He Wangyao quickly explained, "He's incredibly famous! He debuted as the center of a talent show, and later became a sensation after starring in a period drama. Have you seen XXX, the movie he starred in...?"
Yang Juntong puffed out his chest. Although his memory was incomplete, he vaguely remembered that there would usually be a wave of flattery at this time.
Mingzhuo yawned. "Never seen him before, don't know him. So when is his birthday?"
Yang Juntong: "..."
He was a little confused. How could she not recognize him?
After explaining the facts, He Wangyao pulled out the information she found online. "This is his birthday!"
Mingzhuo calculated with his fingers and said, "This is the birth date and time of a dead person."
Yang Juntong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine... the birth date and time of a dead man... could he really be dead?
"But didn't you say I wasn't dead yet?"
Mingzhuo: "That's right, so this isn't your birth date and time."
She paused, frowned, and said with disdain, "Even your name isn't your original name."
He Wangyao knew the answer to this question: "Nowadays, many celebrities like to adopt a stage name and change their age to create a persona and become famous. I just didn't expect that Yang Juntong's name was also fake. And this name doesn't sound good either."
Yang Juntong immediately retorted, "What's wrong with it? 'Several times I've dreamt of you, Juntong,' how cultured and evocative!"
His fans love it! The phrase "My soul and dreams are with you several times" has become a favorite among his fans.
Mingzhuo wasn't very interested. He tapped his finger on the car window and asked, "So, what's your real name?"
Yang Juntong: "...I don't remember!"
He didn't really remember, but he vaguely knew that the name must not be known to outsiders.
Mingzhuo: "Then just wait to die. You're just a soul with no face, no name, no birth date, and you're cut off from your body. I can't help you."
She paused, then added, "If even I can't help you, you're completely finished."
He Wangyao sighed, "She's my boss... no, she's the boss of the Xuanmen! Think it through, do you want to keep floating around, or do you want to cooperate obediently?"
Yang Juntong glanced at Ming Zhuo and quickly realized that this person might really not care about him.
Over the years, he has been showered with applause and flowers, and all he hears are words of praise. He has become accustomed to being obeyed by everyone and always thinks that everyone should fawn over him.
Whether it's filming TV shows or recording variety shows, his participation guarantees high ratings and popularity.
Everyone in the industry respects him highly and is eager to work with him.
He is also a guest of honor of those big brands. No matter what product he endorses, fans will buy it and boost sales, creating one sales miracle after another.
If there are any negative comments online, fans will rush in and tear the person apart, forcing them to delete their account.
...
All of this made him increasingly act like a big star, believing that everyone in the world should know him, like him, and fight for him.
Now that Mingzhuo is clearly ignoring it, he's completely panicked.
"No, what do you mean there's no way? There is a way! Contact my agent, I have his private phone number!" Yang Juntong said hurriedly, "As long as you send me back, I'll give you two million!"
Mingzhu shook his head and gestured with his hand: "Two million won't do, your situation will require at least eight million."
Yang Juntong: "..."
He had dealt with masters before, but this was the first time he had heard someone so bluntly raise the price on the spot.
"Okay, it's a deal." He was convinced; it seemed that pretending to be stupid wouldn't work.
He did lose some of his memory and forget many things, but his instincts remained, such as the shrewdness and stinginess ingrained in his bones.
He always felt that with a face like his, no one would refuse his request.
Now I understand, this girl only cares about money.
He reluctantly brought his face close to Mingzhuo's: "Don't you find me attractive at all?"
Mingzhuo didn't even look up: "Why should I care about your looks? You should look ahead, that's the real ceiling of beauty, the Creator's favorite..."
Gu Xu slammed on the brakes.
All the creatures on the vehicle leaned forward due to inertia.
The lightweight Yang Juntong even crashed into the roof of the car.
Mingzhuo glanced at the empty street. "What's wrong?"
This isn't a pedestrian crossing or an intersection, so why did you suddenly brake?
Gu Xu: "Sorry, I just had a bad eye."
He started the car and continued driving forward.
Yang Juntong floated to the passenger seat and looked around for a few seconds before quickly floating back to the back seat, his expression visibly more anxious.
"She doesn't look like she's had plastic surgery. How come even ordinary people are this good-looking these days?" The shock lingered in his mind for a long time. He looked up at Ming Zhuo and stared blankly for two seconds.
It has been hit again!
Although male and female celebrities are not on the same track, he still couldn't help but feel anxious: "My God, it's getting harder and harder to make a living in the entertainment industry!"
He Wangyao covered her mouth and laughed. He finally understood that this male celebrity really cared about his face.
Unfortunately, he was utterly crushed by Ah Xu, leaving not a trace.
He probably relies on his face to enjoy conveniences everywhere, and thought he could do the same thing again.
But is my boss just an ordinary person? She's obviously not! Besides, she's already a top-tier beauty, she doesn't need to chase after other people.
——
Mingzhuo dialed the phone number Yang Juntong had given him.
The other end hung up, so Mingzhuo patiently dialed again.
Finally, someone answered the call.
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