Chapter 12 The Mysterious Eastern Woman Jiang Mingyue's eyes were resolute, "Try..."

Jiang Mingyue's eyes were determined. "Let's give it a try. What if it works?"

The moment the five landed at Xishi Airport, Meng Qinzhou held up a selfie stick and started a live stream on his phone.

Viewers in domestic live stream rooms stayed up all night to watch. When Shiliu TV opened the live stream channel, the viewers were thrilled. Oh yeah, finally we can watch our idols again!

As Jiang Mingyue walked toward the garbage truck in the corner, the audience's excited mood instantly soured, and they were no longer sleepy. One by one, they frantically typed on their keyboards to express their anger.

[Jiang Mingyue, what are you doing! That's a garbage truck! How can you let your brothers associate with garbage!]

Jiang Mingyue is so selfish!

[I want to cut away as soon as I see Jiang Mingyue's shot; can't we film more of the brothers?]

[Stop talking nonsense, you upstairs! If you're so capable, why don't you go up there yourself?]

[My sister Jiang is so smart, hmph, I'm a fan of sister Jiang, am I being arrogant?]

To be honest, if a garbage truck offered me a free ride once, I definitely wouldn't mind the smell.

Does Sister Jiang speak the local dialect?

[As long as the Best Actor can speak well, that's enough]

Indeed, Don Juan once spent more than a month in West City to film a movie. He knows some basic local language, and while he doesn't speak Italian, he can use English and a translation machine.

The production team did provide a translation device, so they weren't completely outrageous.

Don Juan spoke with the garbage truck driver, who initially disagreed and refused to give a stranger a free ride.

When Don Juan slipped the driver a twenty-euro tip, mentioned that he could appear on television, and whispered a few words in the driver's ear, the driver was tempted.

The next second, the driver said in broken English, "You can earn a tip. Anyway, I'm going back to Ragusa empty-handed, so you're getting a good deal."

Don Juan naturally took the passenger seat, while Jiang Mingyue and the other three went to the trunk.

Meng Qinzhou positioned himself near the front of the car, allowing him to capture Don Juan while also keeping an eye on the four of them.

The production crew watched helplessly as a group of people boarded the vehicle, and couldn't help but admire Don Juan and his group for willingly huddling inside the garbage truck to save money.

The executive director pressed the assistant director, "Boss, the conversation between Teacher Tang and the driver wasn't recorded. Does that count as a violation of regulations?"

The assistant director waved his hand, "That's Teacher Tang's skill, not everyone can do it. Let's not get involved. Besides, if we really drive them to a dead end, do you think they might turn their attention to us?"

The executive director nodded vigorously, "That's true."

The garbage truck's rear compartment is covered in stains that can't be cleaned off year after year, and it emits an unbearable stench.

Jiang Mingyue came prepared. She took out the flyer she had received at the airport from her backpack, calmly placed it under her buttocks, then pushed the backpack against her back, pulled down the brim of her hat, buried her mouth and nose in her collar, and closed her eyes to rest.

Ji Wenxuan and Wei Lai looked at each other, neither of them had taken any flyers. They gritted their teeth and took out plastic bags from their suitcases, stuffing them under their bottoms as well.

The viewers in the live stream were laughing hysterically.

Haha, Sister Jiang is amazing!

Ji Wenxuan and Wei Lai certainly never imagined that promotional flyers could be used in this way.

The two older brothers wanted to scold him but didn't dare.

[I suggest Wei Lai and the other three learn from Sister Jiang. Whatever Sister Jiang takes, they should take too. They won't lose out anyway.]

[This team of award-winning actors is full of laughs]

[Those upstairs, please don't compare or belittle each other; both teams have their own wonderful moments.]

The car started and drove away from the airport, the sea breeze dispelling the stench inside the car.

Ji Wenxuan perked up and kept chatting with Wei Lai. Meng Qinzhou wasn't tired either, but the three of them were too embarrassed to talk loudly, afraid of disturbing Jiang Mingyue's rest.

Why doesn't Sister Jiang chat with her brothers?

[Afraid of being criticized by haters, right?]

Not at all. From what I've observed over the past few days, Sister Jiang doesn't take the haters seriously at all; she doesn't care at all.

Everyone's telling the older brothers to learn from Sister Jiang, but they won't listen. Just wait and see!

But they're not sleepy, and you can't force them to sleep.

The two-hour drive passed quickly, punctuated by the casual conversation of Wei Lai and her two companions.

Keeping his word, the garbage truck driver took the five men to Don Juan's local friend who ran a hotel in Ragusa.

Don Juan's friend was named Aura, a local man in his fifties. The hotel's name was also simple: Aura Hotel.

They were lucky; it wasn't peak tourist season, and Aura happened to be at the hotel. Aura was very welcoming to Don Juan and, upon learning the purpose of their visit, offered to provide them with free accommodation and promised that they could stay as long as they wanted.

Don Juan claimed they could only stay one night, as they had to go out to run errands the next morning. He also borrowed a car from Aura and agreed to borrow it for fifteen days, after which someone would return it from Roxanne.

Aura was very generous. "Don, it's alright. You helped me so much back then. This hotel wouldn't have been able to open without you."

The production team was frustrated when they saw the information translated by the translation machine.

The assistant director panicked, "Boss, we've got their vehicles sorted out. Right now, apart from food, there doesn't seem to be any challenge."

