Chapter 278: On the Correct Way of External Output: Zhou Yi

"Come to think of it, your accent doesn't sound like an Irishman's."

"Your English doesn't sound like the Chinese I remember either; I've seen interviews and movies with Jackie Chan and Jet Li."

Kelly Brook walked to the bar, placed the champagne on the carefully arranged bar counter with her right hand, brushed her waist with her left, lifted her hips slightly, and sat on the high stool, smiling as she said, "Their accents are all very obvious."

"Although I think it's because my studies are quite impressive, I still need to correct you on one point: Jet is American now."

After taking a careful look at the woman before him, Zhou Yi, having roughly identified her, turned to face the banquet hall, rested his single bent elbow on the bar counter, casually observed the people in the hall, and said in a relaxed tone.

Kelly Brook, former girlfriend of British actor Jason Statham;

The first Premier League football beauty queen a year later, nicknamed England's first 'Breast Goddess', hailed as the most sexy female star in Britain in 50 years, and a regular on the world's top 100 sexy female stars list during her peak in looks and figure.

Just from these three labels alone, one can see why this woman would become famous later.

Of course, compared to American actress Scarlett Johansson, who would also become world-famous for her sexiness more than a year later, Kelly Brook's acting skills were somewhat crushed, which is also the reason she couldn't produce even a single representative work.

"It seems I need to update my knowledge base. After all, for someone in the entertainment industry, I don't want to say the wrong thing in front of the media later."

"So, I might not be a good teacher."

Hearing the woman speak so directly, Zhou Yi chuckled lightly; he didn't agree, but he didn't deny it either.

Kelly Brook took it quite lightly: "What a coincidence, I'm not a good student either, after all, I'm not a local of Gao Wei."

"Is that so? That's a pity. I was thinking of asking you, a local, to introduce some interesting spots."

"Your tone doesn't sound like pity at all."

"My fault. Why don't you teach me what tone 'pity' should sound like?"

"Of course, I'd be delighted, if you're willing."

Zhou Yi, completely unconcerned about cameras, even had the interest to openly stroll around with Kelly Brook, who was chatting happily with him, putting his arm around her, to the point where the Sun reporter who had been secretly following them started to wonder in his heart—

What's wrong with this guy?

How can he stalk someone so openly?

Especially when he saw that after the event ended, Kelly actually got into Zhou Yi's car and drove straight to a music bar, looking like she was preparing to continue the party, his confusion grew even deeper.

Really not hiding it?

Just as he was about to turn around and drive to follow them, three tall, burly white men surrounded him immediately, each wearing sunglasses, arms crossed over their chests, staring at him with an imposing, unsmiling demeanor.

Sun Reporter: "..."

Oh no! The camera isn't safe!

"You can't do this! This is illegal! This is my private property!"

"You're talking about private property in the UK? That's the biggest joke."

After casually tossing a stack of money onto the dog-like reporter who had fought to the end and was now cowering on the ground, the bodyguards straightened their slightly wrinkled custom suits, left a heart-stabbing remark, and drove off to catch up with the main group.

From start to finish, Zhou Yi didn't even look at him once. In fact, Zhou Yi might not even have known he was being filmed.

"..."

Fuck!

Feeling deeply humiliated, the Sun Reporter clenched his fist and slammed it onto the ground, gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and called his boss: "Mr. Jackson, I got caught up in a local Irish gang fight, the camera was snatched by the other side, requesting reimbursement."

"Hmm? What about the film? The camera's film?"

"..." Can't get it back; they had guns."

"Useless! Minimum reimbursement."

The boss cursed and hung up the phone, then sat in his office, made a big stroke with his pen, and wrote himself a full reimbursement bill.

Don't ask; if you ask, it's mental damage compensation for taking a call late at night.

Unaware of the drama that would follow, Zhou Yi had a very good time with Kelly Brook that night—

Except, to Kelly Brook's surprise, Zhou Yi, who was chatting happily with her, didn't touch her; instead, after getting slightly tipsy, he sent her home.

Hmm... sent her home.

—?!

Her best friend, having heard the story, looked incredulous: "You rejected him? Or is he gay?"

"I don't know, but I can confirm he's not gay."

Kelly Brook herself was somewhat incredulous; she could clearly see that Zhou Yi was interested in her. She had gone drinking with him late at night, which was equivalent to tacitly agreeing to what would happen next.

"Is he pretending to be a gentleman?"

The next day, Kelly, who was still puzzled and also feeling a bit competitive, proactively contacted Zhou Yi and arranged to go out and play together.

Later, Zhou Yi even went to Dublin, the capital of Ireland, under her guidance, and spent a huge amount of money on Grafton Street, which was famous for its reputation.

