I Transmigrated to a Parallel World and Became a Director, Spending Every Night as a Groom

"In this business, romance is bad for the box office."

My name is Chen Mo. On the night of my thirtieth birthday, I transmigrated into a parallel world as a director whose films had grossed tens of billions.

I was also bound to the [Box Office Harvesting System]. As long as I "signed" an actress, I could exchange her unique traits for a box-office multiplier.

Innocent and pure? +200% audience goodwill.

A sexy wildcat? +150% buzz.

Artistic self-sacrifice in a key scene? Care to hear about a box-office wager?

From then on, my casting meetings moved to presidential suites:

"Miss Lin, you can have the lead role, but the 'scenes' in the midnight slot... need a little more."

"Teacher Li, the investment in your husband's film... Oh, you can come discuss it alone."

"Newcomer? Let's start with an audition. Can you drink? You can? How about take your clothes off?"

The media called me the dirtiest-handed man in show business. I smiled and posted my tax records:

"I've made more actresses famous than the newspapers your presses have churned out."

Then one night, the newly crowned Best Actress stood barefoot in my living room, clutching our "signing photo":

"Director Chen, you said... we wouldn't get involved."

I stubbed out my cigar and opened the proposal for my new project:

"Of course. So now, let's talk about the 'sister act signing fee' for you two?"