"Mr. Cheng Yu, as one of our city's outstanding young entrepreneurs, what would you say is the secret to your success?"
"Smoking, drinking, and eating fatty meat."
The reporter: "...You're quite the comedian."
"But we're filming now, so please try to be serious."
Cheng Yu: "You really want to know?"
The reporter: "Yes."
Cheng Yu, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs: "Then stop filming my big ass."
The reporter: "..."
Cheng Yu put his pants back on. "It all started with a cup."
The reporter: "Were you in the glassmaking business back then?"
Cheng Yu's face took on a faraway look. "Yeah. It was made of silicone."
The reporter: "?"
Cheng Yu looked up at the sky. "Right, it all started with that masturbation cup."
"..."
The reporter laughed awkwardly. "W-well, the public is also very interested in your romantic exploits."
"Every man was once an excellent pilot."
"Just as every woman is an excellent miner."
"Like how your right hand, while wearing a face mask, has also wiped your butt."
Cheng Yu lit a cigarette, his gaze profound. "What I mean is, love is like shit, piss, and farts. When the feeling hits, there's no holding it in."
The reporter: "..."
