Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 513: Little Zhou's Undercover Diary

A certain city, in front of a certain office building's main entrance.

Zhou Junhao stood in place, looking around.

Right at that mont, a man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth walked over: "You finally ca, co on, co on. Don't look around randomly once we get inside. If you're interested in any projects, you can say so."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Nan."

A fawning smile spread across Zhou Junhao's face as he stuffed a few packs of cigarettes into Brother Nan's arms.

Brother Nan glanced at the brand of the cigarettes, feeling sowhat satisfied, and led Zhou Junhao into the building. After pressing the elevator button, he gave a few more instructions: "If you want to get into this line of work, you have to completely abandon any sense of sha, any moral compass. Don't even think about losing face. Making money as a male escort isn't embarrassing these days. Girls on the internet fawn over them every single day—"

He gave Zhou Junhao a sidelong glance, looking him up and down, then continued: "As for your looks... they're a bit lacking. Are you willing to get plastic surgery? We have connections here who can refer you."

"No, that won't be necessary."

Zhou Junhao quickly refused.

Seeing Zhou Junhao's obvious reluctance, Brother Nan's eyes rolled, seeming a bit disappointed, before he said: "That's fine too. Actually, with makeup and beauty filters on, people in real life won't even recognize you. You just need to go ahead and broadcast."

Zhou Junhao deliberately acted a bit coy: "It's mainly... I really don't know how to dance. I've been clumsy since I was a kid."

"No need to worry about that either. There are pure chat hosts now. Even though your voice isn't great, you can learn. As long as your mouth is sweet enough, plenty of older sisters will like you."

As Brother Nan spoke, Zhou Junhao listened with a serious expression, occasionally flattering him with a few words.

However, Zhou Junhao, having done his investigation, knew clearly in his heart that these were all illusions.

Once you're truly in, things like makeup and lessons actually cost money.

This was just the first step of being fleeced.

And later on...

Zhou Junhao followed behind Brother Nan, a flicker of irony flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

The elevator doors opened, and the scent of perfu was the first thing to hit them.

This was the entrance to a very legitimate-looking dia company. Not only was there a complete reception desk, but even the business license and company signage hanging behind them were openly displayed for anyone entering to see.

Zhou Junhao's gaze fell on the business license at the very top, squinting his eyes to examine it carefully.

Brother Nan, standing beside him, said quite openly: "You can take a picture. Look it up online later. Don't worry, although our company isn't huge, it's absolutely legitimate. We're part of the sa group as the biggest company in the industry circle, Rongding dia. These are all proper certificates, you can search for the relevant web pages. There's no way we'd scam you."

Since Brother Nan said so, Zhou Junhao didn't hold back. He directly pulled out his phone and started taking pictures.

Even taking this opportunity, he turned on the video recording, openly scanning the people and furnishings around him.

"The Rongding dia Brother Nan ntioned, is that a big company in the industry circle? It sounds vaguely familiar."

Zhou Junhao also took the chance to expose his own ignorance.

"Haha, of course it is."

Brother Nan laughed, his expression even revealing a hint of pride.

"Then why not just call it a branch company directly? Why choose another na?"

Zhou Junhao pointed at the naplate above and asked.

"Ah, that's just how big bosses do business. You can't put all your eggs in one basket, right? Once it develops, it's all the sa! Just like, say, Company S and Company X, they sound like different nas, right? But they actually have the sa investor! What's that called again... preventing comrcial monopoly!"

The corner of Zhou Junhao's mouth twitched, suspecting Brother Nan was seriously pulling his leg.

But on the surface, he still showed admiration: "Wow, so that's how it can be done! That's amazing!"

Just as they continued walking inward, a person walked towards them from the corridor around the corner.

That person wore a mask and a hat, their body sowhat hunched, with slightly curly long hair hanging down on both sides of the hat.

Zhou Junhao was startled by the other's silent appearance, almost bumping into them. He reflexively shifted his steps to make room.

That person didn't stop either, just kept their head down and walked forward.

Only at the mont they passed each other did Zhou Junhao et the other's eyes.

They were a very special pair of eyes, filled with the sorrow of having seen all the vicissitudes of life and the lifelessness of having endured hardships. One glance gave you an indescribable feeling of sadness.

Beneath those eyes, there was also a long knife scar, stretching from the outer corner of the eye all the way down to the area concealed by the mask, giving off a naturally dangerous, fierce aura that made them seem very unapproachable.

But that wasn't the main thing.

The main thing was, Zhou Junhao felt the other person looked sowhat familiar, as if they had t sowhere before.

But the mont their gazes t was too brief. Before Zhou Junhao could extract any useful information from his mory, the other person had already withdrawn their gaze and brushed past him.

His gradually honed reporter's instinct told Zhou Junhao this was soone worth digging into.

So Zhou Junhao casually moved closer to Brother Nan as if by chance, offering him a cigarette again: "Brother Nan, was that guy just now also a livestrear? That's terrifying! I saw he had such a long gash on his face. How can he show his face like that?"

"No smoking here, I won't." Brother Nan refused Zhou Junhao's offer to light it, but naturally took the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear, then said, "That guy? He definitely can't show his face, or he'd scare off our clients! So what he does now is that... what's it called... virtual livestrear! A 'skinsuit' person."

Virtual livestrears are real people who use motion capture technology to control virtual avatars for live streaming. This concept originally ca from overseas. Viewers mostly see otaku-style avatars, hence the playful nickna "skinsuit" person.

While this is also a form of faceless streaming, it's considered a step above voice-only livestrears.

This ti, Zhou Junhao's eyes genuinely lit up: "Bro, you guys do virtual livestrears here too?"

Originally, he had been thinking of gritting his teeth and dancing on cara for a few days with these people. After all, with makeup and beauty filters, no one would recognize him. But now it seed he had a better choice.

"Of course, didn't I tell you we have all kinds of livestrears here!" Brother Nan glanced at Zhou Junhao's delighted expression and reminded him, "You want to be a virtual livestrear? Don't say I didn't warn you, this thing is much harder to do than showing your face, and it costs a lot of money. Just that 'skinsuit' avatar costs tens of thousands. Our company definitely won't cover that expense, you know."

"No problem, no problem."

Zhou Junhao waved his hands repeatedly, then looked at Brother Nan with an expectant face: "Bro, can I do it? I can pay for the skinsuit myself."

Brother Nan, however, hesitated: "You really want to do this?"

"Yes, yes."

Zhou Junhao nodded, while also asking with a hint of embarrassnt: "But bro, I don't know who to go to for this. Can the company help find soone?"

Faced with Zhou Junhao's innocent expression, Brother Nan quickly did so ntal calculations.

Designing an original skinsuit would definitely be expensive. But this kid in front of him looked like a complete outsider. Their company could make a plagiarized template, skim so money, he could skim so more... maybe they could squeeze even more money out of him. When he's no longer useful, they could drag him sowhere else to fleece...

So he swallowed his dissuading words. Brother Nan smiled so wide his eyes disappeared: "Alright, alright, okay, I'll help you!"

Zhou Junhao nodded, his face full of trust: "Then I'm counting on you, Brother Nan!"