I'm really good at this.

"Isn't this a bit too high-profile?"

At the entrance of the old-style residential compound, Zhang Hong frowned.

"What's the problem?" Lin Muqing, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and dressed in jeans and a white shirt, crossed her arms as if nothing was wrong.

She looks much more refreshed today.

However, he still had a cold expression on his face.

Perhaps she was born this way?

But Zhang Hong wasn't in the mood to appreciate her outfit.

"No, no, no, this is a big problem."

He rubbed his hair and pointed at the blue-purple Lamborghini in front of him: "You're planning to drive this to the film set?"

He could only recognize the car logo; as for the price...

Anyway, it's a seven-digit number, and the first digit isn't 1.

He didn't know anything else.

If he couldn't afford it at birth, then he probably won't be able to afford it in his entire life.

Why bother about the price then?

Five million or nine million, it's all the same to him.

Anyway, we can't raise the money.

And even if you really have millions, you can't spend all of it on buying a car, right?

Only an idiot would do that.

Seemingly sensing something, the rich and beautiful girl with the high ponytail tilted her head slightly: "Is it... not allowed?"

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she took out her car keys and handed them to Zhang Hong: "You drive."

She thought that Zhang Hong might feel embarrassed to ride in her car.

Zhang Hong said helplessly, "Miss, please don't mess with me. The film studio is in the eastern suburbs, and you expect me to drive a car with such a low chassis on those awful roads? I can't afford to pay for any scratches."

Is it sour?

Of course it's sour.

But he didn't show it.

Men, they just like to pretend to be strong.

Lin Muqing nodded to indicate that she understood, then turned around and walked back to the residential area.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Hong asked from behind.

The rich and beautiful girl swung her ponytail and gave a puzzled look: "Riding an electric bike? What are you standing there for?"

Two minutes later, Zhang Hong, still on his electric scooter, turned around and asked, "No, you really want to ride an electric scooter?"

"What else?" The girl with the high ponytail sat sideways on the back of the electric scooter and urged, "Hurry up, it'll be bad if we're late."

"No." Zhang Hongte wanted to take out a cigarette, but the young lady was sitting in the back seat. If he lit a cigarette, the smoke and ash would definitely drift onto her face, so he held back. "What I mean is, the electric car isn't charged. Now that there are two people on it, it will consume twice the power. I'm afraid we won't be able to get back."

"..."

Lin Muqing didn't speak, but looked at Zhang Hong with the same look she had yesterday, the same look she gave him while lifting his skirt and looking at him with disdain.

"Alright..."

Zhang Hong sighed, turned the key, and the electric vehicle battery made a "whooshing" sound.

Then, we drove out of the residential area and headed towards the eastern suburbs.

Speechless all the way.

In April, Los Angeles is neither too cold nor too hot.

The temperature was just over 20 degrees Celsius, and the sun was shining brightly.

Thanks to the vehicle restriction policy, the blue sky and white clouds are still quite clear.

On the quiet, deserted road, the gentle breeze from the electric scooter ruffled Lin Muqing's bangs and made her high ponytail sway in the wind.

Neither of them spoke a word the rest of the way.

I don't know if it was because I was enjoying the quiet time on the road, or because the atmosphere was a bit awkward and I didn't know how to start the conversation.

Actually, neither of them were thinking about the film crew.

Zhang Hong was thinking about reviewing the actors later, while Lin Muqing was thinking about how to use her talents to impress Zhang Hong.

The two were stopped fifteen minutes later.

The two were stopped by an elderly couple with gray hair.

They didn't know the elderly couple, and they had no connection with them before.

But they cannot leave.

Because neither the old man lying two meters in front of the electric scooter's front wheel nor the old woman sitting next to Zhang Hong's electric scooter and holding onto his handlebars would agree to it.

Zhang Hong ignored the old woman and squatted down in front of the old man, took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Grandpa, why bother? What's the point of trying to scam a commoner like me on an electric bike? I can't pay you much money anyway. You might as well try to scam an SUV or something, that's where you can make big money."

And you're two meters away, not even trying to look convincing. You should at least lie under my car wheel and let me break your arms or legs first.

The old man, who was lying on the ground groaning, tried to take the cigarette from Zhang Hong's hand, but he didn't expect it to be a feint by Zhang Hong.

The kid quickly put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

They even sprayed smoke all over his face.

"Cough cough... I'm not stupid! You want me to crash into an SUV? You're asking me to die!"

As he spoke, the old man earnestly advised, "Young man, I'm at my wit's end. I won't cheat you, but could you give me a hundred or two hundred yuan so my wife and I can have something to eat? We haven't eaten all day."

Zhang Hong remained unmoved and pulled out his phone: "Grandpa, stop making a fool of yourself here. Quickly tell me your son's phone number, and I'll have someone come and pick you both up so you can live out your retirement years in peace."

Zhang Hong is an ordinary office worker.

He hates trouble, and he's also kind-hearted.

