Chapter 2, isn't it about lowly actors?
With a loud "thump!"
It hit Ma Zhiyuan squarely on the calf, sending him sprawling face down on the ground.
Looking down at the disheveled man at her feet, Tu Chaoxi forced down the surge of pleasure that welled up inside her.
...I have to say, it was really cool.
It was so cool.
It's been a month, and just as Ma Zhiyuan said, he's like a rat in the street, hated by everyone.
Two months ago, the heiress from Hong Kong came under an assumed name and worked as his assistant for a month.
On the last day, she suddenly fainted from anger and grief. Coincidentally, the girl's diary fell out and was picked up and exposed by a stagehand.
The diary describes Tu Chaoxi as having a bad temper and a dark mind, and the girl writes that she lives under his oppression every day.
So netizens immediately concluded that he had verbally abused her, psychologically tormented her, and driven her to the point of fainting.
A month has passed, and the young lady still hasn't woken up.
He was embroiled in scandals, and netizens listed seven deadly sins against him based on the descriptions in that diary.
Bullying, creating a persona, acting like a diva... the charges are endless.
Tu Chaoxi still can't figure out what happened.
Therefore, he personally went to Hong Kong, a city he thought he would never set foot in again in his life, and unsurprisingly, he was turned away.
He angrily explained and argued in front of the camera, but it was no use.
He was originally an overnight sensation, with no foundation or backing. Coupled with the suppression from Hong Kong, his agency abandoned him immediately, preferring to ignore him. Today, they simply exiled him to this small variety show.
Ma Zhiyuan seemed to have been waiting for him there, and he mocked him for a full half hour.
Even though she pretended to be indifferent, Tu Chaoxi was still seething with anger.
But he also understood that at this point, he had no choice but to endure it.
I never expected... that someone would actually stand up for him!
This is the first time in a month that someone, apart from a small number of fans, has openly and righteously defended him!
Although he was talking nonsense and acting crazy, his words hit the nail on the head and shattered the resentment that had been building up for a whole month!
Tu Chaoxi was inevitably moved, so moved that she wanted to give him a million dollars!
He let out a long, heavy sigh, clenched his fist, raised a perfectly genuine smile, and slowly looked up.
He needs to remember which girl it is, get her contact information later, and then he'll spend money on her when he gets back!
Then, a fair, delicate, blank yet excited face appeared at the doorway.
The next second, Tu Chaoxi's smile froze.
In an instant, shock, astonishment, disbelief, and hatred filled his eyes in turn.
The girl in front of me was wearing a tacky floral nightgown, her eyebrows were raised, and her nose was slightly red as she glared at me.
She was stunningly beautiful, yet strangely familiar.
Tu Chaoxi's smile gradually faded, replaced by a clenched jaw.
The feeling of being moved just now vanished completely in an instant!
...Tu Yao!
What is she doing here?!
...
Although Ding Dapang wasn't very smart, he was exceptionally sensitive to danger.
Just like now, a second before Tu Yao made her move, he had already crouched down to the side with his head in his hands.
Just like now, he cautiously glanced at Tu Chaoxi, whose face looked unpleasant, and quickly nudged Tu Yao's arm: "...Tu, Tu Xiaomao, why don't you run away?"
Tu Yao was still standing there, blinking her eyes: "...Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."
She reached up and touched her forehead.
The blue bar on his forehead was flashing.
None of that matters.
The important thing is...
The progress bar, which had just plummeted to 2, jumped to 10 in just a few seconds!
Tu Yao was so excited that her hands were shaking. Wait... let her take a look.
Since it's a progress bar, it will naturally go up and down!
Since it plummeted even when everyone was criticizing its cheap counterpart, wouldn't it rebound when someone helps it recover?
Since her life is tied to her brother's career, does that mean that as long as his career returns to its peak, her life will be saved?
Little Daddy, is that how it is?
110: [。]
110 was somewhat convinced, so when necessary, its silly daughter was actually quite clever.
Tu Yao's lips gradually parted into a smile.
Tu Yao is confident now; she feels she can do it again!
Across from him, Ma Zhiyuan struggled to his feet. After lying down for so long, he felt dizzy and lightheaded as soon as he stood up.
In a daze, all I could see was a tacky floral nightgown.
He was so angry that his leg hurt even more.
Even a country girl dares to help Tu Chaoxi scold him!
"Who do you think you are! You dare to smash my things? Believe me or not, I'll have the director film the show in another village!"
"Just wait and see how your parents deal with you then!"
The show they recorded was called "Rural Food," which was a lukewarm variety show about farming and land reclamation, but it was a unique opportunity for this impoverished village. The venue rental fee alone was an astronomical sum for them!
Ma Zhiyuan looked arrogant. These little girls and kids from the deep mountains were ignorant and timid, and they were only fooled by Tu Chaoxi's face.
They get scared easily.
