This kind of shady quick-money scheme was addictive. Once someone had tasted it, it was hard to give up, and Qi Heng was no exception.
[After becoming one of the behind-the-scenes bosses, Qi Heng had actually planned to wash his hands of it and stop getting personally involved. But with the economic downturn of recent years and the factory's poor performance, he had no choice but to get back into the game to save the market.]
[Last year, he spent two months overseas and filmed twenty productions in total. He was basically "filming" every day. You humans have a saying: one drop of essence equals ten drops of blood. With how hard Qi Heng worked, how could he not become haggard and thin?]
Chu Xiyue silently did the math. Twenty productions in two months meant one every three days on average. Gasp! At that rate, even a domineering CEO from a novel who could go seven rounds a night would not be able to handle it, right?
No wonder Qi Heng had become so gaunt and worn out.
Chu Xiyue clicked her tongue and shook her head.
[So don't be fooled by how Qi Heng looks slim in clothes and muscular without them in dramas. In reality, after "working so diligently," there was no way he could have the fit, brawny physique he had on screen. All those shots of his face and exposed—
—body in dramas were filmed with a stand-in or a muscle suit. They were fake!]
Chu Xiyue:?
Damn it, the wonderful eye candy that had made her blush and her heart race while watching his dramas had been fake?
Wasn't that deceiving consumers?
Consumer Chu Xiyue was indignant.
"Alright! Stage crew, clear the set! Get ready to shoot!" The director's voice came through the loudspeaker and