The big guys are playing all kinds of games, and the little guys also need to survive.

Jenny is a young girl from Arkansas, young and beautiful, she thinks she is very capable, she wants applause and cheers, despite the opposition of her family, with an indomitable momentum, rushing headlong into Hollywood, Vanity Fair.

It's a pity that the ideal is still the ideal after all, the tragic situation of reality made her hit her head and bleed, not to mention going to Hollywood to be a big star, now she doesn't even touch the door of Hollywood, and can only do some work with wine and dance at night.

In the wee hours of the morning, Miss Jenny, dressed in a cheap dress with heavy makeup and high heels, walked alone on the way back.

"Gina, you stupid pig, go be your worker, you'll regret it when I'm a big star!" Miss Jenny had drunk a lot of wine tonight, but she was still a little sober, and scolded her roommate angrily as she went.

As a member of the bottom of the Hollywood pyramid, I don't know how many people like Miss Jenny, and the roommate she shares now is originally on the same condition as her, although there is no deep friendship, but the two people who share the same illness still have some common language.

But last month everything changed, Gina gave up her Hollywood dream, washed off her heavy makeup and earrings, went to work in a small factory, and was as tired as a donkey every day, but her income was ten times more than that of Miss Jenny, which made her both envious and sad.

When the other party invited her to work with her, she flatly refused! Just kidding, I came to Hollywood to be a big star, and when I had enough to eat, I went to work as a small worker in a factory? Why don't I go back to Arkansas to farm?

As a member of ordinary people, she doesn't know why the manufacturing industry suddenly burst out with such a huge amount of energy, not to mention her, even those "promising young people" who often come to the night club to have fun are not clear about the relationship behind it.

Whenever she sees guests fiddling with alien technology products, she can only be greedy, she doesn't know anything about the big guys, she only knows that she can't afford those technology products with her meager income.

Miss Jenny, who has no academic qualifications and is famous for her fortune, does not know the complex logical relationship here, she only knows that because of the huge demand for manufacturing, it has rarely caused a round of labor shortage, and even the night club where she works has been sucked away by several sisters, and as the only remaining employee, her workload has skyrocketed.

In the past, I could still throw a wink at some people who were suspected of being "Hollywood practitioners" and leave a note or something, but now I am so busy that I don't have that mind at all.

"Why is this fucking country so busy all of a sudden!Oops!" Everyone is busy, and naturally there are a lot fewer people who come to play, and the tip income, which accounts for a large part of her daily income, has plummeted. She kicked a stone in resentment, and the moment the stone touched her foot, she remembered that she was not wearing shoes.

The result is self-evident, she can only sit on the ground with her feet to rest, everyone is tired enough, most people choose to go home to sleep after a day of tiredness, no fat sheep naturally no one comes out to rob, compared to a month ago single women can not walk at night, now the street security is unprecedentedly good.

Miss Jenny, who was very talented, sat on the ground with her feet crossed, cursing but not knowing who to scold, and in a trance, she found a house flashing with a faint light, and faintly called to her.

I pass by here every day, have you seen this house before? After drinking a lot, Miss Jenny was dizzy, and thought about it for a long time, as if she had seen it and did not seem to have seen it.

Don't go in and have a look, don't go in, what if there's a ghost in there? All kinds of thoughts came to mind, Miss Jenny subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but as if a voice was tempting her, go in and see, anyway, she has nothing, if she picks up the treasure, won't she be rich?

I don't have anything on me, so I don't have to worry about it! Jenny didn't know if she had come up with the idea herself, or if it had been imposed on her by the outside, so she didn't hesitate and pushed the door open and walked in.

The interior furnishings are very exquisite, like a rich house, and she has never seen what the real rich house looks like, so she can only refer to what she sees on the TV network.

The floor was covered with a splendid carpet, and there were paintings hanging all around her, and through the palatial corridors, Miss Jenny looked as she walked, her curiosity was like that of a cat, and she clenched her heart firmly, and she did not dare to breathe hard, for fear that she would break something by exhaling too violently.

"Hello, anyone?" she said softly, too low to even hear herself.

Just when she thought that no one would respond to her, a mist rose from the high platform not far away, and light smoke surrounded her body, and the mist dispersed like a light cloud, and a languid woman revealed her figure.

"Guest, is there anything you need?" a layer of gray appeared on the woman's skin, but it would quickly make people ignore the past, because her voice was so seductive that even if it was the same woman, Miss Jenny felt that her heart was beating a little faster.

"I, I ......" she didn't dare to say that she walked in to see if there was a cheap pick-up here.

"My name is the Siren, do you have anything you need? we can buy everything here, we can sell everything, hehe. "This languid woman is naturally Thea's creation in the Sea of Souls, a demigod banshee siren who mixes soul power, wealth power, and artistic power.

In order to promote economic circulation, well, at least Thea thinks so, idle is idle, she sent the Banshee King out to do a little "small business".

"Don't be nervous, sit down and eat something. With a wave of her hand, the banshee conjured up a huge dining table, on which all sorts of delicacies that Miss Jenny had never seen were laid out for her to enjoy.

After drinking for half the night, and tossing and turning in fear for a long time, Miss Jenny was really a little hungry, and when she was signaled that the sirens could eat as she pleased, she grabbed a chicken leg and ate it.

She had never been to a Michelin restaurant, but she felt that her mouth was full of joy, so delicious, she ate a meal in a daze, and finally drank a bowl of soup, her idea was very simple, she had no money to pay the bill anyway, and she owed it if it was a big deal.

The siren didn't care about her little citizen at all, and the demigod banshee kept a smile, "Guest, is there anything else you need? Would you like to make a deal with us?"

Believing that she had taken advantage, Miss Jenny's sanity at this time recovered a little, and she asked uncertainly, "What kind of deal?" I thought to myself that these guys couldn't be organ traffickers, shouldn't I run away?

"Cars, houses, weapons, superpowers, you name it. ”

The siren saw her confusion and continued, "Of course, your trade includes all your things, money, goods, and even your life and soul. ”