Yu in South City

Shang Xu said, "My life is as light as dust, vanishing with a single brush. I might as well take my surname from my body and my given name from my life, and call myself Yan Fuyi."

If you name people by that logic, wouldn't Nan Yu end up being called Flower Girl?

Yu Meiren, oh Yu Meiren, I'm from Shangyu, Zhejiang. (P.S. snickering. If Nan Yu saw this, he'd probably take liberties with me again.)

-- Fuyi, writing this while Nan Yu was taking a bath

In the 22nd century, after enjoying decades of fame, the stars were eclipsed by cosplayers. Entertainment companies flourished and then declined, and only three managed to keep running: Nancheng, Shengshi Entertainment, and Baida, standing like three rival kingdoms in the country.

Two years ago, the son of a Nancheng shareholder returned from studying in Australia and joined the company. Thanks to his father's connections, he landed six movie roles in a single week, shocking the entertainment world. Along with the shock came mockery and disdain. Then those voices died away.

Those six movies ranked from second to seventh on the global box-office charts. The film in second place was only six votes behind the one in first.

But the shareholder's son became even more famous. His name was Nan Yu.

A saying gradually caught on in the entertainment world: "He who wins Nan Yu wins the world."

So I wouldn't have to earn money anymore. I could get Nan Yu to sign a whole stack of autographs, then sell them for fifty cents each. Fifty a day would make fifteen hundred a month, and in a year... Damn it, Nan Yu, stop knocking me on the head!