Ling Yi became popular, but not completely.
People only know that Ling Yi exists, that he knows some Kung Fu Hustle, and that he is dating Xin Ming, who is said to be unable to get married. They also know that Ling Yi is in the entertainment industry, but there is no other detailed information.
"These guys are really just bored and have nothing better to do." Xin Ming's face darkened as she looked at the online comments.
"If I'm not dating, they worry unnecessarily, fearing I'll never get married. But if I show interest in dating, they start finding fault with everything."
"You can't date Little White, they're unreliable. You can't date rich playboys, they're too much of a womanizer. You can't date guys with great physiques, they all eat protein powder and they'll go blind when they get old!"
"Are you crazy? Whether I date or not, and who I date, is none of this business for these keyboard warriors to ramble on about."
Xin Ming muttered to herself, clearly annoyed by the keyboard warriors online.
"Keyboard warriors, they can control everything, from the sky and the earth to the air, from ugliness to beauty to men and women, there's nothing they can't control."
"I can't earn three melons and two dates a month, and I still worry about whether what others are eating is instant noodles. In fact, they are just leeks of capital, and I am being fooled back and forth by others."
Ling Yi has no liking for keyboard warriors and despises the fan community.
Ask those popular celebrities what fans mean to them; they're just synonymous with money. What do they look for when they get endorsements? It's the number of fans they have, isn't it?
The more fans a celebrity has, the higher their endorsement fees and appearance fees. But do these celebrities ever give back a single penny of their earnings to their fans?
Xin Ming blinked at Ling Yi, then chuckled, "Wow, you look so cute when you're angry."
Ling Yi's face immediately darkened, he rolled his eyes and stopped talking.
Cute? I feel hurt.
At six o'clock in the evening, Xin Ming and her companion arrived at the Grand Mansion Hotel in Dragon Capital.
The hotel's name is " Grand Mansion Hotel," which is quite straightforward.
According to Xin Ming, this place operates on a membership system, and a regular membership card costs 500,000 yuan, so ordinary people are simply not qualified to spend money here.
Although it was a wrap party, quite a few people came; there were a bunch of celebrities and directors.
This shows that Director Gao Zheng's status and position are indeed quite high.
Everyone was busy socializing, and they all seemed very enthusiastic, showing no interest in eating at all.
Ling Yi Ling Yi all of this, Chichi and drinking as usual, completely unconcerned about the strange looks from others.
"Young people these days really don't understand any manners at all," a middle-aged man said, glancing at Ling Yi with slight dissatisfaction.
Ling Yi looked up at him and asked, "How about I fucking kowtow to you?"
"You... which company are you from? Do you even know who I am?"
Oh my god, is this guy's next sentence going to be "blacklisting" him? Sorry, I'm not in the entertainment industry.
"Are you sick or something? I'm eating my food, you're pretending, what did I do to offend you? What are you trying to prove, acting all high and mighty? Just to show off?"
The middle-aged man had probably never encountered such a hothead before, and for a moment he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.
Just then, Xin Ming walked over and, noticing the awkward atmosphere at the dinner table, asked Ling Yi, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, just a bunch of trivial things happening during a meal. I'm leaving now." Ling Yi said, standing up and leaving.
The middle-aged man's face turned pale the moment he saw it was Xin Ming.
Within the industry, there are some people who absolutely cannot be offended, and Xin Ming is clearly one of them. Everyone knows how terrifying her background is.
Xin Ming grabbed Ling Yi's hand and forcibly pulled Ling Yi back to sit down.
Xin Ming looked at the middle-aged man and asked, " Uncle Pi, tell me, what are your rules here? I'm very curious."
"Ahem, I, I was just kidding, just kidding!"
Xin Ming didn't say anything, just looked at him. This was the first time Xin Ming had shown her domineering side in front of Ling Yi.
Uncle Pi immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Just then, Gao Zheng and Cheng Dalei walked over, also noticing that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"What's going on?" Gao Zheng asked, frowning.
Xin Ming was about to say something, but Ling Yi stopped her, stood up again, and said to Old Gao and Cheng Dalei, " Old Gao, Old Cheng, I'm sorry, I have something to take care of and have to leave early."
"Wishing the movie great success, I'm outta here!"
"Alright, you go ahead and get busy. I'm really busy today, otherwise you wouldn't be doing well. I'd get you completely drunk." Gao Zheng noticed Ling Yi's dissatisfaction.
Gao Zheng high hopes for Ling Yi, seeing in him an opportunity to continue the legacy of Ling Yi Kung Fu Hustle movies.
Nowadays, the older generation of Kung Fu Hustle stars can no longer film, while the young stars are all assembly-line products that can't endure hardship.
If no one takes over, it might not be long before real Kung Fu Hustle movies disappear.
But Gao Zheng saw hope in Ling Yi.
The reason I called Ling Yi Ling Yi over today is so that he can get familiar with this circle.
Cheng Dalei patted Ling Yi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's drink together next time."
Ling Yi left, Xin Ming said goodbye and followed him out.
Uncle Pi, on the other hand, was extremely uneasy. He dared to offend Gao Zheng and confront Cheng Dalei to his face.
At most, we'll just cut off contact in the future.
But he dared not offend Xin Ming.
If word gets out about this today, he'll be finished without Xin Ming even having to lift a finger.
In the car, Xin Ming glanced at Ling Yi Ling Yi now and then, especially at his cold expression, which Xin Ming found quite amusing.
Previously, Ling Yi gave her a somewhat... how to put it... otherworldly feeling?
