Despite being a low-budget film with a budget of only 50 million yuan, "The Deserted Ship" became a dark horse at the box office, grossing 900 million yuan, much to the delight of its investors.
"Flying Daggers Inn" achieved a viewership rating of over 3% during a period of general slump for martial arts films, becoming a hit TV series of the year and sparking another wave of martial arts fever.
At the end of the year, several film and television festivals sent invitations to Tong Su.
Tong Su's new agent carefully brought out a large selection of expensive gowns provided by the brand for her to choose from, while smiling and saying:
"I got inside information that you've been confirmed to receive this year's Popularity Award. I heard that Jiang Nan and others will also be at the film festival. Didn't you mention last time that you hadn't seen her, Jiang Yimian, Liu Yaoyue, or anyone else? This is a good opportunity for them to get together."
Tong Su pulled Qin Shou along to help him pick out clothes, and said with a grin, "That's great. Sister Wang, could you book a private room at a nearby club for me? After our film festival, we'll go there and have some fun—hey, brother, what do you think of this tuxedo?"
Qin Shou's disdainful gaze swept over the deep V-neck of the dress, his attention then settling on another garment that covered the chest: "This one is..."
He spun it around, and the other one was so revealing that it exposed the back. He immediately changed his expression and threw it aside: "That's not good either."
"Haha, you can't do this! You complain about the high slit in the skirt, you complain about it showing your waist, chest, and back, but there are only so many styles of dresses. What else can I wear besides a skirt?"
Qin Shou silently took out a piece of clothing: "Try this on."
Tong Su stared intently, and her eye twitched violently.
It was actually a boyfriend-style jumpsuit!
It is indeed a dress, but who would actually wear it to the red carpet?
"You're such a jealous person!"
The agent laughed so hard she almost fell over, wiping away tears as she advised, "It's not impossible. Androgynous style is all the rage right now. You might even stand out more if you wear this."
Tong Su glared at Qin Shou, picked up the clothes and headed towards the fitting room. Suddenly, the assistant next to her called out and looked up in surprise.
"Sister Tong, there's just been news—Lian Yan Yan contracted Candida auris, the superbug with a particularly high mortality rate that's been recently reported in the news. She couldn't be cured and passed away early this morning!"
Sister Wang thought for a moment before remembering who Lian Yan Yan was. She couldn't help but shake her head: "Evil people get their just desserts! Wasn't she never discharged from the hospital after being hit by a car? Now that she's dead, it's fate."
"Yes, it's all fate." Tong Su slowly exhaled. "It's all fate."
[Congratulations, young lady, mission complete! I'm 666, welcome back to the mission space!]
As soon as Tongsu regained consciousness, she realized that 666's tone was off this time. It was obviously very flustered, even scared.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that all the green code in the entire mission space was in chaos, flowing around erratically like a turbulent current. She frowned and asked anxiously, "What happened?"
"Ancestor Styx has betrayed us! The Blood Sea is in turmoil, Your Highness must return to quell it! Director A has already gone to fetch her master, can they even hold on?! Heavens, we're going to die, we're going to die!"
666 remembers the whole system smoking. He turned around abruptly and realized that it was Tong Su who was asking the question. His entire green code face turned pale.
It suddenly snapped up and hastily denied it:
"No! It's nothing, just a little trouble at the Time Management Bureau! The next mission is a bit special, I need to take you there immediately—if nothing unexpected happens, this will be your last mission!"
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