After staying up all night for two nights, Xia Chi originally planned to sleep with him forever.

He was woken up by an unfortunate phone call.

Feng Man shouted with full energy from the other end: "Hurry up and enjoy the full moon banquet for Luo Jian's grandson."

"What?" Xia Chi was still confused, his mind working slower than a sloth's. "You call Luo Jian your grandson?"

[Feng Man, you're so good! You were so flattering in front of Luo Jian, but the heroine changed her attitude like turning the pages of a book, and even dared to take advantage of Lao Deng.]

Feng Man explained: "I'm talking about Luo Jian's grandson."

Xia Chikonger: "Are you Luo Jian's grandson?"

The chaotic brain has already imagined a grand drama of wealthy family ethics.

[Could it be that Luo Jian suddenly offered resources because the grandfather and grandson recognized each other? ]

【hiss……】

The ages don't match.

There was a strange silence on the other end of the phone.

Just like Wu Zetian holding back her big move and waiting for the cooldown time——

"Xia-chi-"

Feng Man's roar instantly exceeded the decibel limit of the mobile phone, and Xia Chi almost threw the phone away.

"Luo! Jian!'s! grandson!'s! full! moon! celebration!" Every word resonated like thunder. "Your ears are clogged with donkey hair, aren't they? Why are you pretending to be so rude to me?"

"Oh, it's Luo Jian's grandson's full moon party."

Xia Chi finally reacted and thought to himself that Feng Man's mouth was always young and her words were always unpleasant. What did it mean to have her ears blocked by donkey hair?

Only donkey ears would be blocked by donkey hair!

"But what does this have to do with me?" he muttered, hugging his pillow. "That's the Queen Mother's Peach Festival. Am I, a mere monkey, supposed to carry two machetes and chop my way from the South Heaven Gate to Penglai East Road just to get a few peaches?"

"What bullshit!" Feng Man cursed on the phone, "They specifically sent out invitations."

"Oh, then you'd better seize the opportunity." Xia Chi had already slumped back into bed, his voice becoming increasingly unclear. "Bring back a few more resources... Let me take a nap for another five minutes..."

"This invitation is specially sent to you." Feng Man roared, "The driver is already on the way. You have to go today. If you don't go, you will be forced to go!"

The call was hung up cleanly, but Xia Chi was still holding the phone, looking confused.

[I'm so annoyed. Can this world delete me?]

He hummed and went to put on his slippers.

My routine is simple: get up and suffer.

【Destroy it, quickly.】

An hour later, Xia Chi was pressed on a chair in the styling room, surrounded by the latest haute couture items from major brands, any one of which could be worth half a year's salary for an average person.

Feng Man really spent a lot of money this time, even the company's styling director personally took action.

"This one's nice." The stylist picked up a dark grey suit, which was elegantly tailored. A dark-patterned brooch was faintly visible on the collar, exuding low-key luxury everywhere.

Xia Chi looked at himself in the mirror and felt a little strange - during this period of time, he was either wrapped in a Taoist robe and pretending to be a ghost or darkening his skin to look like a pervert. Suddenly, he looked like a human being, which made him feel uncomfortable.

When I think about what I will experience later, my heart is like a princess going to the frontier to marry a foreign princess.

"Sister Man, is it that serious? It's just a full moon party, not a red carpet party in Cannes."

Xia Chi tugged at his tight collar.

[It's not even my turn to walk the red carpet...]

Feng Man sat opposite the mirror with her legs crossed, her haute couture dress of the season sparkling, her red lips pursed as she slowly drank iced Americano through a straw.

"What do you know? You give yourself the identity you want when you go out. If you don't tell me, who would know you are just a supporting actor?"

Xia Chi: “…That’s right.”

Words are like tigers that block the road, clothes are like fur that scares people, who cares if the one with gold trim is a foot basin or not.

【Why did you call me? 】

Thinking of Feng Man's recent series of abnormal behaviors, Xia Chi felt a little panicked.

