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... alled the trending searches he’d seen and nodded calmly:

"Not bad, worthwhile."

"Being a star means film fees will soon exceed a billion, right?"

Huang Mao opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say.

After a while, he spoke to the genius who seemed out of touch with reality:

"Not necessarily, sis. Nobody starts off with film fees over a billion...first, you need fame!"

He had watched a few variety shows and understood somewhat: "For us ...

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