Enganando a Indústria de Entretenimento Chinês por Trinta Anos

1996, Beijing.

Just as the harsh cold days seemed to be ending, a sudden late spring chill swept in.

Ma Xun crouched by the roadside, tightening the collar of his cotton-padded jacket.

The padding was coming loose.

This jacket was something he had recently scavenged from beside a garbage heap.

Though the cotton was escaping, at least it hadn’t been tossed into the trash pile.

If it had, not only would it be filthy, but it would carry a strange stench.

He admitted he had a touch of cleanliness obsession.

If it weren’t absolutely forced upon him, who would willingly squat by the roadside in a jacket with escaping cotton?

Ma Xun was a time traveler.

Originally, he had been a small-time director in the 21st century.

To be honest, his career had been quite a failure.

One day, after drinking, he bragged a great deal.

“I’ve worked on so many film crews, I know all the gossip in the entertainment world!”

Someone egged him on, undeterred by the trouble.

“Then why don’t you start a livestream? Like that popular gossip queen who spills secrets and sells products at the same time.”

Ma Xun replied drunkenly, “If I can’t get into any crew, I’ll just livestream myself!”

He couldn’t recall the exact details after the drinks.

He didn’t even remember whether he went home; in any case, he fell asleep.

When Ma Xun opened his eyes again...

“What the hell? Where the hell am I?”

Fortunately, as a devoted user of online communities, Ma Xun quickly realized he must have t