I'm really good at this.

Time passed day by day.

Soon, the Feitian Awards ceremony would begin.

The Golden Eagle Awards, on the other hand, are held a few days later.

This is different from what Zhang Hong, the keyboard warrior, knows.

In his previous life, starting in 2005, these two major Chinese television awards were changed to be held every two years.

The two awards are perfectly spaced out.

So, is the world really interconnected?

At times like these, Zhang Hong would always have the thought—ah, this really is a parallel world.

Now, Zhang Hong has been pulled into a high-end handmade clothing customization store by Lin Muqing.

Custom orders at these places usually require a minimum wait of one month, which the owner usually refuses.

But there was nothing they could do; Lin Muqing had given them far too much.

Standing in front of the fitting room in the store, Zhang Hong was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of clothes.

The people on his right were all wearing suits, but in reality, apart from the color, he could hardly tell them apart.

On the left are modified versions of traditional Chinese clothing, such as those with a cinched waist and a shortened hem.

After all, I don't want you to get it on your clothes when you go to the bathroom, right?

Moreover, this "Chinese clothing" is not "glamorous attire," but rather "traditional clothing of China."

In short, these are all clothes that people usually wear to formal occasions.

The common point is that Zhang Hong has absolutely no idea why they are so expensive—he just glanced at the tags, and the cheapest ones start at five figures.

Moreover, these are all mass-produced models, not custom-made styles.

Seeing Zhang Hong at a loss, Lin Muqing crossed her arms and looked at him with disdain: "Hurry up and pick something out. Why are you dawdling over buying clothes?"

Knowing that she wasn't in a good mood, Zhang Hong didn't argue.

but......

He lowered his voice: "Isn't this outfit too expensive? By the way, how much does custom-made clothing cost?"

"If you want to expedite the process and cut in line, it'll probably cost around 200,000 yuan for one set," Lin Muqing replied casually, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

Holy crap? That's expensive?

Zhang Hong's eyes changed.

Two hundred thousand! That's enough for his down payment on a house!

After all, according to the policy, for first-time homebuyers in Los Angeles, only a 20% down payment is required.

The second set is 30%, and the third set is 50%.

Of course, Zhang Hong didn't need to consider whether it was a loan or a full payment.

Three months ago, he could have bought two 140-square-meter apartments outright.

Three months later, he can't even afford the down payment.

Ugh, if I keep thinking about it, I'll pee my eyes.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Muqing frowned slightly: "Just choose what you're told. Why make such a fuss? Consider it something you owe me first."

"Oh, then I'll have white or purple."

Zhang Hong made his choice.

He wore a white suit because he had watched "The Narcissistic Cop".

The purple suit, of course, is because of JOKER.

However, as a Joker enthusiast, Zhang Hong believes that a dead Joker is a good Joker.

If such a person exists in real life, it's best to stay far away from them, or even better, just kill them.

Miss Lin grew increasingly disgusted: "Wearing such an eye-catching suit to an awards ceremony, where did you come from, you peacock? Or are you trying to find a few more actresses to discuss scripts with in a hotel bedroom that night?"

Zhang Hong exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? There's such a good thing?"

Lin Muqing's face darkened, and she tossed him a set of fine clothes: "Go, change into these."

"Okay!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Hong came out of the fitting room: "How was it?"

Lin Muqing's eyes lit up.

She was truly amazed.

Zhang Hong is a contestant who excels in temperament, physique, and appearance.

If a person's overall score is 100, then Zhang Hong is guaranteed at least 95.

However, he only has 85 points now.

The fifteen points deducted were for physique and demeanor.

What Lin Muqing hated most was that Zhang Hong had absolutely no interest in this area.

He doesn't control his physique or exercise. Although he doesn't have a "spare tire," he also doesn't have a six-pack or eight-pack; he only has one abs!

So does one's temperament.

He dresses however he feels comfortable, without ever considering how he should dress.

He doesn't pay attention to his demeanor, and when chatting with acquaintances, he often uses words like "damn" when he gets excited.

This was something Lin Muqing could not tolerate.

You're clearly an artsy person, so why are you being so un-artistic?

But now, everything is different.

Zhang Hong was wearing a black, ornate robe with barely visible rusty cloud patterns.

The entire outfit features a fitted waist and sleeveless design, which perfectly suits Zhang Hong's broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs, capturing the essence of the outfit.

Yes, the score can go back to above 93.

Zhang Hong was quite satisfied: "Then let's go with this one. There's really no need for anything custom-made."

He didn't refuse because Lin Muqing said it was owed to him first.

That's why I didn't want to order a custom-made one.

It's just clothes; in his opinion, he probably wouldn't wear such high-end formal wear more than a few times.

