Chapter 42 The Sword of Damocles Has Finally Fallen

The filming task, originally scheduled for 2-3 days, was completed in just a little over a day, thanks to Xia Mian's ability to "see through appearances to the essence," even though the plot was less than 50% complete.

But at least the night passed, and the "creative director" assistant director didn't lose face completely.

The guests hadn't bought their plane tickets yet, and the director, not wanting to let them go, happily said after communicating with the producer, "Everyone worked very hard on both instances, especially 'Qingyun Town,' which had a large map and was particularly physically demanding. To thank everyone, the production team has decided to treat the guests to dinner tonight. At the same time, the platform will open a corresponding live stream room called 'Infinite Night Talk.'"

Xia Mian couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Inviting guests to dinner is nothing more than feeling that the money was wasted and wanting to squeeze every last drop of value out of the guests.

Of course, this is a common practice of the production team. Since Xia Mian has already come all this way, she can accept it.

However, according to the plot, the original owner will be embroiled in a scandal after the second instance. Could this scandal be related to "Infinite Night Tales"?

If a "minor incident" doesn't occur for a day, it's like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head, making him restless for a moment.

But that's the reality, so we can only take it one step at a time.

The guests agreed to the production team's suggestion. Fortunately, the production team only planned to use the evening and did not require the live broadcast to continue during the day. The guests still had some time to rest or prepare for the next part of the program.

Xia Mian was fine. It had been a long time since he had worked at such a high intensity, so he decided to find a place to relax with a spa.

There were plenty of taxis downstairs at the hotel, and Xia Mian hailed one at random, telling the driver the address of the club she had found. The driver's first words to her were, "Hey, aren't you that...you know, that...that..."

Xia Mian's eyes widened. Had he become so famous that even middle-aged taxi drivers knew him?

Driver: "...that guy who played a member of the Eighth Route Army."

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Xia Mian: "I'm not, you've mistaken me for someone else."

The driver scratched his head sheepishly: "Sorry, buddy, I thought you were some big star because you're so pretty. To make up for it, I'll take you to a place where the girls are good and cheap. You can choose the one that's ridiculously expensive and the quality is just so-so."

After saying that, he chuckled, his face full of "I know what men are all about" expressions.

Xia Mian was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that the seemingly respectable spa was actually "that kind" of place.

Even more unexpectedly, he was mistaken for a customer of prostitutes by the taxi driver!

If this gets out, what will his hundreds of thousands of fans think of him?

If the company provided him with a nanny car, this situation wouldn't have happened. Perhaps it's time to buy a car.

“Master,” Xia Mian changed the subject immediately, “Let’s not go to the spa, take me to the nearest sports car dealership.”

"Recently... there's a Porsche dealership, is that okay?"

"Can."

"Alright, sit tight!"

In one hour, Xia Mian went from Porsche and Lamborghini to Ferrari. He values ​​handling and fun to drive, but with limited funds and uncertainty about whether Zhou Pingchuan would suddenly change his mind and go to find Xia Mingzhao according to the plot, he ultimately chose a more practical Mercedes SUV.

After paying the deposit, before even signing the car purchase contract, artist coordinator Ranran suddenly called: "Teacher Xia, where are you?"

"Just buying something outside, what's wrong?"

He thought "Infinite Night Talk" was going to premiere earlier than planned, but then Ranran said, "Come back first, there's something going on in the crew."

She spoke haltingly, and then, as if someone had taken her phone away.

The person who answered was a man with a loud voice: "Hello, this is the Qingyun Branch of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. We have received a report of a theft. Please return to the hotel as soon as possible to cooperate with the investigation."

The last time Xia Mian received a call from the police was when she got into a fight with some black guys abroad and was taken away by the embassy. Xia Mian frowned, made another appointment with the salesperson, and hurriedly returned to the hotel.

In the corridor, the hotel manager, cleaners, waiters, director, producer, and several guests crowded around Zhu Ziqi's door.

Zhu Ziqi stood with the two policemen, his eyes red and swollen, his makeup ruined from crying.

Many hotel guests stood at a distance, craning their necks to watch the spectacle and taking photos with their phones.

The matter seemed to have escalated to a significant level. Xia Mian wanted to ask the director what exactly happened. Just then, Zhu Ziqi saw him and whispered something to the head police officer.

Upon hearing this, the police officer immediately pushed through the crowd: "Are you Xia Mian?"

"It's me."

The officer waved, and a junior officer ran up behind him. Xia Mian only saw a flash of silver light.

With a click, his wrists were firmly handcuffed.

"This case involves a large sum of money. As the prime suspect, please come with us to the station."

The onlookers were in an uproar:

"My God, he's such a handsome little boy! Why does he have to steal things at such a young age?"

"He's such a handsome man, I never imagined he'd be doing such dirty work behind the scenes. You can know a person's face but not their heart, ugh!"

Onlookers pointed and whispered, snapping photos incessantly. The corridor was dark, and many people were using flash photography. Xia Mian was a little dazed, standing there, her eyes glazed over.

Without an assistant, no one could shield Xia Mian from the light. Chang Yi and Zhang Yuno, however, quietly moved a step forward, standing in front of him.

—The sword of Damocles has finally fallen.