A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

"How many?"

The sales assistant repeated: "186,000."

Lu Yuan looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

"Can it automatically feed the cat, or can it get up at night to scoop the litter box?"

Su Qinghan almost burst out laughing.

Lu Yuan began to do the math: "186,000. At the price of the imported cat food Lao Liu is currently eating, which costs 380 yuan a bag, we can buy 489 bags."

"With the promotional discounts, it'll be at least 500 bags. What does 500 bags mean? It means you can eat it from now until..."

"Shut up."

Su Qinghan took out a black card from her bag and handed it over.

"Swipe your card."

Lu Yuan looked at her and said, "Director Su, impulsive spending is not advisable."

"Investment in studio furnishings".

"Investment return cycle?"

"At the dinner party the day after tomorrow, if you don't mention cat food much, that will be the biggest reward."

The sales assistant took the black card and gently tapped it against the machine.

On one hand, a female director spends six figures without batting an eye, while on the other hand, a top-tier handsome guy is preoccupied with calculating the cost of cat food.

What's even more outrageous is that the man actually found it worth the price after putting it on.

Card swipe successful.

"Director Su, we will arrange for someone to iron and pack the clothes. This outfit suits Mr. Lu very well."

Lu Yuan was still heartbroken, "186,000."

Su Qinghan put the card back in her bag. "If you eat two fewer packs of spicy snacks tonight, you'll feel a little better."

"That's different. Spicy strips are a spiritual anchor."

"This outfit too."

"It anchors my pain."

Su Qinghan finally smiled.

She picked up her clothes and walked out, with Lu Yuan following beside her, muttering to himself all the way from the store to the elevator.

"186,000 yuan, how many kilograms of pork ribs can you buy?"

"The dinner party the day after tomorrow costs 8,000 yuan per person."

"Then I must eat more."

"If you dare to pack up leftovers at the dinner table, I'll send you to film period dramas."

Lu Yuan remained silent for two seconds.

"Actors still need to have a sense of boundaries."

The elevator doors closed.

In the mirror, Su Qinghan stood beside him.

Lu Yuan put his old windbreaker back on, clutching the 186,000 yuan outfit in his arms, his expression as if he were facing a family financial crisis.

Looking at the two people in the mirror, Su Qinghan suddenly felt that the dinner party the day after tomorrow wasn't so bad after all.

At least, she had already put the first layer of armor on this man.

As for Lu Yuan, he only wants to confirm one thing right now.

Can I order bluefin tuna to go with my Michelin three-star restaurant?

......

Two days later, in the evening.

Lu Yuan stood at the door, looking down as he adjusted his cufflinks.

Wearing a dark gray bespoke suit, the relaxed demeanor of bargaining at the market is pressed into the shoulder and waist lines by the tailoring, leaving only an aura that makes it difficult to negotiate a price.

The sixth brother squatted on the shoe cabinet, tilting his head to look at him.

Lu Yuan patted its head.

"Keep an eye on the house."

Sixth Brother: "Meow."

"Don't rummage through the trash cans, don't open packages, and don't treat water dispensers like fishponds."

The sixth brother flicked his tail, his attitude unclear.

Lu Yuan picked up his phone and glanced at the dinner address that Su Qinghan had sent him.

He put his phone in his pocket, and before leaving, he turned back and added another sentence.

"Your dad's going out for a big meal tonight."

The sixth brother licked his paws.

Lu Yuan earnestly instructed, "If we can pack up the bluefin tuna, I'll let you smell it when we get back."

The sixth brother finally looked up.

The door closed.

In the stairwell, the male protagonist, dressed in haute couture, descended the old cement steps with steady strides. The only incongruous thing was that he was carrying a folded eco-friendly bag.

When Su Qinghan sees this, she will probably send him to retrain his sense of boundaries as an actor.

-

At the same time.

Downtown, a top-notch photography studio.

The flashes went off one after another.

