Huayu Entertainment: The Birth of a Succubus Top Star

Shanghai racetrack.

Today we're shooting a video of Mercedes-Benz's brand ambassador, Gu Zhiyan, who arrived in Shanghai yesterday.

Sister Meng was also with them; Gu Zhiyan had stayed at her place the night before.

Recently, Sister Meng has been relatively free, with only one variety show and no other acting projects.

That's just how it is for a struggling newcomer.

They eat one meal a day and go hungry the next.

Today, Sister Meng appeared disguised as Gu Zhiyan's assistant, fully armed.

Apart from Xiuxiu, no one knew her identity.

Although Sister Meng is indeed not well-known, she is still a female celebrity. If the media catches her in the photos, who knows what kind of trouble she might cause.

Given Meng Jie's current status, it wouldn't be a good thing if news of her relationship with Gu Zhiyan broke; she would definitely face massive online harassment.

Moreover, Sister Meng didn't want to cause trouble for Gu Zhiyan. For a top star to date would be "digging his own grave."

At this moment, Sister Meng and Xiuxiu were chatting by the track, while Gu Zhiyan was sitting in a Mercedes-AMG GT sports car listening to the director explain the filming details.

For example, what posture to adopt when getting out of the car, what pose to strike, etc.

"Teacher Gu, did you understand? If not, I'll repeat it again," the director said somewhat obsequiously.

There's no way around it; he's just a director of adult films, while the guy in the car is a hot celebrity in the entertainment industry. It's not shameful.

Even directors who make TV series and movies, unless they reach a certain level of status, have to treat the guy in the car well.

"I understand, don't worry, director."

Gu Zhiyan isn't one of those pretty boys with no acting skills; filming a gay porn movie is a piece of cake for him.

"Alright, then we..."

Before the director could finish speaking, the deep, powerful roar of the engine had already shattered the tranquility above the track.

"Holy crap!" the director exclaimed, staring dumbfounded at the speeding sports car.

His face was pale, and despite the early winter temperature, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Scared!

I've never heard of this guy driving a race car!

If something happens to Gu Zhiyan, he's finished too!

Damn it, someone's going to die!

The race car driver who was brought in as a stunt double was also completely bewildered.

"Director, shouldn't I be driving?"

"How the hell should I know that!"

The director had no time to pay attention to the race car driver; his eyes were fixed on the race car that Gu Zhiyan was driving on the track.

May the Bodhisattva protect me, may Buddha protect me, may God protect me... Please don't let anything happen!

Even more terrified than the director were Xiuxiu and Sister Meng.

"Sister Xiu... Sister Xiu, can... can Brother Xiaoyan drive a race car?" Sister Meng's teeth were chattering with nervousness.

"Don't...don't worry, Brother Xiaoyan is so capable, he'll definitely succeed."

Xiuxiu's heart was in her throat, but she still pretended to be calm and comforted Sister Meng.

Brother Xiaoyan is capable of everything, he should be able to race cars, right?

Gu Zhiyan was unaware of the shock his actions had caused others; at that moment, he was enjoying the exhilarating feeling of speed.

The low-slung, wide, and flat silver sports car, like a lightning bolt flying close to the ground, suddenly compressed its speed at the end of the straightaway, and with an almost cruel decisiveness, pierced into the first bend.

Gu Zhiyan's driving posture was frighteningly calm.

With hands moving smoothly and precisely on the steering wheel, eyes sharply locked onto the apex of the next bend, the body seemed to merge with the car, sensing every subtle shift in the center of gravity.

It wasn't a brutal control, but rather a precise, harmonious dance between man and machine.

The full power of the V8 engine was exhilarating, and the immense G-force pressed him firmly into the carbon fiber bucket seat.

Cool!

No wonder some people say that the racetrack is one of the ultimate dreams for men.

This feeling is wonderful!

Gu Zhiyan: I'll get a sports car later, and come play on the track when I have time.

"How's his technique?"

The director, who had now come to his senses, turned to ask the race car driver.

"Awesome! Better than me. I've never seen anyone with such amazing skills on the Shanghai circuit," the racer exclaimed sincerely.

Upon hearing this, the director was completely relieved.

When the race car finally crossed the finish line, Gu Zhiyan slowed down and drove back.

As the roar of the engine gradually faded, Gu Zhiyan opened the car door.

Of course, he didn't forget his job and got out of the car and posed as the director asked.

"Did you get the shot?" The director turned to the photographer.

"Don't worry, director, we filmed everything, not a single detail was missed." The cinematographer patted his chest confidently.

Upon hearing this, the director breathed a sigh of relief.

Just take a picture, edit it a bit, and you can use it directly.

And the effect is definitely better than a staged photo.

"Brother Xiaoyan, you scared me to death!"

Sister Meng looked at Gu Zhiyan with her big, watery eyes.

"Brother Xiaoyan, next time something like this happens, could you please let me know in advance? This is terrifying!"

Xiuxiu was also a little shaken.

Gu Zhiyan: ...

It's his fault; he was so focused on having fun that he ignored the feelings of those two girls.

Director: Me too, I almost had a heart attack from the fright.

"Hello, ma'am, may we talk for a bit?"

Several foreigners from Mercedes came over and said to Xiuxiu with excited expressions.

"Brother Xiaoyan, let me talk to them first."

"Okay, go ahead." Gu Zhiyan nodded.

Gu Zhiyan still needed to comfort Sister Meng; she was truly terrified.

Sigh, I shouldn't be so abrupt next time.

Xiuxiu returned shortly after.

"Brother Xiaoyan, Mercedes-Benz would like to ask if you are interested in participating in professional racing driver competitions. They will help you get a professional racing driver's license."

"That's fine, but you need to tell them that they have to make sure it's within my timeframe."

The people at Mercedes-Benz have good judgment, which is understandable, given that they have their own professional racing team.

"No problem, I'll talk to them. Besides, we can't participate for nothing; we can't skimp on appearance fees," Xiuxiu said.

As a top celebrity, Gu Zhiyan driving a Mercedes-Benz race car to participate in the competition is naturally a form of intangible brand promotion.

If Gu Zhiyan achieves good results, Mercedes-Benz will make a fortune.

"By the way, Brother Yan, Mercedes-Benz also wants to release the video of you driving this time to generate some buzz."

"Um?"

"It's mainly to compete with Porsche. You probably saw the trending topics a couple of days ago, about a top celebrity breaking a track record in a Porsche."

Yes, a certain top celebrity is the spokesperson for GemJet.

Gu Zhiyan had also seen his track records. They had a lot of prefixes and were obviously "custom-made records" with no real value.

But they couldn't resist the hype from those clueless fans of a certain top celebrity!

What? Their brother is so amazing, even better than professional race car drivers, the number one race car driver in China...

Basically, they just kept blowing it up into the sky.

"Yeah, let them do what they want, it's not like we're spending any money anyway," Gu Zhiyan nodded.

How can you refuse free publicity?

Incidentally, it can also put pressure on an old rival.

So that some people don't forget the pain once the wound has healed.

This feels like we've run into each other on a narrow road!