He can accept a ready-made garment costing tens of thousands of yuan.

He couldn't accept spending six figures on a custom-made item only to wear it a few times.

Lin Muqing ignored him and turned to the boss, saying, "In addition to this suit, please order three more: a light gray couture suit, a cream-colored suit, and a dark blue suit."

The boss, who had received a huge sum of money, showed no restraint whatsoever: "Don't worry about it!"

Zhang Hong's face darkened: "Is everything alright now? If not, I'd like to go back."

"It's still early." Lin Muqing revealed a devilish smile. "There's also the matching tie, watch, shoes, and accessories. You're not going back to the hotel until everything is sorted out today."

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!

Zhang Hong: "..."

Therefore, what he hates most is going shopping with women.

............

A few days later, in a Hongqi car on their way to the CCTV building, Liu Yishou looked at Zhang Hong, who was yawning beside him, and said earnestly, "Xiao Hong, young people need to be more restrained. I know your agent is beautiful and has a great figure, but you can't take advantage of your youth and do whatever you want. Be careful that your health doesn't collapse when you get older."

He doesn't try to persuade Zhang Hong much anymore.

After spending these past few months together, he discovered that Zhang Hong had not been having any illicit relationships.

Moreover, Lin Muqing is not the kind of bloodsucking vase or a skinny woman; she is a good girl from a wealthy family.

Furthermore, this girl is incredibly capable at work, managing everything meticulously while secretly helping Zhang Hong solve many problems.

But he still wants to try to persuade the child.

When I came to pick up Zhang Hong today, I gave him a fright.

He looked exhausted and had dark circles under his eyes, while Lin Muqing next to him was radiant!

Upon further inquiry, it was discovered that although the two had booked two rooms at the hotel, they hadn't been back much in the past few days!

What, hotels are no longer enough for you, and you need to go outside to find a love hotel to solve this problem?

Zhang Hong's eye twitched: "Uncle Liu, you have no idea how I've gotten through these past few days..."

He's had a really tough time these past few days!

I don't know if buying clothes that day sparked the interest of that guy with long, straight black hair, but these past few days he's been dragged around everywhere.

He bought watches, shoes, and all sorts of accessories, and even several pairs of high-end glasses!

Still just non-prescription glasses!

According to Lin Muqing, these are all accessories that are meant to be paired with clothing to enhance one's temperament.

What kind of decorations does a grown man like him need?

And that broken watch!

Zhang Hong committed suicide to prove his innocence, which forced Lin Muqing to replace his Patek Philippe with a Rolex.

The designation has also changed from a seven-digit number to a six-digit number starting with two.

Zhang Hong couldn't understand it. He could just use a mobile phone to tell the time, so why buy this broken watch?

Are you trying to show off?

Surprisingly, Lin Muqing readily admitted it.

Yes, it's all about showing off.

But it can't be that direct; this is called decoration, a decorative item that reflects the owner's taste.

According to Zhang Hong, this is an "intelligence tax" levied by capital to exploit the intelligence of ordinary people.

For example, diamonds are also a type of "stupidity tax".

Unfortunately, you can't fight city hall.

Actually, he wasn't tired; Zhang Hong was mainly worried about his future wallet.

This is a seven-figure debt... how am I going to pay it back?

I've already paid off the debt for my house!

Fortunately, Liu Yishou saved him.

Lin Muqing stayed at the hotel to handle other matters and didn't come along, otherwise she probably would have found fault with him in various ways on the spot.

Liu Yishou seemed to have misunderstood.

His expression was peculiar: "So it was her request? Looks like you two will be getting married soon too."

He clicked his tongue, as if he had thought of something bad: "Let me tell you, every time I come home, my legs start shaking as soon as your aunt closes the door. I knew then that I wouldn't be able to escape tonight."

He patted Zhang Hong on the shoulder with an air of knowing what he'd been through, as if he'd found a kindred spirit.

Zhang Hong sighed: "Uncle Liu, I don't know what you're thinking, but it's definitely not a good thing."

During our casual conversation, the car pulled up in front of the CCTV building.

A red carpet had already been laid out, and outside the police lines on both sides of the carpet, there were flashing lights and reporters everywhere.

This year's Feitian Awards were held in a large studio in the CCTV building.

Liu Yishou opened the car door, turned around and smiled, "Ready?"

Zhang Hong took a breath and shrugged: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. You're the main character this time, Uncle Liu."

He pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He squinted slightly in the face of the blinding flashlight.

Is this what award ceremonies in the film and television industry are like?

Facing the spotlight and the clamor of the media, Zhang Hong strode onto the red carpet.

P.S.: Take a good rest and see if there's a chance for a big update, and also get back into the swing of things.

♂_♂

I like it, I'm really good at it, I'm really good at it.