Kelly, who had been in the industry for three years and couldn't bear to come here to clear her shopping cart, felt the exclusive luxury of a big star for the first time.

For some reason, Zhou Yi's unique thoughtfulness and meticulous care even made her truly feel the illusion that she was in a relationship with him.

Thoughtful, wealthy, and famous.

If at first Kelly only wanted to get close to Zhou Yi to try and get a role, then under Zhou Yi's performance of chatting happily with her shortly after they met, she admitted she was a bit lost.

She didn't understand, didn't understand why Zhou Yi, having just met her for the first time, could be so thoughtful yet not touch her.

But regardless, judging from recent behavior, Zhou Yi was definitely the most thoughtful good man she had ever seen, bar none.

Jason Statham, who had always wanted her to get back together with him, was immediately thrown into the ninth heaven at this moment.

"Hey! Spike! If you miss this one again, you might as well leave this Premier League beauty beside you to work for us."

Grafton Street, inside a certain bar.

Zhou Yi, who was blowing on his darts, was mocked by the owner for his aim.

During the few days playing in Dublin, Zhou Yi, who often came here at night, had gotten to know the people thanks to his easygoing, friendly personality.

"I can't make that decision. Besides, she has her own career. What good work does this shabby tavern have? I could buy you in minutes, believe it or not."

Zhou Yi disdainfully curled his lips, then closed one eye to aim, counted three, two, one in his mind, and threw it with a flick!

……………………………………

"Crack!"

In the capital, on the bar street, inside the Ye Hai Bar.

A red arrow hit the bullseye with precision, drawing cheers from many inside the bar—

"Boss lady, impressive!"

"Only the boss lady could pull that off. Pity Zhou Yi isn't here; it would be more satisfying to bully his third-rate kung fu."

"He's already famous overseas now, an international superstar. Don't run your mouth so loose all day."

After taking a sip of wine, the boss lady of Ye Hai Bar, Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan, laughed and scolded, "Otherwise, watch out for a legal warning letter from Warner."

Everyone present had witnessed Zhou Yi's meteoric rise to some extent and had beaten him at various pastimes; why would they fear this? They joked and laughed before turning the conversation to Zhou Yi's recent suspected activities abroad "bringing glory to the nation"—

According to rumors and reports, Zhou Yi is currently having a blast overseas every day, even starting a romantic fling with a Premier League footballer's girlfriend, living like an Emperor in Ireland every single day.

Photos surfaced on Sina, NetEase, and Tencent websites showing that Premier League footballer's girlfriend in a bikini embracing Zhou Yi by the seaside. Her figure was simply explosive, causing many of Zhou Yi's fans to exclaim that he was "bringing glory to the nation."

"It really is Zhou Yi."

"That guy really can't stay quiet anywhere he goes."

"I wonder if Zhou Yi will attend this year's Golden Melody Awards. It's already the 18th, only two days until it starts. I just don't know why this year's awards are so late."

"Indeed. This year's awards didn't open on the 4th but chose the 21st. Could it be waiting for Zhou Yi to return?"

"How is that possible? No matter how strong Zhou Yi is, the Golden Melody Awards wouldn't delay just for him alone."

"Boss lady, do you have inside information?"

Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan, who knew a little about the inside story, turned elegantly and left: "Do you think I'm a god who knows everything? If I were that powerful, I'd have bought tickets for this year's World Cup immediately."

In fact, judging by her information channels, it was likely because the Golden Melody Awards committee had been arguing incessantly over the final award distribution internally, unable to reach a decision for a long time, causing repeated delays.

There was no way around it; Zhou Yi's performance last year was too dominant. It was the first time a Chinese-language singer had achieved success abroad, riding that momentum to skyrocket in popularity to an unassailable level with no rivals.

This put the Golden Melody Awards committee in a very difficult position.

They were now very regretful, extremely regretful—initially, they shouldn't have agreed to let Zhou Yi participate in the awards, which would have prevented the current situation.

"Sister Xiao Yan, Sister Xiao Yan, wait, wait."

Just as Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan was about to leave, Huang Bo, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, stood at the door waving at her, his face full of sincere smiles: "Sister Xiao Yan, thank you for your care over this period."

"If you pass this exam, study hard in the future, learn more things. Look at Zhou Yi; he studies well, has normal values, and isn't afraid wherever he goes."

Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan took the thick envelope Huang Bo handed her, weighed it in her hand, and looked at Huang Bo in surprise: "Not bad, you. You can afford so much money now?"

"Heh, isn't that all thanks to Zhou Yi?"