Against a white backdrop, Lin Wanwan wore a gown from a high-end jewelry brand, showcasing her slender neck, delicate collarbones, and earrings that shimmered with a cool light under the lamp.

Her face is perfect for the camera. Pure, innocent, and naive.

The photographer kept pressing the shutter button until his voice became hoarse.

"Wanwan, look here."

"Yes, a little softer."

"Great! This one's on the cover!"

The brand representatives next to them were watching the monitor and exchanging whispers.

"This face is truly a gift from God."

"The team didn't waste their money buying the title of 'Nation's First Love'."

"I have to admit, when the camera zooms in, he definitely has audience appeal."

Lin Wanwan stood in the light, turning her head, lowering her eyes, and raising her hand as instructed, her smile perfectly timed.

Until the director yelled "Cut!"

Once the lights in the studio were turned off, the fatigue in his eyes became apparent. It was the exhaustion from long-term lack of sleep, insufficient food, and the need to maintain a perfect state.

Assistant Xiao Ju ran up with a down jacket, quickly draped it over her shoulders, and handed her warm water.

"Sister Wanwan, have a drink. The air conditioning is set too low today."

Lin Wanwan took the cup and warmed her fingers against the inside of the cup.

"Thanks."

Xiao Ju lowered her voice: "You can rest after this shoot. Didn't Sister Hong say this morning that there were no schedules tonight? I ordered some porridge for you, and the glutinous rice lotus root you wanted to eat."

Lin Wanwan smiled.

She is 21 years old this year and has just become a sensation with a hit historical drama.

In the drama, she plays a princess of a fallen kingdom. Her crying scenes and her captivating glances became hits, and even a leaked photo of her looking down and eating a steamed bun was edited by fans into a "first love" moment.

He has over 10 million followers on Weibo.

Brands are vying for her, platforms are competing for her, and marketing accounts are constantly using her and other young actresses in spreadsheets.

Industry insiders say she's lucky.

Only Lin Wanwan herself knew that sudden fame was like a car out of control, and she was strapped to the passenger seat, unable to even find the brakes.

She was naturally introverted.

She prefers to study scripts in her hotel room or watch old movies with a hot water bottle to red carpet events and banquets.

But the world of fame and fortune never asks whether people want to or not.

Footsteps came from behind.

Sister Hong entered the studio in her high heels. "Wanwan, let's go."

Lin Wanwan looked up: "Wasn't it over?"

"The plan has been changed."

Sister Hong didn't give her a chance to ask any more questions and led her out directly.

Xiao Ju followed, carrying a thermos: "Sister Hong, Sister Wanwan has been filming for twelve hours today, and she hasn't had dinner yet—"

Sister Hong turned around and glanced at her.

Xiao Ju swallowed the second half of the sentence.

A private nanny van was parked in the underground passage.

The car door closed, separating the staff and the flashing lights outside.

There were only three people left in the carriage.

Sister Hong sat opposite her, placing her tablet on her lap.

"Tonight's rest is canceled. I'm going back to the company to get my hair and makeup done again. I'll leave at 7:30."

Lin Wanwan held the warm water cup.

"Where to?"

"Dinner party."

The car fell silent as soon as those two words were uttered.

Lin Wanwan looked up: "Sister Hong, I've said before, I don't attend social events."

Sister Hong chuckled, "You think I want to take you? Figure out what kind of party it is tonight before you refuse."

Hongjie turned on the tablet, and a project document appeared on the screen.

The Faceless Ones.

A top-rated suspense blockbuster of the year on video platforms.

The platform is under the main control of the company, with top investors joining forces, a separate budget allocated for publicity and distribution, and a bet on both cinema and streaming channels.

Sister Hong pushed the documents over.

"Tonight is a closed-door meeting with key investors. The platform's vice president, executive producer, director, and screenwriter will all be present."

"If you go, you have a chance to get the lead role and a spot in the platform's annual strategic promotion for next year."