Chapter 407: The Taste of the Rich Is Hard to Understand

Dingdong~

Dingdong~

Dingdong~

"Senior, who sent you so many messages? Is there an emergency?" Doudu, busy with her hands, asked curiously.

Bai Liang leaned back in his fully reclined gaming chair and said, "No emergency, just spam messages."

Doudu wondered if today's scammers even had KPIs for this kind of harassment.

Clearly, she wasn't the type who could multitask.

With her distraction, her movements slipped slightly, making Bai Liang grimace.

"Sorry," Miss hurriedly apologized.

But Bai Liang didn't blame her; instead, he said, "Why don't you satisfy your curiosity first, then continue? My phone has no password."

Hearing this, Doudu actually went to wash her hands first. There was no choice—she always used both hands.

Then she picked up Bai Liang's phone, and since there was no password, she directly opened WeChat.

A sea of red dots—enough to trigger anyone's OCD.

Doudu carefully noticed that Bai Liang hadn't changed the nicknames for any of these message senders.

For a moment, she couldn't tell who they were.

Of course, nicknames weren't even needed—almost all of them were sending their own photos.

Some were slightly familiar, others completely unknown.

But a few were extremely familiar!

Yet they all shared one trait: enthusiasm.

Doudu strangely found that the two she recognized best had the most "normal" greetings.

While the ones she didn't know at all sent things that were...

"Oh my god!"

Hearing this exclamation, Bai Liang wasn't surprised at all—as if he'd expected this exact reaction.

"Well? Opened your eyes yet?"

"They're way too extreme," Doudu couldn't help complaining, tossing Bai Liang's phone onto the sofa and refusing to look again.

The photos were as revealing as domestic self-shoots.

Those who knew understood it was a greeting; those who didn't might think it was a sales pitch.

Bai Liang: It's literally a sales pitch~

Honestly, he suspected some of them might've been people Li Xin had once contacted—maybe they did this kind of work.

Of course, most of them were part-timers.

They usually had other jobs—like models, B-list actors, or minor internet influencers.

But such cases were relatively rare, since top-tier stars who liked takeout like Li Xin were few and far between.

"It's normal. When I was a male model, I saw far more direct and blunt stuff—this is actually conservative. At least they didn't take everything off, right?"

"Senior, you've really seen it all," Doudu said lightly.

Actually, she'd originally planned to lay it all out today.

After all, with everything like this, her science-minded logic told her she could just draw a conclusion.

But seeing this now, it instantly doused some of her inner thoughts.

She felt she might not be able to handle it—she even needed both hands now.

In plain terms, Doudu felt a bit insecure.

So she swallowed all her plans to confess, and told herself not to daydream—wanting everything was unrealistic.

Just landing the female lead role was already lucky; to further dream of confessing and becoming his girlfriend felt downright ungrateful.

Even if their current relationship had grown slightly odd, and even though her two hands were working overtime, Li Xin's visit earlier had shown her that this meant nothing—even in intimacy, she couldn't match him.

As for what to do next? She didn't know.

Just keep busy for now~

At least in this movie, she was his female lead—senior belonged only to her.

But after thinking about the photos she'd just seen, Doudu wondered if she could make senior more comfortable.

After some hesitation, she stopped what she was doing and slowly leaned her face closer.

"Senior, I want to learn something new. Can you teach me?"

Bai Liang: For students eager to learn and improve, he naturally gave everything he had~—

These past two days, the most frequent harassers of Bai Liang were still actresses within the industry—they were also the easiest to get his WeChat and phone number.

But they weren't so blunt; they all expressed things like wanting to get to know him or seeking collaboration.

Some even came with projects, their words carrying only subtle hints.

You'd barely notice unless you looked closely.

Probably worried Bai Liang didn't play nice and would screenshot them and leak scandalous material.

How to put it? The Bai family had become a "wealthy clan."

After all, Bai's mother invested in films, animation studios—beyond just making money, it naturally sparked speculation.

Online, people were already letting their imaginations run wild, spinning stories.

In the old entertainment circle, female stars really did have a trend of marrying into wealthy families.

Many actresses seemed to see this as their ultimate goal.

But over the years, as celebrity incomes have grown higher, this trend has seemingly faded.

Didn't Fan Fan Bingbing once even shout, "I am a豪门"?

Yet although the trend has changed, when a six-sided monster like Bai Liang appeared, those who couldn't resist still couldn't resist.

Even though Bai Liang clearly has overwhelming competitiveness, those two new Jiang sisters keep "battling" online every day.

