So young, so why was he losing hair?

Film and Television Association.

When Xu Yi arrived, he was immediately surrounded by a huge crowd, three layers deep, making it impossible to move.

Good heavens, that's really good heavens.

If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd stumbled upon a pyramid scheme, with old men waiting to be handed out eggs.

Xu Yi found an old man who was almost sunburnt.

"Grandpas, what are you all doing here? This is the Film and Television Association; we don't give out eggs here."

"Give out eggs? I've never heard of that!"

The old man looked confused, sized Xu Yi up and down, and then showed a look of sympathy.

"Young man, you're one of those people owed money by the Film and Television Association, right? Come line up with us. That damn Association is a piece of trash, fining us every day. If we can't pay on time, they even charge interest. They'd rather die than live for money!"

"They fine us for meals, they fine us for water, and they even fine our crew for not using their designated suppliers when buying tables and chairs!"

"This is nothing! I need to hire several dogs for my film, and even cleaning up their poop requires using their designated garbage bags. I really don't know who the dogs are!"

"We have to break down that door today and steal it! This is unbearable!"

One person complained, and everyone started pouring out their grievances.

After listening for a while, Xu Yi finally understood.

It's not just one or two people who have been bullied by this Film and Television Association; it's become a widespread situation.

Wait?

Xu Yi wouldn't wait.

He walked straight past the crowd and arrived at the entrance of the Film and Television Association.

Inside the door, a bunch of accountants were eating sunflower seeds and drinking tea. Even though it was working hours, they wouldn't open the door, deliberately waiting until after working hours to collect more fines.

"Young man, come back, they won't open the door."

The old man advised Xu Yi.

If the door were open, they would have gone in long ago. Why would they have waited until now?

"Sir, how will you know if you don't try?"

Xu Yi smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, noticing the sparse heads of the Security Guard at the gate.

This guy, in his early twenties, is bald? There must be something wrong with him.

"Hey bro, I can cure baldness, can you open the door for me?"

Xu Yi said.

The Security Guard, who had been acting aloof, was immediately tempted after hearing Xu Yi's words.

"Are you really good at treating difficult and complex cases?"

"Then let me see it."

"To be honest, and I don't mind if you laugh at me, I suspect I've been experiencing kidney deficiency lately, and it might even be Depression. My hair is falling out in clumps."

"I can't help it, the work pressure is too high, and I'm afraid of being envied!"

"One shouldn't be too outstanding. A tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind. You'd better take a look at me quickly!"

The Association's doors opened, and a young man in Security Guard uniform walked out, his face full of vigilance.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, in his twenties or thirties, and although he was wearing a Security Guard uniform, he was clearly a spirited young man.

"You're Security Guard now, who would be jealous of you? Aren't you overthinking it?"

Xu Yi said.

"You're overthinking it? Do you even know anything about this business?"

"This Security Guard uniform I'm wearing is something many people dream of but can't have their whole lives."

"No bragging, Da Ming fried dough stick only makes 150 a day when he's not working, while I can just laze around on my phone all day and still earn 170 a day. Aren't you envious of that kind of job?"

Do you think I'm under a lot of pressure? Could I develop Depression?

The energetic young man looked anxious.

???

Xu Yi stared at the young man in shock. At that moment, he truly couldn't tell whether the young man had genuine Depression or was just doing something abstract and silly!

"Young man, I admit you're very capable, since you earn more than Daming Youtiao. But your suspicion that others are jealous of you is really a bit far-fetched!"

"I can't say how to treat Depression, but someone as narcissistic as you definitely doesn't Depression!"

Xu Yi commented on the spot, feeling deeply moved.

This Film and Television Association is truly full of talented people.

One has Privilege Dog mindset, another is obsessed with green, and now there's another who's addicted to being Security Guard.

While Security Guard may be a promising career, it's a bit too abstract to imagine that Security Guard is under so much pressure that he suspects he Depression.

"You suspect I'm narcissistic? That's interesting!"

"Bullshit! With my looks, if I were put in the dating market, wouldn't all the young girls go crazy?"

"Kid, if you're envious, just say so. There's no need to attack me indirectly. Tell me, isn't it enough that my generation is doing this? My monthly expenses are four or five thousand, and my income is guaranteed regardless of circumstances. Aren't you envious?"

The energetic young man tossed his hair and showed off the Adidas swoosh on his shoes.

With that hairstyle and that physique, calling him perfect isn't an exaggeration, is it?

And you call him narcissistic?

He's keeping all of this under his belt!

"To be fair, even Sherlock Holmes wouldn't dare say he earns more than Da Ming fried dough stick. For a mere Security Guard to claim he earns more than Da Ming, he certainly has the ability!"

"Oil, gold, diamonds, and Da Ming fried dough stick —the world's four hard currencies. Do you think I'm kidding?"

"Upstairs, Sherlock Holmes is for solving cases, Bill Gates is the richest man!"

"I don't care who you are, Bill Gates or anyone else. Even if you're the World's Richest Person, if you want to eat at Da Ming fried dough stick, you have to verify your financial status a month in advance!"

Upon smelling the abstract, the Livestream Viewers immediately went crazy.

Seeing the chaotic barrage of comments, Xu Yi almost laughed in exasperation.

Okay, okay, so everyone's starting to play with abstract concepts, huh?

Then don't blame the streamer for pulling off some stunts.

When it comes to abstract art, who can beat him?

"You say you have Depression and are losing hair? Then let me ask you, do you lose hair regularly?"

"It's falling! Falling by the handful!"

Do you have insomnia?

Insomnia, nights and nights of insomnia!

"Then let me ask you another question: do you watch any stimulating movies?"

"I've seen it, and not just seen it, I also enjoy collecting some..."

Before he could finish speaking, the energetic young man abruptly stopped, covered his mouth, and glared angrily at Xu Yi.

That kid's wicked!

Asking questions intentionally, taking advantage of someone's lack of vigilance, is a deliberate attempt to embarrass them.

"I didn't watch much, just a little bit!"

"..."

Xu Yi blinked.

A little bit? More than just a little bit!

Explaining is worse than not explaining at all!

How did you know you had Depression? Did you go to the hospital for a diagnosis?

Xu Yi asked again.

Young men are full of energy and vigor. They like watching movies, and even if they indulge a little and lose some hair, it doesn't necessarily mean they have Depression.

This young man's thoughts are so abstract, how could they possibly be related to Depression?

This version of Earth OL, while not invincible to Abstract Guy against Depression.

That's professional self-control!

I don't have a hospital diagnosis report.

"But my hair loss follows a pattern; it usually increases towards the end of the month and stops at the beginning of the next month."

"Ah?"

Xu Yi was speechless.

Do you think you're some kind of fairy? No hair loss at the beginning of the month, but hair loss at the end.

The other person's aunt is coming, and you're the uncle?

"Stop acting normal!"

"If you keep being so abstract, believe me, I'll send you to Southeast China for surgery."

Xu Yi suppressed his urge to complain and continued to ask.

"My hair doesn't fall out during the day!"

"At night, especially when it's quiet, my hair falls out in clumps. Sometimes I feel so sad that I can't help but cry!"

The energetic young man said, as if a painful memory had been stirred up, and suddenly shivered.