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but that's roughly the idea—it's that feeling of being detached from worldly affairs, aloof, and not like a human being.
Xin Ming has now discovered that Ling Yi also complains and gets angry, and when he does get angry, he can be quite fierce, which makes him quite down-to-earth.
"Watch where you're going, stop staring at me! I don't want to be trending again tomorrow!"
"I'm sorry about today. I could have easily ignored that guy." Ling Yi sighed, realizing his Kung Fu Hustle was still lacking.
"It's none of your business; that guy is just taking advantage of his age."
Ling Yi shook his head, not saying anything more about it. No matter what, it was he who had caused trouble for Xin Ming, that was a fact.
In other words, Xin Ming has an impressive background. If it were someone else, the outcome might have been very different, and Xin Ming might have been implicated by her own actions.
"You didn't eat enough, did you?" Ling Yi asked, changing the subject.
"I didn't even have time to eat, so what, you want to treat me to a meal?"
"I'm going back to make some noodles, want to come along?"
Ling Yi had just acquired God Grade Culinary Arts and wanted to test their effects.
As it turns out, the God Grade Culinary Arts are indeed amazing. Even a simple bowl of noodles can be made to taste different. In any case, Ling Yi and Xin Ming each ate several large bowls.
For the next few days, Ling Yi didn't go anywhere. He either played games at home or cooked all sorts of different dishes.
Xin Ming comes every morning and leaves every evening, freeloading on all three meals a day.
Ling Yi didn't mind; one more person meant one more pair of chopsticks.
Besides, eating alone is never as lively as eating with two people.
Meanwhile, the Nine Dragons Fortune Grand Array that Ling Yi set up for the Ancient Country began to show initial results.
Three days of heavy rain in the western desert region created more than a dozen desert lakes.
The Twin Dragons, originally destined for the Ancient Country, was abruptly diverted by a sea Twister and ended up in another country.
Another oil field has been discovered in the northeastern region.
The torrential rain in the south suddenly stopped...
Of course, if things get better and better in the Ancient Country, then other countries will become increasingly unfortunate.
After all, Karmic Luck is something that is Plunder, not something that appears out of thin air.
A cold wave, the likes of which have not been seen in a century, hit a certain country. The cold air, which was originally expected to recede in three days, lingered over the country and refused to move away.
It's absolutely unbelievable how mystical it is.
This is just the tip of the iceberg; as time goes on, such mystical phenomena are becoming more and more common.
Sooner or later, people will discover the clues.
Before we knew it, another week had passed.
Today is the system's new novel world refresh time.
"I hope it will be an interesting world!"
As the countdown to midnight ended, Ling Yi's figure disappeared from the spot.
When Ling Yi came to his senses, he was already in a rented room.
Novel World: Fantasy Deity, I Summon the Son Goku at the Start! Rating: 9.6 points.
Bullseye cesium: Zhao Erfei!
This is the world with the highest rating that Ling Yi has traveled through so many worlds.
9.6 points, a rare high-quality novel world.
After reviewing the plot in his mind, Ling Yi had to admit that this novel's world was truly amazing, both in its setting and its plot arrangement.
This world is a completely fictional parallel universe.
Since the Great Qin Empire than two thousand years ago, history has taken a major turning point.
From that time on, a Fantasy Battlefield appeared in this world.
Every year, Fantasizer are selected from different countries. These Fantasizer enter the Fantasy Battlefield and defeat their opponents from other countries, thus gaining National Fortune for their nation.
It's somewhat similar to a novel about the fate of National Fortune and its battles.
To defeat an opponent, one must not rely on the individual strength of the Fantasizer, but rather on the gods that the Fantasizer conjures up out of thin air to Combat.
The strength and power of gods depend entirely on imagination.
It's not that Fantasizer can't participate in Combat, but rather that no matter how strong Fantasizer, it's difficult for them to be as powerful as the gods they imagine.
The Fantasy Battlefield opens once a year, and each time three Fantasizer are randomly selected from each country.
The Fantasy Battlefield is like a massive, fiercely Chicken-Dinner Battlefield. Only one nation can emerge victorious, and the fate of the other nations' Fantasizer is predictable.
The duration of each Fantasy Battlefield is uncertain, but it will never exceed one year.
Because the Fantasy Battlefield has a "poison circle," at the beginning of each month, the "poison circle" shrinks, and Fantasizer outside the poison circle will be eliminated within 24 hours.
The victor of the previous Fantasy Battlefield, as long as he doesn't die, must continue to participate in the Fantasy Battlefield until he dies, at which point other Fantasizer will be selected again in his country.
Once the Fantasy Battlefield opens, it will "project" the images of your faction's Fantasizer onto the minds of ordinary people in a "live broadcast" format.
People can choose to watch or not; it's not mandatory.
During the viewing, viewers can freely send comments, but these comments are invisible to the Fantasizer.
Ling Yi looked at the colorful cesium mark on his wrist.
The character he plays, Zhao Erfei, is one of this year's Fantasizer.
The other two are the Protagonist Zheng Yuan and Guan Die, a female warrior from a special department of the Great Qin Empire.
Zhao Erfei and Zheng Yuan are both ordinary people on the surface; one eats instant noodles every day, and the other can't even pay next month's rent.
But this Guan Die is truly powerful; she can even fight Fourth Tier god single-handedly without being defeated, which is incredibly impressive.
But who could have imagined that Ling Yi and Zheng Yuan, these two "ordinary people," were actually time travelers, and time travelers with extraordinary abilities at that?