But who can say for sure about rising to the top~

This kind of thing isn't about who shouts loudest—it's about trying. Try it, what's the harm?

The tastes of the rich are hard to predict.

As for these "harassment messages," Bai Liang did politely and simply decline them afterward.

After all, these contestants were "lucky ones"—once he sensed something off, he changed his WeChat status to "not addable."

Those who added him before that? They were just lucky.

Then, he caught the "mastermind."

The one who leaked his information the most? It turned out to be that idiot Meng Jie—when people asked her for Bai Liang's contact and WeChat, this girl actually gave it to them.

But Bai Liang didn't need to reprimand her, because at this very moment, Meng Jie was being beaten up in her little group chat.

Li Yitong: "Meng Jie, are you crazy? Just because someone says a few nice words, you hand out the public fox's contact info?"

Meng Jie: "They kept asking."

Li Xin: "You gave it just because they kept asking?"

Meng Jie: "They said they had a project to collaborate with him—I thought it was legitimate, so I quickly sent his WeChat card. Then I realized something was off, so I stopped."

Jin Cheng: "I'm curious—how many people did you give it to before you realized something was off?"

After a half-minute silence, Meng Jie replied: "The sixth one."

There's no help for it—she loves making friends with all kinds of little sisters. When they spoke so seriously, she naturally believed them.

At first, she never imagined these people were after her little hedgehog's body~

Oh no, not just after the little hedgehog—they were also "coveting" Bai's mom.

But after being beaten up, she fought back: "Didn't you give it either?"

The answer was unanimous: No!

Who else in this circle wouldn't instantly see through these seductive, trashy women?

Coincidentally, while filming "The Amazing Girls," Li Yitong and Jin Cheng just ran into another girl who wanted Bai Liang's contact info.

The girl didn't jump straight to the point—instead, she chatted with them for a while first.

At first, Li Yitong and Jin Cheng didn't sense anything odd, because this girl had been very friendly to them these past few days, and they'd gotten along well.

Then, after chatting awhile, she felt the groundwork was laid and said she was a fan of Bai Liang, admired him deeply, and asked if they could pass along his WeChat or phone number.

Oh my god!

Sister, after two days of flattery, was that all you were after?

Li Yitong gritted her teeth—was this damn public fox now launching wide-area AoE "seduction"?

Then she and Jin Cheng expertly performed a double act.

They said, "Oh? You're his fan too? What a coincidence—we are too!"

After a few polite pleasantries, they immediately claimed they weren't close to Bai Liang at all and didn't have his contact info.

In fact, Bai Liang's WeChat was now unaddable—no matter what you sent, the request wouldn't even go through.

But yesterday they'd met someone with an especially thick skin who said, "Just send your WeChat number to Bai Liang—yes, have Bai Liang add you."

So Li Yitong and Jin Cheng had no choice but to "draw a clear line" with Bai Liang, insisting they really weren't close.

Whether the girl believed them—that two people who'd collaborated twice and one who'd collaborated three times had no contact info—wasn't their concern anymore.

Believe it or not.

After finally getting rid of her, Li Yitong couldn't help sighing: "Everyone's gone mad."

But Jin Cheng didn't agree—instead, she teased: "Tongtong, be honest—have you contacted him these past few days?"

"Huh?"

"He's worth tens of billions, and his family seems incredibly powerful too… don't you want to marry him?"

That one sentence made Li Yitong feel guilty.

She hadn't harassed Bai Liang these past few days—her contact frequency was normal, acting as if she wasn't moved by his "tiny fortune," claiming she wasn't the type who cared about money~

But secretly, she couldn't help chatting with Bai's mom every day—her chat intensity far exceeded normal levels.

She was just one step away from shamelessly calling her "mother-in-law."

Mother-in-law, I don't want to work anymore!

"Wanting won't help—look how popular he is now. How easy do you think it is?"

In front of Jin Cheng, Li Yitong didn't pretend—she admitted it outright.

Though she still looked young and fresh, she was fast approaching thirty, her family was pressuring her, and it was impossible to have zero thoughts about it.

The problem was, anyone she liked, others liked too.

And Bai Liang's competition? It was beyond ridiculous!

Harder than Guan Yu passing five passes and slaying six generals.

"Let me tell you a ghost story—my family has always wanted me to find someone in the system."

Before Li Yitong finished speaking, Jin Cheng immediately replied, "Funny—I'm the same."

The two Shandong girls exchanged glances—they understood each other's families perfectly.

Just like Li Xin's home province's obsession with the system, their families' fixation on it was unmatched elsewhere.