If the old man and his wife are truly in trouble, as long as it doesn't affect their lives, then giving them a hundred or two hundred yuan is fine.

But there's one thing: he has to give it to you willingly, not you have to ask him to.

This is just like going on a blind date.

If I'm going to spend money on you, it has to be something I take the initiative to do. If I'm willing to spend money on you, it's because I'm doing it willingly.

But you can't ask for it on your own initiative.

No matter how much money you spend, you won't feel happy about it.

Lin Muqing ignored the wailing old woman sitting on the ground, walked over to Zhang Hong, took out her phone, and said calmly, "Call the police."

Then she glanced at the cigarette butt dangling from Zhang Hong's lips, frowned, and gave him a look of disdain, but said nothing.

"No!" The old man sat up in one sit-up. "Please don't! We really have our reasons!"

Seeing that one of the men had a blank expression and the other was staring with a cigarette in his mouth and dead fish eyes, he got scared.

With a sigh, the old man looked up and said, "Young man, could you give me a cigarette?"

Zhang Hong handed him a cigarette.

The old man took the cigarette and lighter, pulled out the sponge filter and threw it away, then put it in his mouth backwards and lit the cigarette.

The flames obscured his dazed eyes.

He started talking about the past.

"Actually... we were abandoned by the children; they cut off all ties with us."

Zhang Hong raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Could it be that you or Auntie have a terminal illness, and the children have fallen out over the inheritance, so they abandoned you? Or is it because you two favor your youngest son, causing family conflict, and they're fighting over the inheritance?"

After thinking it over, these are probably the only two reasons.

"Actually, none of that is true." The old man exhaled a puff of smoke, his face flushing slightly. "It's just... you know, the 'golden years' (referring to older women seeking marriage), right? Cough, that's why they objected."

Zhang Hong: "..."

He spoke vaguely, but Zhang Hong understood.

He flicked his cigarette ash: "Just kidding, I get it."

This is a very common occurrence.

Life is better now, and the material needs of the elderly can be met.

What cannot be satisfied is naturally the spiritual life.

They settle for a marriage they didn't commit to when they were young and then spend their whole lives together, only to find out in their old age that they've found "true love" and then they start arguing with their children.

As a result, the children felt ashamed, so both sides kicked the two out.

Such things are quite common nowadays.

Zhang Hong had seen many of these in the news.

Once Zhang Hong understood this, he suddenly felt utterly bored.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, then stood up to leave.

The old man quickly got up and stopped him: "Wait! Let me finish my story first! Otherwise, I'm really going to lie down!"

Zhang Hong chuckled and pointed to the headlight cover of the electric vehicle: "Grandpa, I specially cut an opening there to install a dashcam, so your trick won't work on me."

The old man turned around in surprise and observed carefully.

Indeed, the headlight cover has a circular opening a few centimeters in diameter.

If you look closely, you can see something that looks like a camera inside.

"Are you fucking crazy?! Who puts a dashcam on an electric bike?!" the old man blurted out.

"I haven't seen anyone stage an accident involving an electric scooter," Zhang Hong said, scoffing.

"You're being modest!" The old man pointed at Lin Muqing, who was holding a phone, ready to call the police at any moment. "Do you think I'm blind? Every single piece of that designer clothing costs at least five figures! And that bag! It couldn't have been bought for less than 60,000! Most importantly, that watch! A Patek Philippe! An international brand! Do you think I'm ignorant?"

"..."

Zhang Hong turned around and gave Lin Muqing a look that said, "It's all your fault."

Lin Muqing crossed her arms and gave him a disdainful, indifferent look.

"Alright, alright, so what exactly do you want, sir?" Zhang Hong shrugged and spread his hands in a straightforward manner. "I have a dashcam installed anyway. If you try to extort money from me, I'll call the police. If you want to resolve your family's retirement issues, I suggest you go to the newspapers to expose it. Anyway, coming to me is useless; I'm just a TV drama actor."

"I know, and you're the one I've been looking for," the old man said firmly. "Only you can help us realize our dream of a better life in our twilight years!"

Zhang Hong was stunned: "I'm not a 'family mediator' from a TV station. What business is it of mine if you two elderly people are having a passionate romance!"

"What do you mean by 'old people in love'?" Now it was the old man's turn to be confused.

Zhang Hong scratched his earlobe: "Isn't it because your spouse passed away, and you two hit it off while square dancing and decided to have a passionate romance in your later years, but your children both objected?"

"What nonsense! We're husband and wife!" the old man said irritably.

"..." Zhang Hong clicked his tongue. "Then why talk about 'golden years'?"

"Sigh..." The old man sighed, took the last puff of his cigarette, then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his voice low and deep: "Actually, we just want to realize the dreams we had when we were young."

He looked at Zhang Hong very seriously: "We both want to be actors."

Zhang Hong: "???"

He's completely baffled right now.

This is more magical than he imagined.

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