Summary
The day I stood on the stage of the opening ceremony for a measly ten thousand yuan, a bottom-tier starlet poured a glass of red wine over my head right in front of the live cameras.
The host smiled and asked me if a washed-up actress would truly throw away her last shred of dignity for money.
I gripped the microphone and smiled back.
What they didn’t know was that I hadn’t just come here tonight for the ten thousand yuan. I was here to dig up every single piece of filth that had buried me three years ago.