And Hedy is currently the most popular actress in Hollywood, hailed as the "Global Revenue Queen." Simply playing a leading role in an American blockbuster film, she earns a fee of $80 million, with additional advertising and endorsement revenues bringing her total income to over $200 million. Gong Jiao is like a duckling encountering a swan—just as she's falling into disfavor and preparing to walk away, a handsome man in a corner has been watching her for a long time, as excited as if he'd discovered a prize, asking in halting Mandarin, "Madam! I'm a talent scout! I see you have great grace. If you're willing, I can help you become a Hollywood star!" Gong Jiao has been struggling to find work these days, with little success, and even nearly faced a unwanted advance from the head of recruitment at a music café near Manhattan. Yet, she remains resolute—she will never remove her top, choosing to starve rather than compromise her dignity. The money in her hands was running out quickly. When Dong Jiao left Gao Liang, Gao gave her the only $1,000 he had on him. Now, that $1,000 was nearly gone, leaving just $10—enough only for a single hamburger. If she couldn’t find work, she’d have to join the ranks of the homeless, struggling through economic hardship and sleeping on the streets. Facing this "talent scout," Dong Jiao didn’t hesitate—she needed work, needed bread. The man was David Borl, who had just received a report from a source under Lock’s command, stating that the strikingly beautiful Eastern woman had appeared at the entrance of the Metropolitan Opera. So David Borl drove over, following instructions from Lock and his sources, where he spotted the Eastern beauty he had long admired. He then posed as a "talent scout" and approached her. David Borl has an endless supply of money and is both generous and exceptionally good at exaggerating. He claims that Heidi, the rising Hollywood star, was discovered by him as a talent scout—otherwise, she would still just be an ordinary beautiful woman, far from the fame she enjoys today. Gong Jiao actually only envies Heidi and doesn't necessarily aspire to become a Hollywood star. Over these past few days of job hunting, she has grown more realistic. She simply wants to be an ordinary actress, content with a simple, everyday life—or at the very least, to solve her basic needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. David Borl plays the good guy in front of Gong Jiao, as if he had already guessed her thoughts. He says, "If you feel the path to becoming a Hollywood star is too distant, I won't push you to pursue it. Of course, if you'd like a solid job, I'm confident that with your grace and presence, I can invite you to become the lead vocalist at a music hall. How does that sound? And if you do well, the compensation will be quite generous!" David Boer extended five fingers, indicating $5,000 a month, and Dong Jiao immediately agreed. David Boer then took Dong Jiao to the Metropolitan Music Café, only to find it was the very café she had applied to earlier. Reluctant to enter, Dong Jiao hesitated. David Boer smiled warmly and said, "This one offers the best benefits—once you miss this opportunity, you'll never get another chance! Shall we give it a try?" With no alternative, Dong Jiao could only nod. However, Dong Jiao told David Boer, "All I'm doing is performing my art." As an investor, David Boer called in the café manager, Jesse, who was a persistent, somewhat flirtatious man. Upon seeing Jesse, who was pressuring her to remove her top, Dong Jiao immediately stepped back. Unexpectedly, David Boer grabbed Jesse by the collar and shouted, "You listen to me—pay more attention to this new beauty! If you dare to misstep, I'll fire you right away!" As soon as Jesse saw David Borl lose his temper, he quickly apologized, lowering his head with care and blushing as he bowed to Jiao Dong, offering sincere apologies. Jiao Dong was quietly impressed by David Borl's straightforwardness. In fact, David Borl was playing a role—he appeared serious and composed in front of Jiao Dong, while in truth, he had long been eager to win over this beloved Eastern beauty. He was employing a long-term strategy, patiently waiting to reel in this graceful fish—when the moment came, he would surely enjoy unparalleled fortune. Subsequently, Jiao Dong performed at the Metropolitan Music Café, which David Borl had invested in, singing traditional Chinese folk songs, especially "Jasmine Flower"—"How beautiful the jasmine flower! How beautiful the jasmine flower! Fragrant and white, blooming gracefully, admired by all. Let me pluck one and present it to my beloved." Jiao Dong's voice was clear, resonant, and deeply expressive, radiating strong emotional appeal, quickly earning the admiration of many guests at the café. Dong Jiao, once an ordinary singer, has now risen to become an outstanding lead vocalist, drawing many guests directly to her captivating voice. After successfully handling all matters related to Perfect Oil Company, David Borl made it a point to visit his own music café, sip coffee, and watch Dong Jiao, this exquisite beauty, perform—feeling truly delighted. Gazing at Dong Jiao with a fluttering admiration, a series of romantic thoughts bloomed in his mind. One evening, after Dong Jiao finished her performance and it was well past evening, David Borl decided to drive her home. Dong Jiao lived in a student apartment ten kilometers away, where the rent was considerably more affordable. Having been served several glasses of French sweet wine by her friends, she now felt deeply intoxicated. Under the pretense of escorting her home, David Borl planned to take matters further on the way. Dong Jiao had received a generous amount of foreign currency that day, and she was thrilled. David Borl drove off in the direction of her home. In the mirror, David Borl saw the beautiful woman, now glowing with intoxication, growing more alluring than ever. He had specially reserved a very comfortable and luxurious sedan—so elegant, in fact, that it was as good as a high-end automobile hotel, no, a five-star hotel. Under the warm, intimate lighting, David guided the car to a roadside and stopped. Then, with a steady hand, he reached out to gently caress Dong Jiao’s full breasts. “David! Where are we? Have we arrived at your place?” Dong Jiao, though slightly tipsy, still retained a touch of clarity and sensed that they had arrived at an unfamiliar location. David’s rather clumsy hand extended toward her, his eyes full of awkwardness. To Dong Jiao, David Borl looked like a lustful suitor magnified through a funhouse mirror—exactly as the hiring manager had at the music café. Instantly, she regained half her composure, curled up slightly, stepped back, and gasped in surprise, “David! No! Please, no!” But David Bower couldn't wait any longer—he was now consumed by passion, yearning to satisfy his primal desires. So urgent was his desire that he stumbled, his head striking a sharp object; in fact, it collided with the iron hook of a clothes hanger. David immediately pressed his hand to his head, yet his eager hands still made their way toward Dong Jiao's tender chest. At the same time, he boldly presented a stunning move: "Miss, I've got plenty of money—enough to last me for lifetimes!"