The assistant director, being experienced and knowledgeable, remained relatively calm. "Young people need to stay calm. What good is having a car? You still need gas, parking fees along the way, highway tolls—there are plenty of expenses. 1,480 euros won't be enough."

Don Juan's team gave a 20 euro tip to the garbage truck driver, leaving them with only 1,480 euros.

Wei Lai and the others were very considerate; the four men only booked two rooms, while Jiang Mingyue had a room to herself. The hotel rooms weren't spacious, but fortunately, Jiang Mingyue's room had a private bathroom, so she didn't have to use the shared bathroom on the other side of the corridor.

It was getting late, so after having a simple meal provided by the hotel owner, the group went back to their rooms to wash up and rest.

The live stream has been shut down and will not resume until 8:00 AM the following morning.

[Waaaaah, I want to keep watching! Can't it be a live stream 24/7?]

[The production team is so stingy, why can't they air the scenes of the brothers taking a shower?]

Sisters, this is the comments section, not a no-man's-land.

[Aura Hotel booked, waiting to save up for a visit]

Even if we assume the West Market has poor security, wouldn't it be good to have us helping to keep an eye on things?

I overheard everything those sisters were planning.

Although the live stream has ended, all related topics have trended on social media, even occupying the top five spots.

Don Juan riding in a garbage truck

Qi Sheng's luggage was stolen.

Track and field athletes never retire.

Jiang Mingyue is stingy.

[The rich have to be played by rich people.]

Even before its official premiere, the second season of the variety show has already garnered a lot of attention and viewership, making the executives at Shiliu TV extremely happy. They can look forward to a celebration banquet.

In the dead of night in China, while most netizens were fast asleep, the topic of "Jiang Mingyue's Zhuyou Technique" suddenly climbed to the bottom of the trending searches. Night owls and foreign netizens clicked in with curiosity, came out in shock, and then clicked in again to join the comment section.

[Verification complete, it's too fake]

[These are probably extras that Jiang Mingyue paid to hire.]

If incantation therapy were effective, what would be the point of having hospitals?

[Don't run away upstairs, let me explain: Zhuyou technique is a nationally recognized intangible cultural heritage.]

My uncle knows incantation healing techniques. Jiang Mingyue's trick is called Nine Dragons Bone-Melting Water, which is specifically for removing fish bones. It doesn't work for ordinary people; you have to know the incantation.

[Waaaaah, Sister Jiang is a treasure trove, the more you dig, the more you find!]

Ragusa, Ola Hotel.

At 2 a.m. local time, Jiang Mingyue couldn't sleep. It wasn't because she had slept too much; she was simply having trouble falling asleep due to jet lag.

Her room was on the second floor of the hotel, right on the street. The room also had a small terrace. She opened the door, stepped out, and leaned on the terrace railing to look at the street scene in the distance.

The cluster of exotic buildings, dotted with a few scattered lights, echoes the stars in the night sky.

Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger.

Jiang Mingyue was homesick. Before leaving the country, she made a special phone call to her aunt back home. During the call, her aunt supported her decision to leave the entertainment industry and told her to come back and rest for a while before looking for a job.

“Mingyue, your aunt has money, so don’t always send me money. It’s not easy for you to work hard out there… It just so happens that your younger brother and sister miss you. Come back when you’re done with your work, and go out again after the New Year.”

"Yes, I can go back on New Year's Day and stay at home for the Spring Festival."

Her aunt was overjoyed to learn that she could come home for the Chinese New Year this year, and she couldn't stop smiling even though she was coughing from time to time.

Once she has the money, she can get her aunt treated and get an appointment with a top specialist at a major hospital.

Thinking about money made Jiang Mingyue even more sleepless, her face full of worry.

She still owes Star Shine Entertainment over two million yuan, sigh.

In the dead of night, the Aura Hotel was quite far from the main street. Only one or two stray cats passed by in the alley downstairs, and if you listened carefully, you could also hear the snoring of a homeless man sleeping at the end of the alley.

A moment later, Jiang Mingyue twitched her ears and leaned down to look. Suddenly, someone approached the van parked downstairs, acting furtively and peeking around.

Jiang Mingyue took a closer look and realized that the silver-gray van belonged to the production crew. The executive director and others from the production crew were staying at the Aura Hotel that night, while the assistant director and the rest of the staff had gone to a hotel that had been arranged in the main city of Ragusa.

Wow, the security situation on West Island is really bad.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Jiang Mingyue initially wanted to pretend she hadn't seen it, but the moral education she had received since childhood made it impossible for her to ignore it. She sighed softly and thought, "Fine, I'll just consider it as accumulating good karma for my aunt."

Two local henchmen were using tools to pry open the door lock when a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past them from behind.

The two soldiers, seasoned veterans, sensed something was wrong and instinctively turned their heads, only to be met with a deathly pale face.

What the hell? There was no one around, and the shops had been closed for ages. Where did this woman suddenly appear from?!

The other man was bolder. When he saw that it was a living woman, he quickly pulled out a dagger from his pocket and raised his hand to stab the woman who had suddenly appeared.

The man spoke broken English, "Hey woman, mind your own business!"

Jiang Mingyue leaped forward and kicked the dagger out of the man's hand with a whirlwind kick. The man staggered back and tried to run away when he realized the situation was not good. Jiang Mingyue would not let him go so easily. She chased after him in one step and used a few grappling techniques to lock his throat and press his acupoints.

The local man was so terrified that he couldn't make a sound or even move; his eyes pleaded for mercy from the strange Eastern woman.

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