Chapter 2: Director System?

  The newcomer's nose was pointing towards the sky, and he stared at Zhou Shaoming, who was shocked with his mouth wide open, and burst into a fit of crazy laughter, almost laughing out tears.

  That big, frightening face was covered with bright red acne, and the two black holes under the thick nose wings that emitted hot air almost flew onto Zhou Shaoming's face. The countless yellow teeth in the wide-open mouth made people want to vomit, not to mention the nauseating bad breath that made one want to jump up.

  "What's going on? Did the fairy jump? I knew it wasn't good! Zhou Shaoming's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but stop fondling the girl in his arms. He sat up straight, wanting to jump up, but found himself completely naked from head to toe. Helpless, he sat back down, covering his sensitive areas with a blanket, and asked in a trembling voice: "H-how is this possible?"

  At this time, Zhou Shaoming suddenly realized that what he said was not Chinese, but English. It seemed as if he had passed the eighth level with ease, scaring Zhou Shaoming to cover his mouth in a hurry.

  "Dear brother, now let the lawyer tell you!" The man with black sunglasses nodded slightly, gesturing to a bespectacled man standing beside him, who sported a gleaming pompadour and an air of "I'm a lawyer, who's afraid of me?" The man stepped forward as the first one slowly sat down on the wide leather sofa, leisurely pulling out a cigar.

  The burly man next to him immediately pulled out a "Zippo" and quickly lit the black sunglasses.

  The blonde beauty hiding in the bathroom and the brunette beauty on the bed stared blankly at everyone, they were not afraid of anything, but just slightly covered their key parts with towels.

  "Mr. Smith Sr. passed away last night in San Francisco, leaving all his estate to his biological son, Shawn Smith Esq. As the adopted son of Mr. Smith Sr., you, Mr. Zhou Smith, will no longer enjoy any arrangements made by Mr. Smith Sr. while he was alive. In other words, Mr. Zhou Smith, you will become a free man with no financial assistance from now on."

  "That means you have nothing to do with the Smith family anymore! All of my dad's inheritance is mine! Including his shares in the film company, properties worth $1.9 billion, securities, cash and so on, everything belongs to me! That means from now on, you're a poor man! You can't even swipe your credit card! Hahaha!" Black-rimmed glasses interrupted Gold-rimmed glasses' words, jumped up from the sofa with an arrogant attitude, pointing at Zhou Shaoming and burst into laughter.

  "Huh? I'm penniless?" Zhou Shaoming rubbed his head, dazed and confused, with a bewildered look in his wide eyes. However, he didn't show much psychological distress, as he was originally just an ordinary university student, the type who muddled through life, with never more than 1,000 yuan to his name. Now being told that $19 billion wasn't his, he didn't jump out of bed like Black Glasses had imagined.

  Zhou Shaoming simply stared blankly at the menacing black sunglasses, his mind a complete blank.

  "You can't play tricks on me! My lawyer has taken care of everything for me! You won't get a single cent, not one!" The black sunglasses were unexpectedly intimidated by Zhou Shaoming's nonchalant attitude, and with a wave of his hand, everyone filed out again.

  Turning around, the black sunglasses glared at Zhou Shaoming viciously and said: "You're only good at picking up chicks, you loser! You Chinese trash! If it wasn't for my old man bringing you to America, could you have lived such a heavenly life? You're only worthy of fighting with stray dogs in the garbage dump! You yellow-skinned pig!"

  “FUCK! Who are you cursing?” Zhou Shaoming wasn't someone who didn't have a temper, originally he had no feeling about what Hei Mo Jing said, so he just kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word. But seeing this guy insult his skin color and nationality, this was something that the slightly hot-headed Zhou Shaoming couldn't accept.

  "Hey, buddy, don't be rash. You know the US is a country of laws, if you resort to violence, I'll have you put behind bars!"

  Go to jail!？

  Zhou Shaoming was startled, his thin arms like a hemp rod shrinking back, only to hear the black-rimmed glasses discontentedly pushing open the golden-rimmed glasses, loudly shouting: "Don't block him, let him hit me! This way I can properly beat him up!"

  He looked down at Zhou Shaoming with his black sunglasses, and then coldly sneered: "My dear brother, this is the last time I'll call you that. In the past, Dad always spoiled you, not even bothering to look at me, his own son. Haha, this time, I want you to have no foothold in America, I want to see you become a beggar, destitute and down on your luck, best if you crawl back to China!"

  With his head held high, Si Hao ignored Zhou Shaoming, whose mouth was twisted in anger, and walked away laughing wildly.

  "Fuck! This guy is a piece of shit! The most disgusting kind!" Zhou Shaoming cursed in a flustered tone, knowing that he was just a transmigrated person and couldn't possibly compete with the native-born American mixed breed.

  Not to mention that guy has 19 billion dollars.

  The blonde beauty and the brunette beauty looked at each other, put on their clothes and wanted to leave.

