Lin Chen traveled through a parallel world and became a low-level prop master in the entertainment industry, bound to the [God-level prop system].
I wanted to be a craftsman quietly, but my partner was Yang Mi, a well-known cold goddess in the entertainment industry.
Yang Mi: "Lin Chen, the guns in this police movie need to be realistic, understand? It needs to have the kind of oppressive feeling that makes people weak in the knees just by looking at it!"
Lin Chen: "Received, I guarantee your satisfaction."
The next day, Lin Chen took out an electromagnetic rail pistol and shot through three walls of the set, scaring Yang Mi so much that she collapsed in his arms.
Special police surrounded the crew, and hot searches exploded across the Internet.
Yang Mi's eyes were red, and she clutched Lin Chen's clothes tightly: "I asked you to make a prop, but who asked you to actually build this thing? The police officer is looking at me!"
Lin Chen helplessly hugged the slender waist: "Boss, you said it should be realistic. Stop shaking, otherwise the engine of this anti-gravity spacecraft will misfire..."
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From the electromagnetic gun to the space carrier, the entire network was checking Lin Chen's case record. Only Lin Chen was checking Yang Mi's menstrual period. After all, coaxing his frightened wife was the top priority.
