Enforcer Manual
Chapter 799 - 797: Dream Chasing City_1

Chapter 799: Chapter 797: Dream Chasing City_1

Today was an absolutely remarkable day for Roger.

Never before in District 17 had he received such attention—as he made his way upstairs, three self-proclaimed talent scouts had approached him, claiming they knew people at major film companies and could secure him a role in a popular movie.

"Has this city’s scam gangs become so brazen?"

The moment he got back to his room, Roger quickly shut the door, fearing those omnipresent "scammers" might follow him in.

To persuade him to embark on an acting career, one of the "scammers" even resorted to seduction.

"Those are not scammers, they actually want to be your agents,"

Zhuang Chi said with schadenfreude, "After all, your face is quite distinctive; you could make a memorable villain."

She and the section chief did not have such troubles, as both had "undistinctive" features.

In District 4, rather than handsomeness or beauty, what was needed was the kind of face that sticks in people’s minds at a glance, and Roger was undeniably the very person they were looking for.

"Being the villain doesn’t suit me; I see myself as the righteous sidekick."

"But you’re right not to pay them any mind. Those who come looking for you here are just nameless third-rate agents, hoping to stumble upon a treasure in the vast ocean and turn their fortunes around. The crew we ran into downstairs probably isn’t that renowned either; everyone thinks they can create something sensational."

But in reality, their final works might not even make it to the silver screen.

"Do you know the nickname for the fourth district?"

"This place has a nickname?"

"Dream Chasing City,"

Zhuang Chi explained, "Here, it might just take ten minutes for someone unknown to become a household name."

This was the image of District 4 through outsiders’ eyes, or at least what the film and media companies wanted people to believe.

"I actually thought about trying my luck in District 4 a few years ago."

Zhuang Chi admitted the prospect was very tempting.

Ten minutes could change destiny, allowing her to live lavishly—in throwing around money as she had heard, that was the lifestyle of most national-level rescuers; they bathed in expensive champagne and rode in different hovercars every day of the week.

"So why did you give it up?"

"Isn’t the answer obvious?"

Zhuang Chi rolled her eyes, "I’m a classic ’Easy to Bad Luck’ case; luck has been a stranger to me since childhood while misfortune has never failed to include me."

She had a clear sense of self from early on, "But maybe you’ll have your ’famous ten minutes’ here."

"Let’s not. I’m not interested in fame,"

Roger shook his head, "I’m tired of being pushed around, which is why I transferred to the Public Relations department in the first place."

The work in Public Relations fit his expectations: relaxed and free.

It was even a bit too free sometimes, with the chief often disappearing for over a week, leaving them with no supervision on a daily basis.

"By the way, where did the chief go?"

"Reporting for duty."

"Reporting for duty?"

"The chief said he was going to call Director Lu from the rooftop."

"I see."

Zhuang Chi pondered, knowing all too well that the waters of District 4 were deep—carelessness could lead to compromise, and it was risky for both men and women.

There were those who paid a heavy price in this city, underestimating the dangers that boys could face when out and about.

After all, the chief and the Director were a certified couple, and it made sense to take such matters seriously.

Meanwhile, at the same time, Song Lan faced a significant challenge.

If he had known that a simple phone call on the rooftop would lead to... a jumping incident, he would have stayed put in his room.

Considering they might stay at this hotel for a month, he had thought to explore the rooftop and check the layout, just in case an emergency arose—it would be easier to manage the scene.

But Song Lan had barely had the chance to observe her surroundings when she saw a girl with one foot over the edge of the rooftop.

It was the actress she had briefly encountered earlier on the first floor.

She was still wearing the costume from the shoot, the blood around her neck not yet wiped clean. She lit a cigarette and looked down from the building.

Initially, Song Lan thought this was part of the shooting, but she quickly realized there were no filming props around.

The portly director and the crew were nowhere to be seen.

When the woman noticed Song Lan stepping onto the rooftop, she looked towards her, or more precisely, at her phone and struck up a conversation, "Hey, do me a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Eager Citizen" was her nickname.

"I’m going to jump from here in a minute; you film it and post it online. It’s bound to go viral."

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The woman ignored the confusion written all over Song Lan’s face and leaned half her body out, "You should have seen it when you entered the hotel just now, right at the entrance where the green belt is, there’s an iron fence. If I fall from here, I should land right on the fence, and if I’m lucky, you should be able to capture the moment my body splits apart. I know they like to watch that stuff."

Song Lan was the first person to come to the rooftop after her.

Before that, she had been observing the scenery below and had decided to reward the first person who came to the rooftop today.

"Are you serious?"

If the other person had mentioned there was a safety air cushion below and asked her to help film an attention-grabbing short video, she might reluctantly consider it. But if she really did film as told, wouldn’t she automatically become a prime suspect in a crime?

"Yes, I’m serious. Do you have a social media account? How many followers do you have?"

Song Lan didn’t know why the woman was asking this but replied anyway, "I have one, just one follower."

The only person following her was Lu Xiang. In fact, aside from Lu Xiang, no one knew that was her account.

As someone who always lurked online without posting, she never published any content on her social media account.

"What a pity."

The woman sighed lightly, "But it doesn’t matter. After you’ve filmed this and posted it online, you can spend some money to have some popular figures share it for you, and in less than a day, you can attract a huge number of followers... You only have one follower on your social media account, which probably means you’re not in the industry yet, right? Remember, if Powell comes looking for you, don’t believe him. He claims to be a famous director, but in reality, he’s a con artist who’s never achieved anything."

Song Lan felt that the woman seemed to have misunderstood something, mistaking her for a rookie planning to break into the entertainment industry. Therefore, with the tone of someone more experienced, she provided her with a guide to avoid potential pitfalls.

"I’m just a tourist in the Fourth District."

"Touring? That’s even better."

The woman laughed, seemingly genuinely happy for Song Lan. She continued, "Can you write ghost stories? After you post this video online, you could make up some scary urban legends, like there’s some curse on this hotel and those affected by it ultimately end their own lives."

"Are you having some kind of trouble?"

While talking, Song Lan had already sent a message for help to Roger outside.

Perhaps Roger, as a negotiating expert, could persuade the woman who was contemplating suicide.

But unlike those in despair, the woman was neither crying nor hysterical; instead, she sounded somewhat excited.

She spoke of her own death and what might happen afterward with an excited tone.

This made Song Lan wonder if she had encountered some kind of cult organization that incites suicide.

"Hmm? Are you trying to persuade me? Please, don’t do something so depressing. People will remember me."

The woman adjusted her emotions, faced the camera with a radiant smile—far more photo-ready than when she had been acting downstairs—and said, "They will talk about what happened here, and those real big-name directors, they’ll swarm like sharks that have sniffed blood, ready to make a hit movie based on me."

"Don’t be rash. You can try to talk to me about your troubles."

"Eager Citizen" Song Lan, on her first day in the Fourth District, was forced to play the role of a negotiating expert.

"There’s nothing to talk about."

The woman shook her head slightly and treated Song Lan’s phone as a camera, drawing on her acting skills accumulated over time.

—"Help me, make me famous."