Chapter 119: The Star Project

“All right, everyone, we’ve arrived at the Nanshan Museum. My job as the driver is done,” said the private car owner, finally pulling Follow PD Xiaolian and the cameraman back from their daydreams of fortune.

Four hundred million yuan—this inconspicuous young man before them was actually a billionaire! As media professionals who often refer to themselves as the “uncrowned kings,” they couldn’t even fathom how many lifetimes it would take to earn such a sum.

Lin Meinv, seated in the innermost seat of the back row, cleared her throat twice, signaling Xiaolian, who was sitting closer to the roadside, that it was time to open the door and get off.

“Oh, isn’t this the Nanshan Museum? You two should hurry up and get on with your mission,” Xiaolian, suddenly awakened, echoed the driver’s words. It seemed that their Follow PD team had seriously underestimated Mo Shu.

Before stepping out, Mo Shu expressed his thanks repeatedly to the driver, saying that if fate allowed, they would surely meet again during the competition.

Lin Meinv, well-versed in the ways of the world, caught a subtle undertone in Mo Shu’s words. He wasn’t just thanking the driver for the ride; he was also appreciating the driver’s spectacular personal monologue.

Most of the time, when people hear someone praising themselves, they tend to scoff. But when that person recounts their own extraordinary achievements with authenticity and impact, listeners can’t help but be impressed.

Though 400 million yuan wasn’t an astonishing figure for someone like Lin Meinv, a top actress, who had been in showbiz for over ten years since she started at sixteen—her personal assets likely doubled Mo Shu’s.

But Mo Shu was barely twenty-two. Given time, it was quite possible that he would surpass even a star like her in both wealth and fame.

Lin Meinv couldn’t help but reassess this humble, modest, and well-mannered young racer before her.

It turned out that all of them had underestimated this young driver today.

Mo Shu wasn’t merely some powerless insider with connections; he just happened to be involved in a relatively niche competitive sport within China.

It was like them—celebrities. Whether gifted with stunning looks, angelic voices, or exceptional acting talent, without the promotion from agencies and continuous media exposure, even the most outstanding individuals would struggle to gain enough recognition or carve out a place in the dazzling, talent-filled entertainment industry.

With this in mind, Lin Meinv’s thoughts stirred. Racing’s influence in China was indeed minimal and weak. But what if they used a racing world champion as a starting point to create an idol-level racing star, combined with the commercial packaging and publicity tactics common in showbiz? Could Mo Shu become a beloved national idol?

At that point, he could sing a song, appear on variety shows, or even have a biographical racing film made about him. It might just ignite a fervent fan craze across the country.

Of course, Lin Meinv, along with her personal studio, agency, and film company, would rake in handsome profits—a win-win for all.

Lost in these thoughts, Lin Meinv seemed to forget she was being filmed for a variety show, her eyes fixed intently on Mo Shu as she appraised him from head to toe.

To be fair, the young man was quite good-looking, the only drawbacks being his silver hair and slightly older appearance.

These days, celebrities were cultivated from a young age, but men often grew more charming with age—there was potential there.

As for his hair, well, a slight dye job would do just fine.

If it were a beauty star like Lin Meinv, delaying the chance to make a name at this age would mean losing the prime window, since a female star’s competitiveness diminishes as she ages.

Yes, this idea was definitely feasible. Lin Meinv decided that once filming ended today, the plan to develop Mo Shu would be added to her company’s agenda.

“Senior, is something wrong? Is there something on my face?” Mo Shu noticed Lin Meinv staring at him and asked softly, feeling a bit uneasy.

“Oh, no, just distracted. Let’s hurry to the next mission,” Lin Meinv quickly regained her professional demeanor, pointing toward an open-air stage adorned with the “Extreme Partners” banner.

As they stepped forward, a staff member from the production crew handed them a mission card with both hands. “Congratulations to the two stars from Team Divine Shadow. You’re the first team to arrive at the Nanshan Museum. Here is your mission card. Please keep it safe and review it carefully.”

Mo Shu swiftly tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside, reading attentively.

“Guests, please enter the Nanshan Museum to find ten tokens bearing the ‘Extreme Partners’ emblem. Collect all ten to complete the task. However, please be advised: among the four teams arriving later, two will be randomly designated as antagonists—The Dark Legion. If any guest is caught by them, they must surrender one token to regain their freedom.

If the Dark Legion collects twenty tokens first, they will win this round and gain significant advantages in the next. Please act cautiously and conceal your whereabouts.

Friendly reminders:

1. Collect tokens as quickly as possible; ideally, finish before the Dark Legion appears.

2. If you encounter the Dark Legion, evade promptly. If discovered, retreat quickly. Any physical contact means the entire team is captured.

3. The Dark Legion’s identities are initially concealed; guests must verify for themselves.”

“The Dark Legion? Sounds almost too real,” Lin Meinv scoffed. She despised these “run-around-and-find-things” tasks. If only Mo Shu could drive her around the museum like before.

Knowing Mo Shu’s worth now was one thing, but daydreaming wasn’t enough. Lin Meinv slipped off her impractical, towering heels that prioritized beauty over convenience and braced herself barefoot on the cold floor, rising onto her toes to signal readiness.

Mo Shu clicked his tongue, secretly amazed. Despite her delicate appearance, Lin Meinv was truly a tough woman when she got serious.

“Don’t look so surprised. Let’s get on with the task. Your feet must be freezing!!!” Lin Meinv habitually started giving orders.

“Okay! Let’s go!”