I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Wang Jinhua rolled her eyes, but her eyes were full of doting affection.

"You're smart. The first season was a huge hit in Yunnan. As per your unreasonable request, this season we'll move to the seaside."

Sunshine, beaches, waves, and mushroom houses far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Xiao Chen nodded in satisfaction.

In the entertainment industry, besides filming, you always need to find something comfortable to do.

"What about the regular cast members? They haven't changed, have they?"

Xiao Chen flipped through the documents.

"Replace them? Who dares to dismantle your cash cow's core team?"

Wang Jinhua pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing her temples with a hint of helplessness.

"It's still you, Dilraba, along with Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui, the four of you are living ancestors."

Once this stellar lineup is announced, it's likely to cause another earthquake in the domestic entertainment industry.

A generation of superstars, unparalleled brilliance, plus a popular top actress, and him, an Oscar-winning actor who has garnered global attention.

This isn't a variety show recording; it's clearly a grand gathering of top celebrities in the Chinese entertainment industry.

"I've compiled a list of potential guests for the first episode, based on your suggestions. Please take a look and see if it's suitable."

Wang Jinhua pointed to the name on the last page of the document.

Xiao Chen glanced down and saw two familiar names written on it.

Stephen Chow.

Chen Chichi.

One is the pioneer of nonsensical comedy, and also Xiao Chen's close older brother in private.

The other is a variety show prodigy who is currently very popular in China and whose humor is off the charts.

"Will Stephen Chow come?"

"I thought he didn't want to come back after participating in the first season."

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"If someone else had invited him, he would definitely have refused to see them."

"But if Shishiba Culture says so, and Xiao Chen personally takes on the role of a resident representative, how can they refuse?"

Wang Jinhua smiled like an old fox.

The extent of their private relationship is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

As for Chen Chichi, upon hearing that he could dine at the same table as Xiao Chen and Zhang Guorong, he would probably pay extra to buy a standing ticket overnight to come over.

"Okay, I'll follow Aunt Hua's arrangements. Approved."

Xiao Chen casually closed the file and gave Wang Jinhua a signature humorous smile.

That face, flawless even in the sunlight, paired with that somewhat roguish expression.

Instead, it adds an irresistible roguish charm.

"You smooth talker. Since you have no objections, the filming locations in China have already started being set up. Don't cause me any trouble this month."

Wang Jinhua gave him a rather irritating reprimand.

"Don't worry, Aunt Hua, I'm a dutiful son."

"My mom checks up on me on the phone every day, how could I dare to do anything reckless?"

When Ye Huimei was mentioned, Xiao Chen's tone became unusually gentle.

Although he is now an international film star, in front of his mother, he will always be the mischievous monkey who jumped around in "Home with Kids".

After seeing off the energetic Wang Jinhua, Xiao Chen immediately went to one of the top private gyms in Los Angeles.

Since filming is still a month away, the body that will be fighting alien robots on the big screen must be kept at the perfect critical point.

Inside the spacious gym, the loud, energetic music was deafening.

Xiao Chen changed into a black tight-fitting vest.

His strong yet not bulky muscles glistened with the shine of sweat under the lights.

A disciplined life often means a monotonous and extremely self-controlled existence.

From winning the Golden Rooster Award for Best Supporting Actor back then, he has gradually risen to become an Oscar-winning actor.

Outsiders only see his stunningly handsome face, a gift from God, but few see him sweating profusely in the gym.

"Ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one hundred."

With one final, heavy lift, Xiao Chen steadily hung the heavy barbell back on the rack.

His chest muscles heaved violently, and glistening sweat slid down his sculpted jawline, splashing onto the cold floor.

The foreign personal trainer next to them was completely stunned.

In Hollywood, where it's commonly believed that East Asians are slender.

Xiao Chen's physical functions and muscle density are like those of a meticulously calculated and perfect work of art.

"Shaw, if your body fat percentage drops any further, all those action stars in Hollywood will be out of a job."

The coach handed him a towel, his tone filled with barely suppressed admiration.

Xiao Chen took the towel, casually wiped the sweat from his neck, and raised an eyebrow at his reflection in the mirror.

"A good figure is an actor's asset. If you don't maintain it, how can you convince young girls to buy movie tickets?"

He made a joke that wasn't too big or too small to the coach.

Although he didn't have many lines, he made the tall, white coach laugh out loud.

This is Xiao Chen.

He possesses a deep and steady inner strength, with a maturity and experience far exceeding that of his peers.

But what it always exudes is this refreshing and easygoing humor.

He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at Los Angeles bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

One month later, Transformers started production.

Then, the mushroom house by the sea.

The entertainment industry in this world is destined to become even more vibrant because of his existence.

Xiao Chen unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, a barely perceptible glint of heat flashing in his eyes.

It’s just a good show.

A month later.

In the California desert, the scorching sun distorts the air.

The Transformers crew's temporary base was like an isolated steel island.

It stands tall amidst the boundless yellow sand.

A huge green screen, complex robotic arms, and staff wearing tactical vests.

It creates a picture full of industrial punk vibes.

Most of the people in the crew are Hollywood veterans; what big scenes haven't they seen?

But today, the atmosphere on set felt a little strange.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait for that man who conquered the world with just his face and the movie "Titanic".

Xiao Chen, the youngest Best Actor winner in Oscar history.

"Hey, do you guys think that Xiao guy can actually act in action movies?"

A burly man in charge of props was wiping a huge model gun while whispering to the lighting technician next to him.

"Who knows, it's Michael's choice."

"But with his face, even if he just stood there doing nothing, female audiences all over the world would buy it."

The lighting technician shrugged, his tone a mix of disdain and undeniable jealousy.

After all, that face is a work of art sculpted by God himself.

Exquisite, melancholic, with a unique sense of brokenness characteristic of youth.

In Titanic, every glance he gave was enough to break the hearts of countless girls.

But here, on Michael Bay's set, there's only explosion, metal, and hormones.

That fragile beauty seems out of place.

Just then, a black van slowly drove into the film set.

The car door opened.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it like a magnet.

First, there was a long, strong leg, encased in military green work pants, with a pair of Martin boots on its feet, slightly dusty.