Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: This Top Star Has Real Achievements

The next morning, right after breakfast, there was a commotion outside the door.

Isa came in person, accompanied only by two bodyguards. It was much more low-key than the grand entrance she had yesterday.

"Li, are you ready? Today I won't take you to those crowded tourist spots; I'll show you something special."

Isa pushed open the door and came in, her eyes full of anticipation.

But the expectant look in her eyes, coupled with that particular sentence, gave Li Xiang a bad feeling.

Could this little girl be a traitor to China? Or has her brain been corrupted by long-term Western education?

On the one hand, he talks about national culture in public, while on the other hand, he despises the local underclass environment, like a scheming little devil.

It was as if she was the only one who knew the truth, and she was determined to expose the other side beneath the glamorous exterior to Li Xiang.

The key point is that Li Xiang doesn't want to play this kind of game with her.

He didn't come to Mumbai to accompany this young lady to the slums and witness the lives of the underprivileged.

Quickly calculating in his mind, Li Xiang also put on his acting skills: "Really? That's great."

"You'll have to take lots of photos for me then, so my fans can see them when I post them online."

"Huh? We're going to post it online?" Isha was clearly taken aback.

"I'm a celebrity, with over 70 million fans both domestically and internationally. I keep my fans informed about my schedules."

Upon hearing this, Isa was truly speechless.

The young girl probably hadn't expected this situation to arise, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

She just wanted to show Li Xiang some different things, and never considered that these things would be posted on social media and seen by hundreds of millions of netizens.

She's not completely brainless; she naturally knows the extent of the public backlash that Li Xiang's fame and popularity, coupled with the ugly image of India, will cause.

And as the guide, she had to bear immense pressure and sacrifice.

However, it would be difficult for this pampered young lady, who had been spoiled since childhood and was used to being self-centered, to give up this idea.

"Dear Li, shall we make a promise? Could we please not take pictures in that area up ahead?"

Li Xiang pretended to be surprised, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

"The place we're going to later isn't very nice, so..."

Li Xiang quickly followed up, "So, are we still going?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl gritted her teeth and said, "Go."

Li Xiang was speechless, feeling like he had been scheming against someone who was just too stubborn.

Fortunately, the young girl also realized that restricting Li Xiang from taking photos was somewhat unreasonable, so she quickly tried to make amends.

"We'll just take a quick look over there and leave right away. Afterwards, I'll take you to a place where you can take photos freely..."

Hearing this, Li Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave Sister Zhou a look.

So when the group was about to leave, Zhou Jie found several packs of disinfectant wipes in her backpack.

The group set off in the car, and after only ten minutes, they left the clean and tidy streets.

High-rise buildings and mansions have disappeared, leaving only densely packed low shacks on both sides, with power lines tangled in the air.

Because there were no motorcycles to lead the way, the group's vehicle struggled to move after reaching this point.

At this point, Li Xiang didn't want to go any further, and he had a rough idea of ​​where Isha was going to take him.

It should be Dharavi, which is known as the face of Mumbai.

It is also the largest slum in Asia, with millions of people crammed into 2.1 square kilometers, making it the ultimate version of Kowloon Walled City.

The alarm bells in Li Xiang's mind had already begun to ring wildly, and when he looked at the girl beside him who was still talking non-stop, his eyes changed completely.

He now seriously suspects that the girl is not his fan at all, but rather an enemy who has come specifically to cause him trouble.

What kind of fan would bring their idol to visit a place like this? Aren't they afraid their idol might get some kind of virus?

The convoy moved forward slowly for another five minutes before finally being completely trapped by the congested crowds and chaotic vendors, unable to advance even an inch further.

With the mindset that "it's all the same whether I stick my neck out or not," Li Xiang just wanted to end this journey as soon as possible, so he pretended to be very interested.

"How much further? Or should we just wander around around here?"

What I was really thinking was that at least we hadn't gone too deep yet; just taking a short stroll around the outskirts would be enough to get through this so-called real Mumbai.

After looking around, Isabella realized that they couldn't drive away anytime soon, so she could only nod in agreement: "Then let's just wander around here."

Having received a reply, Li Xiang took the lead and pushed open the car door.

This one action made his stomach churn violently, and a strong urge to vomit surged up instantly.

Because he smelled an extremely concentrated and enhanced version of the scent from yesterday, which rushed into his nasal cavity and refreshed him.

You can't throw up, it would be too embarrassing if you did.

He frantically tried to mentally prepare himself, suppressing the surging nausea and maintaining composure on his face.

Although Isa frowned slightly, she didn't say anything. Instead, she focused all her attention on Li Xiang, even with a hint of mockery.

"Li, now you should understand the importance of a fresh air system, right?"

At this moment, Li Xiang was truly devastated.

Didn't you smell it? How much do you hate me to deliberately bring me to a place like this to die together!

However, all his energy was focused on suppressing his nausea, and he had no extra energy to pay attention to the little girl.

Fortunately, Sister Zhou was reliable. She quickly took out a mask from her bag, sprayed some perfume on it, and handed it to him.

The rich aroma instantly blocked out the pungent odors around me, and the nausea churning in my throat was finally relieved.

"Tell me, why did you specifically bring me here?"

As if her hidden purpose had been seen through at a glance, a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on the girl's face.

"I've never been here before, so I can only look in this direction from afar with binoculars."

"Then how come you were able to come today?"

"I told my mom that I wanted to see the filming locations of 'Slumdog Millionaire,' since it's an Oscar-winning film."

"And then your aunt agreed?"

"Mom thinks you're a guest..."

Li Xiang had already lost the strength to speak. It is said that art originates from life, but is also higher than life.

He truly realized that the pampered young lady who came here was only there out of curiosity.

"Want to continue shopping?"

"Are you feeling any better?" Isa asked, showing her concern.

This expression of concern made Li Xiang feel a little better.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of perfume through his mask, and then slowly nodded: "Much better."

"Then come with me for a walk. I've never been here before, it's almost become a thorn in my side."

"Remember, you owe me a huge favor." Li Xiang emphasized the last five words.

Isa realized that what she had done was indeed somewhat unethical, and quickly nodded, "Don't worry, don't worry."