  "Hey, what's wrong baby, is it over like this?" Zhou Shaoming called out pitifully.

  "You poor devil, didn't you hear what your brother said? You don't have a single cent left! Filthy Chinese pig, I'm so unlucky to have met you!" The two women scolded and walked away in their high heels, not caring about anything. As they were leaving, the disdainful look in their eyes made Zhou Shaoming furious!

  "Damn it! You two are just a pair of money-grubbing bastards! I'm going to stay in the US no matter what! I won't live like a beggar! Just you wait and see!" A certain hysterical guy was stunned for a moment, then let out a wolf-like howl as if his life depended on it.

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  "Super Director System activated!" A electronic female voice came from somewhere in the brain, lazy and sweet like a 12 or 13 year old little girl's voice, cloying and with a mischievous psychology of starting a good show.

  "What?" Zhou Shaoming was lying on the bed, feeling anxious and distracted. The air conditioning in the luxurious hotel couldn't calm him down, but the voice that came into his mind made him pause.

  "Super Director System activated, host confirmed. Chinese name: Zhou Shaoming, English name: Smith Zhou, age 22, personality: lustful, gluttonous, slightly obsessive." The system's female voice said with a giggle, causing Zhou Shaoming's face to turn bright red.

  "Smith Zhou, ordinary human being, appearance B+, figure A-, physical strength B, quality C-, potential C-, wisdom D-, charm E, acting skills F, directing ability B+, singing level B+, eloquence D-, overall evaluation C."

  "Awesome, I'm an A-cup! Not bad at all!" Zhou Shaoming ignored the other attributes and was pleased with his own figure.

  "The host's ability is too low, the possibility of completing this system task is 5%, basically hopeless. Haha!" The electronic female voice was full of schadenfreude, as if a little sister next door saw her big brother being scolded by his parents.

  "Come on, is it that serious? I'm a born genius!" Zhou Shaoming was very unconvinced.

  "Considering the host's ability is too low, start the auxiliary program. The current score is 100 points. Isn't this system humane enough?" The electronic female voice unexpectedly became coquettish.

  "Humanity? I'll barely give you credit for not getting me run over by that big truck. What's the point of having points? What's the benefit?"

  "Points can be used to redeem various movies, songs, abilities or other items, and points are earned for completing mainline or sideline tasks. Given that the host's points are too low, starting from this week, 10 points will be rewarded every week to help the host complete new tasks, which is an extra arrangement I made for the host." The little loli's voice sounded very warm.

  "Great, with such a low passing score and still getting rewards, you're really humane, I like it!" Zhou Shaoming, who had no conscience, lay on the bed with joy overflowing.

  "This is a task for newcomers, before December 31st, 1999, complete a non-AV film as a director with a box office of $50 million in North America, 100,000 fans, and an affinity level of over 80 with any female celebrity."

  "Are you kidding me? You want me to make a movie? Although I have the potential to be an Oscar-winning director, how can I do it at this moment? I don't even know where to point the camera, don't play with me like that!"

  "It's now February 6th, 1999. The host has ample time to complete the task. Before completing the task, the host will be permanently unable to get an erection! Hehe!" The electronic female voice said excitedly, as if she had picked up five million dollars.

  Zhou Shaoming was on the verge of tears, and the originally towering super giant suddenly softened in that instant, lying limp like a dead snake between his legs.

  "FUCK, this is not going to work out! And I'm stuck with the identity of a poor loser! 1999? I've time-traveled!!" Zhou Shaoming fiddled with the massive, snake-like object, but it didn't budge. He felt a wave of despair wash over him and almost cried: "I made a movie that earned 50 million at the box office! Now I can't even afford to rent a DV machine! Heaven and earth, where are the benefits of being a time-traveler?"

  "The host has a day to prepare, but randomly selects a movie to shoot. If it weren't for my clever tricks, you wouldn't be listening to me, would you? Hehe! Host, good luck!" The electronic female voice had an air of omniscience, and even more so, it made Zhou Shaoming feel excited and thrilled.

  Damn it! What kind of system is this?! Zhou Shaoming was so angry he wanted to cry.

  "Hello, sir. You must check out now. If not, you will have to pay for another day!" A voice suddenly sounded from the doorway. Looking up, a short and stout black waiter stood there with a disdainful expression on his face. It was clear that he had seen everything that had happened and knew that Mr. Smith was now penniless, so he bluntly issued an eviction order.

  "To hell with it! I'm checking out of this hotel right now!" Zhou Shaoming bellowed, his face red with rage.

  After walking out of the luxurious hotel lobby, Zhou Shaoming finally calmed down and carefully counted the cash on him, $2,150, fortunately not as penniless as Hei Mojing had said.

  Lost in thought, a brand new, extremely cool red Ferrari sports car was towed away by a tow truck. Zhou Shaoming was stunned for half a day before suddenly blurting out a curse: "I FUCK! That's my car!"

  The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken person is at the end of the world.