Noon.
Zhang Ye was looking through the International Celebrity Rankings Index.
One page.
Two pages.
Three pages.
The people on the list were probably going to be his opponents in the near future.
At this moment, a long-distance call arrived.
It was from Lillian, the most beautiful woman in England.
"Hello, fellow smoker."
"Oh hey, it's Lillian."
"What are you up to?"
"I was just thinking about something."
"I got the news late, so I only just found out about your ascendancy to the top of Chinese showbiz."
"Haha, indeed, your news is quite late."
"When were you released from jail?"
"Just recently, in these past two months or so. It's been a while already."
"Oh, why didn't you call your old friend then?"
"You're an international superstar. How could I disturb you? Which tier of the rankings are you at now?"
