hundreds of people every five days.
Such scenes are becoming increasingly rare in Xiangdu these days.
The citizens of Xiangdu were very satisfied and happy.
They didn't know much, but they did know that a mysterious figure had intervened, clearing out many of the scruffy monsters and subduing the rest.
Many people felt grateful to the other party and were even more disgusted with the invaders, such as the hairy monster.
Beneath the seemingly peaceful surface, there are actually some undercurrents, they just haven't surfaced yet.
Lin Jingyu is busy with her new company and a new movie.
This movie shouldn't have come out at this time, but Lin Jingyu decided to make it.
As 1997 drew closer, she felt the need to properly guide the citizens of Xiangdu.
At this time, we must not neglect ordinary citizens.
Just when she thought everything was going well, Li Beiqi came knocking on her door.
"Jingyu, change the player. This time we must change the player."
With a grim expression, he walked to the tea table.
He picked up an empty cup, poured himself a glass of warm water, drank it all in one gulp, wiped the water from his mouth, and said, "These actors from Xiangdu really can't portray the temperament of a soldier."
"None of them are good enough?"
Lin Jingyu frowned. "Are the people Director Lin picked all unsuitable?"
"no."
Li Beiqi's expression was extremely unpleasant. "These actors seem to be playing around, they have no sense of respect whatsoever."
"Since they can't film it, let's take this script back to Beijing and film it there."
Lin Jingyu's tone was tinged with disappointment, "I was thinking of using their fame to promote it, but since this script doesn't work, we might as well not film it."