"Mo Fei, stop struggling and come back soon. We all miss you."
"Mofei, come back and raise pigs with me. My sows have given birth to thousands of piglets. I'll teach you how to care for sows after childbirth."
"There's no future in the entertainment industry. It's better to be a rich second-generation happily."
"We are the second generation of rich people, but we are the first generation of rich people."
"Could it be that if you don't come back, your dad will hug my dad and cry like a river in my house?"
…
Yan Mofei looked at his friends shouting again, turned off his phone silently, and did not reply.
They've been saying this for three years.
The cause of the matter has to start from the moment he was born.
He was a time traveler. He had lived for over twenty years in his previous life and died young. He had traveled through time with his memories and arrived in this world, which was similar to his previous life but also different.
He could speak at six months old, walk at eight months old, and jump up and hit his father's knees when he was one year old.
After winning a lottery ticket worth hundreds of thousands of dollars by sheer luck while in elementary school, he was like a koi fish, and began his road to wealth.
He directed his father to dominate the stock market, and whatever he commanded rose. He used the money he earned to invest in various projects, and every investment was a success.
He successfully transformed his once well-off family into a business tycoon today.
It wasn't much, just a few hundred small goals. He helped his parents become the first generation of rich people, while he served as a military advisor in the background, barely becoming a second generation of rich people.
The turning point came three years ago when he was 20 years old. He was tired of looking at the room full of money and wanted to explore a different world.
After a career in darts throwing, he entered the entertainment industry.
I don’t know if it’s because his koi-like physique has worn off, or if he had it too easy in the past twenty years, but ever since he decided to enter the entertainment industry, he’s been running into obstacles everywhere.
First, he went to various major entertainment companies hoping to sign a contract. Not only was he rejected many times, but the only one willing to sign him announced its bankruptcy the day before the official signing.
Yan Mofei was not discouraged. Since he couldn't sign, he would do it himself!
So, he invested in a studio, became his own manager, and negotiated his own debut opportunities. The only people who followed him were a driver and an assistant.
Why wasn't there anyone else? The answer was no one applied. The driver was his previous driver, and the assistant was someone he'd found during a downpour.
The girl was fired from her job and was crying in the rain. Yan Mofei took pity on her and picked her up, and he couldn't get rid of her from then on.
The reason for the girl's dismissal was that she was bad at finding her way and was often late. After being rescued by Yan Mofei, the girl was like a navigation system installed on him, and she would always meet him whenever she went out.
Seeing her great strength and ability to lift 100 kilograms with one hand, Yan Mofei accepted her fate and took her in as his assistant. From then on, he no longer had to carry things when he went out.
Standing by the car, I watched wave after wave of fans running after the stars, calling them brothers and sisters crazily and surrounding them to get autographs.
Yan Mofei gritted his teeth!
He has been in the entertainment industry for three years, but he is still a small-time unknown outside the 18th line. Strictly speaking, he is just an extra. He goes wherever there is a need for people.
He looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Am I not handsome? Am I in good shape?"
He has a masculine and handsome face, and his body is professionally trained with eight-pack abs. He looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed.
But why do these people seem to be blind? Isn't it said that the entertainment industry is all about looks?
Those effeminate young handsome guys have people supporting them, why doesn't he have anyone?
"Boss, you are the most handsome. I have never seen anyone in the entertainment industry who is more handsome than you."
"You have the best body too. I've been looking at you for so long and I'm still hissing."
The young assistant Yang Xiaoli was holding a small fan and blowing on him, with sincerity almost overflowing on his face.
"Then why do they..."
Yan Mofei was halfway through his words when he immediately struck a handsome pose and revealed a charming smile.
A little girl stopped in front of him, her face slightly red, holding a notebook and a pen in her hands: "Handsome boy, you are so handsome, can you sign an autograph for me?"
Yan Mofei reached out, ready to take her notebook and pen: "Of course."
The next second, the girl was dragged away.
"Who is he? Why do we need his autograph? Let's go! If we don't leave now, we won't be able to take up the front row with Brother Ji!"
They were running towards the third-tier celebrity Ji Rufeng, a young man with a face as white as a dead body and as pale as a wall.
He was about 1.75 meters tall and weighed no more than 100 pounds. He was as thin as a chick.
Yan Mofei turned around and punched the car of his car, gritting his teeth and saying, "Why?!"
Yang Xiaoli patted him on the back and comforted him: "Boss, don't be discouraged. Your time will come soon."
"When was that?"
Yang Xiaoli blinked her big eyes and said, "How about we stop being so impatient and go back to improve our acting and singing skills?"
Yan Mofei stopped talking. This was his weakness.
He'd been practicing his acting and singing skills since he decided to enter the entertainment industry. He was incredibly talented, having already finished college at just 20, and hadn't taken the postgraduate entrance exam simply because he wasn't interested.
But for three years, he worked hard every day, but he failed in his acting and singing skills and could not improve at all.
"Sure enough, the entertainment industry is my nemesis."
"I'd better go back and help my friends with the sows after their delivery."
Yan Mofei is like a frost-bitten eggplant. He tried hard, but it was useless. That’s not his problem.
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