"Guess what? Yesterday, my mom saw some marketing account's post about me and the public fox's 'bone-related CP.' Then she looked up his info and told me: 'Bai Liang is acceptable.'"

Li Yitong spread her hands out, incredulous.

Jin Cheng looked astonished, "Your mom has such high standards? He's just… capable?"

"Bullshit! It's only him who's capable—she keeps saying everyone else in the industry isn't as good as those in the system. She doesn't like any of my on-screen couples."

That's some serious prestige!

After venting and changing the subject, Li Yitong immediately fired back: "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Have you approached him yet?"

Jin Cheng wore a look of complete confidence: "I did. I turned into a total lapdog and told him I'd be his third wife and take care of his wife during postpartum."

Awesome! No wonder you're Jin Da Xi!

Li Yitong couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up, praising her best friend's audacity and style wholeheartedly.

She asked curiously: "So what did he say?"

Jin Cheng scratched her head: "That bastard said even as a third wife, I'm not first in line—I've got to wait my turn."

"Hahaha, he's teasing you~ Who told you to say such nonsense?" Li Yitong laughed, covering her mouth.

Nonsense?

Jin Cheng grinned. "Sis, you go for it. When you finally land him, remember to pick me to take care of your postpartum—so I don't have to wait in line."

"I'm in line too," Li Yitong sighed, cradling her cheeks with both hands.

Though she constantly argued with Meng Jie in the group, she always felt Meng Jie had the best chance of succeeding—and her mom even seemed to know Bai Liang well.

Meng Jie: You probably won't believe this, but I almost got him outright—otherwise, where would you all be?

As for now~

Meng Jie was still fiercely arguing with Li Xin and the others in the group, insisting she wasn't stupid—she just momentarily failed to see through those "bad women's" schemes.

She's smart!

But these past two days, her mom, Sister Qian Jie, had been relentlessly nagging her: If you don't act now, it'll be too late!

So far, she hadn't dared to confess honestly to Sister Qian Jie; she'd even wanted to brag, thinking she just had to nod and she'd be married off~

Good thing she didn't say it!

Now she was too scared to say anything—she even feared her beloved Sister Qian Jie would drag her home and beat her once she found out.

Sometimes, maternal love just vanishes.

—

Amid this bizarre yet wildly popular discussion, Ne Zha easily surpassed three billion and raced relentlessly toward four billion at the box office.

Media predictions suggested this film might become the third to break the six-billion ceiling, marking a major boom in this year's movie market!

Two films exceeding six billion in one year! One sci-fi, one animated!

Add to that the patriotic war film Wolf Warrior 2—absolute百花齐放, naturally drawing even more capital into the movie industry.

Of course, all these insiders only talked about the market, constantly mentioning "total box office," as if trying to downplay Ne Zha's presence.

Huang Xiaoming: You guys really manage to suppress him! I'm about to be crushed to death.

Without doubt, The Fire Fighters was the film most crushed by Ne Zha.

When it initially held its ground against Ne Zha's opening day and earned over a hundred million, Bona had boldly claimed a two-billion target.

But now, Ne Zha's momentum kept growing, making them increasingly unable to hold out.

Maoyan's box office forecast for The Fire Fighters had dropped from an initial fifteen billion to just ten billion.

Facing the impact of a phenomenon-level film, The Fire Fighters was barely standing—using up all its strength.

Of course, this also had to do with reputation contrast.

On one side, the film; on the other, the lead actor.

Not long ago, Huang Xiaoming had created the iconic moment: "Don't care about your opinion—only mine."

Very boss-like, but the greasy vibe was way over the top.

He was mocked and ridiculed by netizens everywhere.

To make matters worse, some bastard started a trend, tying Bai Liang and Ne Zha together—resulting in Huang Xiaoming being dragged out and compared directly to Bai Liang.

Huang Xiaoming, in his forties, had spent years in the industry through countless ups and downs—he'd almost grown used to it.

But he never imagined one day he'd be compared to a younger generation.

Honestly, just putting them side by side, he'd already lost.

But what hurt most was he hadn't even been compared yet.

After the young top idols were each personally "named" and beaten down by Bai Liang, the first mid-career "top idol" victim emerged.

It was somewhat historic—Bai Liang had finally stopped bullying his peers and extended his "evil hand" toward the seniors.

Some laughed; others looked in the mirror.

Wu Jing looked deeply troubled—he still remembered that damn documentary by Bai Liang.

Why do I feel I'm next?

—

Three chapters, sixteen thousand words. Mwah.

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