[Super Male Woman has been really… ignoring so many of her celebrity guests and focusing solely on a small-time role like me.]

[They even rented me a new apartment...]

[Could it be...that he's attracted to me?]

“!!!”

The iced American coffee in her hand burst instantly. Feng Man slowly raised her head, her eyes dangerous as if she was going to perform a scene of tearing a living person apart with her bare hands.

Fortunately, Xia Chi braked in time and changed his mind quickly.

[The possibility is almost zero. Feng Man is such a workaholic that she only raises female turtles. Male ones would only slow down her sword-drawing speed.]

[Or maybe it's because my acting skills have reached the pinnacle and won over the director?]

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I was so embarrassed that I dug my toes into the ground.

【But Luo Jian is not blind.】

Or maybe…

【scare!】

If you have been a leek for too long, all you can think about is the sound of the sickle.

[Could it be... the director wants my share of the money?!]

Feng Man rolled her eyes almost to the back of her head. She walked over to him with her ten-centimeter high heels and slapped him on the head.

"Look at you, you're such a coward! Someone who doesn't know me would think I'm sending you to the execution ground. What a shame..."

Xia Chi stared at the person in the mirror in a daze.

The ceiling light in the styling room was like a layer of soft mist, outlining his outlines to be deep and noble. The well-tailored suit fitted his shoulders, making him look tall and slender. The scattered hair on his forehead was combed up, revealing his smooth forehead and sharp brow bones. He looked so unfamiliar, as if he was about to inherit a trillion-dollar fortune.

He tugged at his tie somewhat uncomfortably.

[There's no future, just having a breath of fresh air is good enough...]

I never thought that an unwanted orphan like me would wear couture.

Who should I tell about this happy news? I want to show off that I don’t even have any family.

Xia Chi suddenly opened his mouth and smiled foolishly at Feng Man.

"Sister Man, I'm already wearing haute couture."

Feng Man was silent for two seconds.

Reaching out to straighten Xia Chi's tie and smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt, he said, "Don't worry about why Director Luo Jian chose you. Just think of it as a blessing for him. Director Luo Jian is a living Bodhisattva who has won three Feitian Awards. Even a little bit of resources he lets slip through his fingers would be enough for you to live on for three years."

She pulled out a handkerchief from her suit pocket, and with a few folds of her fingers, she folded it into a delicate triangle. "This is how you fold the handkerchief. Do you see it?"

"Oh. Sister Man, you are amazing."

"Cheer up! The Full Moon Banquet is a place of fame and fortune. Those present are either bigwigs of capital or industry giants. They're all here to discuss cooperation." She patted Xia Chi's shoulder and encouraged him: "Your mission today is to engrave your name, Xia Chi, in the eyes of these people."

Xia Chi nodded woodenly: "Sister Man, I will listen to you."

The driver parked the car in front of the Junsen Hotel.

The banquet hall was on the top floor. The elevator slowly rose, and Xia Chi's stiff smile was reflected on the mirrored wall.

Feng Man was like a butterfly circling the small space. "Producer Li, long time no see! This is Xia Chi, a newcomer to our company. We just finished filming a play directed by Du Binquan last month, and this month we're making a cameo appearance in Director Luo's drama."

Xia Chi greeted him like a puppet being pulled by a string: "Hello! I've heard a lot about you!"

He clearly saw a trace of confusion in the other person's eyes, but Feng Man had already neatly stuffed the gold-embossed business card into his hand.

I finally understand how Feng Man is able to thrive. This instinct of treating socializing as breathing is simply unparalleled.

[Goodness me, being my agent is such a waste of talent.]

[Sister Man is the ancient Greek god who controls connections! ]

The elevator stopped at the 58th floor.

The corridor leading to the banquet hall is covered with dark red carpet, and the mosaic walls on both sides are as dazzling as a kaleidoscope.