For Zhou Yi, who had helped him during his low point without asking for any return, Huang Bo respected him from the bottom of his heart: "I'm almost becoming a typecast actor in the MV industry now. With this back-and-forth, I've saved enough money to fully prepare for the exam."

"You at least remember the one who dug the well when you drink the water, knowing to come back and thank me. You're better than that unreliable Zhou Yi."

Casually stuffing the heavy envelope into her handbag, Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan muttered a remark. Huang Bo couldn't quite respond, so he just stood there and smiled: "Zhou Yi is just busy, a big star, an international big star after all."

Zhou Yi was the darling of the entire bar street; only someone like Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan, who knew Zhou Yi from his humble beginnings, could say such things.

"Busy my foot. I know him well; he's probably buried in some woman's arms again, not afraid of ending up like Bruce Lee later." Zhuo Sister Xiao Yan, now in her thirties, shook her head and walked out of the Ye Hai Bar door with Huang Bo's gift of gratitude.

Zhou Yi will hold his first personal concert in the capital in July. These old friends were privately discussing whether to organize a surprise for this younger brother, about ten years their junior.

Since she didn't really care about Huang Bo's small amount of money, she might as well throw it all in together.

It would also be a true farewell to Zhou Yi.

The youth who had entered the bar street with nothing at the start had truly grown into a big star.

Watching the boss lady leave, Huang Bo marveled inwardly: How did Zhou Yi do it?

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"What do you mean 'how did he do it'? I don't understand what you're talking about."

May 19, UK, London.

Benefiting from her proud figure and the fame of new actor Jason Statham, Kelly, who had just experienced a romantic holiday with Zhou Yi, shook her head with a smile when stopped by some reporters: "Spike is the most considerate man I have ever seen in this world. He fulfilled all my fantasies about men."

"Do you mean you abandoned Jason Statham and turned to Spike's embrace?"

"What? No, no, no. I didn't abandon Jason; he cheated, so I chose to break up with him."

Kelly emphasized the sequence of events. When mentioning Zhou Yi, thinking of the song she had sung based on her own performance, a trace of lingering regret appeared on her face: "Besides, Spike and I are just good friends. There is no possibility between us, is there?

"His career is in Asia, in China. We are too far apart.

"However, I think, if I have time in the future, I should travel to China to relax. Spike's description of China fascinates me."

"..."

"..."

"???"

What the heck?!

Wait, what do you mean? You've only been with Zhou Yi for a short while; how have you been brainwashed?

You want to travel to China? Why not fly to the sky?!

While Zhou Yi, sitting on the plane, was still modifying the lyrics of "Galway Girl" in his mind, on the mainland internet, a divine summary of Zhou Yi's promotional trip became one of the highly replied "divine posts" on Tianya:

"On the Correct Method of External Output: Zhou Yi"

"The English version of 'Victory' isn't just popular domestically; it's popular abroad too. Besides the UK, other European countries are also being brainwashed by this song. This song is likely to become Zhou Yi's first globally explosive English single.

"Most importantly, the MV shattered the foreign filter of our cities being backward. Zhou Yi clearly slipped in some personal agenda, trying his best to film every city well. I like this personal agenda.

"Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Yi, while playing around, really delivers when it matters.

"This MV was used as a promotional video just moments ago, and then he tricked a Premier League footballer's girlfriend into saying she wants to travel to China in the future. Did Zhou Yi inject a huge dose of Chinese energy into her?

"..."

Once the original post appeared, Zhou Yi's fun-loving fans immediately started brainstorming wildly—

"Will this guy from now on, every time he travels abroad for a stroll, be able to coax a few female stars into coming to China for a trip?"

"Then I want the Rose from Titanic, Zhou Yi speed!"

"I'm not picky; Zhou Yi, take down Nicole Kidman and export heavily!"

"How did Zhou Yi do it? That model has such a great figure, yet he's already run away, and she actually said Zhou Yi fulfilled all her fantasies about men."

"..."

A carnival for those seeking amusement, helplessness for true fans, and lying flat for female fans.

As for the CP fans, they were long accustomed to being tormented; regarding Zhou Yi's rumors, they preferred not to see them to keep their minds clean.

Thanks to his persona of debuting in ruins, Zhou Yi's chaotic play abroad not only failed to damage his popularity but instead earned him the nickname "Number One Exporter" from busybodies.

Never mind whether the method and object of export are a bit singular; just ask yourself, is it export or not?

Sun Yanzi, who arrived in Taiwan a step ahead of Zhou Yi to prepare for this year's Golden Melody Awards, showed a distinctly strange expression when asked about this: "You're asking me about Zhou Yi's so-called export... have you forgotten that I am actually Singaporean?"

(End of this chapter)