The reason Xiao He had confidently confronted those people earlier was because he felt they were biased, thought their group was easy to bully, and were deliberately targeting Chinese people.
How dare they immediately try to pin blame on them!
But now the tables had turned—it was truly embarrassing, as it turned out to be one of their own!
For the first time, Xiao He felt a sense of suffocating frustration.
"Speaking of which, he's also a Chinese celebrity."
As Luca spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward O'Deen.
Immediately, O'Deen's face darkened: "Damn it? Where is he? He actually dares to show up in front of me?"
Xiao He: ?
So O'Deen's dislike for Chinese celebrities was also because of this guy.
Just who is that idiot! Going abroad and causing trouble everywhere, embarrassing our country?
The thought of such a person tarnishing their country's image overseas made Xiao He uncontrollably angry, feeling the helplessness of having terrible teammates: "You've encountered them before?"
"Yeah, it's that guy, particularly annoying."
Seeing that Xiao He was also quite angry, O'Deen immediately started roasting with him: "When we participated in the Le Mans 24-hour endurance race before, we ran into this guy! He also entered the competition as a gentleman driver back then, but during the race he almost crashed into me and killed me."
O'Deen was utterly exasperated, never expecting someone with such poor driving skills would still insist on pretending to know what they were doing. After causing the accident, he didn't even apologize, just threw some money at them and returned to his country without a shred of remorse, completely unreachable.
That was also the time their racing team failed to achieve good results and got chased and criticized by fans for a long time.
O'Deen had remembered this incident for ages, and from then on, he equally disliked every Chinese person, especially those who clearly couldn't drive race cars but still pretended to know what they were doing.
So, when invited to provide technical assistance for the No Bait production team, O'Deen's first impression of Xiao He was very poor.
"And he's a celebrity?"
Xiao He directly asked the key question.
"Yes, and his entourage is particularly extravagant—he has twenty bodyguards alone!"
O'Deen began to incessantly roast the situation back then.
It was clear that O'Deen really held a grudge against that guy.
"What's his name?"
Give me a heads-up to avoid him, thanks.
Xiao He was determined to stay away from such a troublemaker.
In future productions, it's either him or me—we can't coexist!
"Uh, his name... I only remember his English name, not his Chinese name..."
O'Deen started scratching his head in frustration.
It was the reliable Luca who answered the question: "I heard his assistant call him Qin something."
Surname Qin...
The range of male actors in China with the surname Qin is quite broad—
Xiao He rested his chin on his hand, trying to recall.
"Could it be Qin Yuezhang?" Xiao Chen muttered quietly beside them, "His entourage was already huge back in China, we basically all know about him privately. Now that he's gone abroad, he's probably still acting like that."
"Hey! Yes, that's the name!"
O'Deen immediately patted Xiao Chen, excitedly gesturing: "Yes, yes, that's the name! I heard he's quite popular in your country!"
Xiao He immediately connected the face with the name.
Speaking of which, he had actually encountered this person once before.
When they were filming on the island previously, they came across the Fearless Journey program team recording, which ended in a major capsizing incident. Xiao He's group happened to pass by and rescued a few people.
Qin Yuezhang was one of the guests recording the variety show at that time.
However, he didn't participate in the water activities, and the scene was quite chaotic, so Xiao He never formally greeted him, and they remained complete strangers.
Of course, what left the deepest impression on Xiao He was naturally Qin Yuezhang's fans.
Based on Liu Rulan's previous introduction, he just felt that Qin Yuezhang's fans were particularly sycophantic and humble.
Perhaps Qin Yuezhang's own family background gave him unique charm, making his fans' attitude toward chasing him not much different from feudal old servants.
When Qin Yuezhang dated, his fans would complain about the woman's identity, background, and status.
When Qin Yuezhang smoked, his fans would sigh that rich people's cigars had no tobacco smell.
What often hung on these fans' lips was, "If the young master doesn't become popular, he'll have no choice but to quit the industry and inherit the family business."
And once fan wars started, Qin Yuezhang's fans would use "Your brother is just a worker, while our young master is already a capitalist" to suppress the other side, even saying "You'd better stop criticizing, in case the young master blacklists your brother, then you fans will have nowhere to cry."
Thus, Qin Yuezhang's fans were known as domineering mad dogs within the industry.
After all, their arrogance was somewhat justified—Qin Yuezhang truly had the capital to blacklist people.
"If it's him, then we really can only swallow this bitter pill in silence..."
Xiao Chen clearly also knew the nature of those fans, sighing with some regret.
"What? Don't you have Director Zhuang as your backer? You're still afraid of him?"
O'Deen asked with great curiosity.
Xiao He smiled wryly: "Director Zhuang only values my commercial value, and his interests are closely tied to my next few projects. So in these situations, he'll help me at appropriate times, but ultimately we have a superior-subordinate relationship. I can't possibly drag him into matters like this."
Moreover, Xiao He didn't fully understand Qin Yuezhang's actual background yet—he had only heard Liu Rulan mention it briefly before.
He shrugged, deciding to just note this matter for now, saying: "Forget it, let's not dwell on this anymore. Let's go check out the venue."
"Okay."
So the group stopped discussing this topic and officially entered the race track.
The Mengla Circuit is approximately 5.8 kilometers long, with spectator stands extending along the track. The circuit includes long straightaways and high-speed curves, featuring several world-famous corners that have been referenced in many movies and games. Particularly several well-known foreign GT racing games directly replicated this track 1:1 into their games, allowing players to experience the thrill and joy of racing immersively.
Thus, this place has also become a pilgrimage site for many racing game enthusiasts.
Standing at this end of the venue, Xiao He looked out over the entire race track, which seemed almost endless.
"Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao—"
Xiao Chen suddenly leaned close to Xiao He and whispered, "Isn't that Qin Yuezhang and his group over there?"
Xiao He immediately followed Xiao Chen's line of sight.
Sure enough, some people naturally become the center of attention wherever they go—though in this case, it was purely derogatory.
He saw a black-haired young man wearing sunglasses, standing sloppily in front of a distant pit stop, talking with several foreigners. Surrounding them were at least ten big, muscular bodyguards in black suits.
To be honest, O'Deen's earlier complaints weren't exaggerated at all.
Basically everyone at the venue were racers who needed to register and check in to enter. With no fans and no criminals around, why did this guy bring in a whole group of people? Who exactly was he guarding against?
Could it be that he's worried someone might dislike him and rush up to punch him?
Xiao He subtly glanced at O'Deen and noticed that O'Deen hadn't spotted his "nemesis" in that direction.
Xiao He's eye twitched.
If he's guarding against being punched... then it's indeed necessary.
Hadn't he himself just been mistaken for the real target and almost gotten beaten up by thugs?
But this is really strange—wasn't it said that only two people were coming for the race? Where did all these bodyguards come from?
Did they come riding in minibuses at the back, swaying along like our group did?