Feng Man was walking when she suddenly grabbed Xia Chi's sleeve.

"Why is he here?"

Following Feng Man's gaze, she saw a man in a navy blue three-piece suit exiting from a side corridor. His temples were slightly frosted, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was as warm as sandalwood. He walked with an unhurried and unhurried aura.

“That’s…?”

"Glorious Media's head, Tang Bo." Feng Man's nails nearly dug into Xia Chi's arm. "Even this reclusive Mr. Buddha personally attended the banquet..." She suddenly lowered her voice. "It seems the rumors in the industry about Guanghui's bankruptcy and restructuring are probably true."

"Tang Bo? Hiss... why does it sound so familiar?"

Xia Chi was a little confused.

"As for the four evil men in the entertainment industry, I've told you about them. They're the Guanghui Tang Tiger, the Dingsheng Jackals, the Juhai Turtle Spirit, and..." Feng Man was suddenly stuck when she mentioned the last name.

“And German Doberman Pinschers.”

Xia Chi had a deadpan expression on his face: "Where did you hear that, Sister Man? At least make it rhyme. As soon as Du Binquan's name came out, the three villains in front were treated like Xiong Da and Xiong Er."

However, that turtle spirit Ju Hai is indeed a real scum. Xia Chi’s former boss has already gone in and is operating the sewing machine.

"Wait, what did you just say? What about bankruptcy reorganization? Is Guanghui really going bankrupt?"

Xia Chi was full of anticipation. Guanghui’s bankruptcy was the lifelong wish of many pumpkins.

Feng Man looked around and whispered, "Have you been offline lately? How could you not know about something as big as this? Guanghui's highly-praised young star, Zhou Xu, has been reported by residents of Chaoyang District for soliciting prostitution, and the fines haven't been settled yet. And before one thing settles, another one arises. Something happened just the other day."

Her diamond-studded fingers swiped through the latest news on her phone. "This is quite exciting. Your idol, Jiang Nan, had his contract expired and they couldn't reach an agreement. Guanghui Entertainment refused to release him, and their manager, Gao Sheng, hired a hater to spread false rumors."

Xia Chi suddenly yawned loudly, his head was full of fog and he felt very sleepy.

"Really?"

"That's right. But this bastard is so mean and stupid. He thought the dirty laundry provided by the staff wasn't explosive enough, so he actually posted the original photo of the celebrity sleeping that he secretly took on his old phone. All the information was exposed."

Feng Man sighed, "I wonder which netizen was the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes to actually find Gao Sheng's secondary Weibo account and compare his photos from 2017. The phone model, location, time of shooting, even the dust on the lens are exactly the same..."

Xia Chi yawned one after another, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Then I'll definitely get scolded."

"Of course not," Feng Man tutted. "At first, netizens didn't realize it was Jiang Nan's agent. Seeing how many posts he liked on Weibo that smeared Jiang Nan, they thought he was a fan of a rival company. But Gao Sheng loves to show off, constantly posting pictures of designer shoes and watches, and all the details matched up with the Reuters photos. Even his birthday and ID suffix were identical, which immediately confirmed his identity. What's called Xiao Jiang Hu? Doesn't it just mean 'Little Jiang Hu'? It's unheard of for one's own agent to be exposed as the leader of the anti-fans group?"

"You're responsible for the consequences of your actions." Xia Chi suddenly wanted to ask, "Sister Man, how do you think Guanghui will deal with Gaosheng?"

"He definitely can't stay." Feng Man sneered. "What's the point of trying to maintain his reputation? He's been caught smearing his own artist. This incident will definitely go down in the annals of Chinese entertainment history. Jiang Nan's fans are no pushovers. They practically turned the internet upside down last night, even crashing Weibo's servers for two hours."

Xia Chi didn't say anything. He felt sleepy when he thought about the two days of hard work.

Of course he did his bit to make the server down for two hours. It would be a shame if he didn't report such a big injustice to the central government.