Under the "killing line" in the United States, bankruptcy is faster than the blink of an eye. But as a man selected by the system, my main job is to live broadcast "How to gracefully pick up gold bars in the garbage" on TikTok, and my side job is to save those beauties who have fallen below the red line. Fans always say that my videos are too fake - such as "conquering the Michelin chef with an instant noodle seasoning packet", or "teaching a homeless man to make top-notch perfume using a nun's piggy bank". But when my number of fans exceeded 10 million, even the elites in Silicon Valley began to subscribe to me and escape the killing line. They had to admit that this was damn valuable.
Of course, when you shoot too many videos, trouble comes. Today, the beauty in black stockings comes to investigate my "illegal dumping of romance", and tomorrow, the cold-blooded female CEO begs me to make a compilation. There are even top supermodels who are lost, crying and wanting to be the heroine in my next video. In response to this, I could only helplessly spread my hands: "Beauties, line up, line up! There is only so much traffic, and I also want to eat!"
As for those "little head stories"? Those are the selections from the popular comment section under my videos. Every one of them is so outrageous that it makes people laugh, but it is so true that it makes people sad. In this absurd country, I use my lens to record madness, and use humor to fight despair. By the way, I have included all the beauties in the world into my "material library".