Sure enough, the chubby boy was terrified at first glance.
Upon hearing this, Ding Dapang's eyes reddened, and he hurriedly grabbed Tu Yao's sleeve, anxiously saying, "Tu Xiaomao, what should we do? What should we do? My dad will definitely beat me! How can we cure my great-uncle's athlete's foot?!"
Ding Dapang's great-uncle, who was nearly fifty, developed athlete's foot, which angered his great-aunt so much that she forbade him from going to bed.
My great-uncle's family is poor, and they're just waiting for the venue fee for this show to come through so they can go to the city to get treatment for athlete's foot.
Not only did my third great-uncle have athlete's foot, but my second great-aunt also had a stutter, my fourth great-uncle snored, and...
Ding Dapang's bedwetting...
Tu Yao was happily finishing the progress bar when she heard this and immediately waved her hand and scoffed: "You believe him? The entertainment industry losing him is like the literary world losing you, Ding Da Pang."
Even though her older brother is now universally reviled, his status is still more than two hundred times higher than his.
How did he get such great power to make the production team change the filming location?
What's more, this show is a pioneering variety show. Tell me, is there any place around that is poorer or more suitable for pioneering than their Crane Village?
Ding Dapang was confused, not quite understanding: "But I only got five points on my Chinese test yesterday..."
Tu Yao clapped her hands decisively: "Then that settles it!"
Seeing that he still looked silly, Tu Yao sighed and patiently explained the science to him.
"To put it another way, the entertainment industry losing him is like the mathematics world losing Wang Shengli. Do you know who Wang Shengli is?"
"He was my elementary school deskmate. In fifth grade, during a test about the chicken and rabbit problem, he sneaked out of school and let all the chickens in the village out to count their feet. In the end, he couldn't catch the rabbit and handed in a blank paper!"
"Just like your second aunt's son, Xiaobai, can't eat pork belly, and your third uncle's son, Xiaolü, can't eat braised pork ribs, understand?"
My second aunt's family has a purebred white rabbit, and my third uncle's family has a hybrid green-feathered chicken. They can't even eat half a bite of meat.
Ding Dapang suddenly realized what was going on.
He nodded: "Understood."
Tu Yao chattered on and on, so loudly that Ma Zhiyuan could hear her clearly and distinctly.
He was so angry that his mouth twisted and his eyes glazed over, and he pointed at her, unable to speak for a long time.
"You! You! You! You!!"
Tu Yao was terrified. She thought, "I'm going to die. Is she going to have a stroke?"
She quickly dragged Ding Dapang back to hide.
The two, one big and one small, exchanged wary yet disdainful glances.
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
Ma Zhiyuan: "...You! You just wait! I'm going to find the director right now!"
After saying that, he glared fiercely at Tu Chaoxi and limped out the side door!
And just as he rushed out of the side door—
[Progress Bar Announcement: +1]
[Progress Bar Announcement: +1]
...
And just like that, it kept rising to 15!
Tu Yao: ? !!! !!! !
"Hiss—" Tu Yao touched her chin, lost in thought.
It is known that this progress bar is related to her older brother's luck.
Now that she's driven that skinny guy away, the stock has gone up five points!
So it seems... this skinny monkey really is a stumbling block to his cheap older brother's return to the top.
Thinking of this, Tu Yao decisively gave herself a big thumbs up!
That's amazing, as expected of her! She perfectly grasped the truth!
Eighty years from now, a centenarian surnamed Tu will be born in Xianhe Village.
She walks briskly and is quick-witted; may she live as long as the Southern Mountain and be as clever as the heavens!
Who can outlive her?
Tu Yao patted her trouser leg with a cheerful smile, glanced at the time—it was exactly nine o'clock—and prepared to go back to sleep.
Just as I was about to leave, a voice that was devoid of emotion suddenly came from behind me.
"And what about me?"
What would it mean if the entertainment industry didn't have me?
Tu Yao immediately let out a "Whoa!" as a conditioned reflex!
Without you? My dear older brother?
How could the entertainment industry be complete without you?!
Even if it's for my life, you have to become incredibly famous, okay?
She immediately turned her head and blurted out, "Then it must be missing a rising star!"
"I've done some quick calculations, and I've determined that you're the future of the entertainment industry..."
Before she could finish speaking, she met a gaze that had been fixed on her for who knows how long, a gaze that was obscure and complex.
Tu Yao: ...
The sound abruptly stopped.
The small, brick-and-tile house suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Tu Yao gave a dry laugh, looked at the man in front of her, and swallowed hard.
...I'm going to die. I was so happy that I forgot my cheap older brother was still around.
Not far away, Tu Chaoxi walked towards her step by step with a blank expression and a head of messy golden hair.
The tone was mocking: "...A rising star?"
He paused, his eyes sharpening in an instant:
"Aren't they just lowly actors?"
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