A mechanical voice sounded in his mind. Before Shawn Carter could even react, the binding was already complete—this system sure moved fast.

“It can be really powerful.” Shawn Carter immediately tried to communicate telepathically: “Movie Fund System, this is Shawn Carter. From now on, I’m counting on you to help me cheat through life.”

The system was quite proper as well. After Shawn Carter introduced himself, it introduced itself too: [The system comes from the Anima Star in the M78 Nebula. Not sure why it was sent to Earth. The main functions are to obtain movie production funds, scripts, and filming tutorials through a lottery. Note: The newbie gift pack allows one free draw.]

A sleepyhead meets a pillow, lacking funds brings investment, not knowing how to make a movie brings tutorials—Shawn Carter finally understood why, as a child, he always scored 59 on exams, always got caught by teachers after leaving the arcade, bought instant noodles several times without getting the seasoning packet, and kept hitting walls in the entertainment industry. Turns out, it was all to accumulate luck for this very moment.

If life deceives you, don’t be sad, don’t be anxious—you’re just accumulating for the system!

“Draw now.” As soon as Shawn Carter finished speaking, a six-segmented large wheel appeared in his mind, with faint movie posters emerging on the surface, namely—

【“Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring” filming tutorial and funds】

【“Let the Bullets Fly” filming tutorial and funds】

【“Green Book” filming tutorial and funds】

【“Kill Bill” filming tutorial and funds】

【“Parasite” filming tutorial and funds】

【“Identity” filming tutorial and funds】

“System, your taste is as good as mine. Not a single one of these six movies has a rating below eight.” As a film critic, Shawn Carter had seen them all, and his favorite was “Let the Bullets Fly.” Any one of these, if shot by a sophomore film student, would be a real knockout.

[They’re not that great.] The system replied, sounding a bit shy, as if it hadn’t experienced flattery before.

Shawn Carter left the office building and wandered over to the small green park. The landmark was a little pyramid. There were quite a few couples being lovey-dovey in the park, and above was the performance building, so he walked to the right, found a quiet corner by the sports field, and continued chatting with the bashful system.

“Can you swap ‘Parasite’ and ‘Green Book’ for something else? Sure, they both won the Oscar for Best Picture, but the former is about poverty in Korea, and the latter is about racial discrimination against Black people. For a pure-blooded Chinese guy like me to make these, it just doesn’t make sense.” Shawn Carter mused. Although he did like exposing the scars of other countries, if he could win awards by doing so, all the better.

But that’s something for after he’s famous. Without fame, it’s just asking for trouble.

“When I become famous, I’ll definitely make movies that expose other countries’ wounds!” With the system, Shawn Carter set a small goal in his heart.

[Rules cannot be changed.] The system replied, then asked: [Would you like to start the draw?]

“Alright, can’t change it this time, but next time for sure.” Shawn Carter thought to himself, if he ever got the chance to woo the system, wouldn’t that be the peak of life?

What? The system has no gender, no idea of sex, and no physical form.

As long as my charm is high enough, I’ll seduce you even if you’re the CEO!

“Please, not ‘Parasite’ or ‘Green Book’—‘Identity’ would be best. Small setting, easy to control.” Shawn Carter prayed as the wheel began to spin.

The wheel spun so fast he couldn’t make out a single word, let alone spot a pattern. Shawn Carter called out “stop” by instinct, and the pointer instantly landed on “Kill Bill.”

“Huh?”

“I drew the foot-fetish maniac Quentin.” This result really caught Shawn Carter off guard.

The next second, the system immediately said: [Congratulations, host, you have obtained the ‘Kill Bill’ filming tutorial and a dedicated production fund of 65,270,317 RMB.]

“Uh…”

“Hmm—”

“There are so many things to roast about this, I can’t even react right now.”

Shawn Carter composed himself, then began to ask, “Why is the special fund such an odd number? Down to the last digit—how did you estimate it so precisely?”

“And over sixty million—while I believe you can get this money safely and legally, why would such a huge sum end up in my hands for me to blow on making a movie? It just doesn’t make sense.” Shawn Carter really didn’t want to get nabbed by the tax bureau right after transmigrating. Even if he sold his original parents’ publishing house and factory, it’d be hard to scrape together that much.

The system explained: [The host purchased a Japanese year-end JUMBO lottery ticket and won the first prize and the adjacent first prizes. The total prize is 1 billion yen, which has just been deposited into the host’s account.]

Shawn Carter sucked in a breath of cold air—he was just thinking of having a bowl of cold noodles later. No wonder it was so precise; turns out, sixty-some million RMB is the conversion from 1 billion yen.

“It’s not that I’m being naggy, system.” Nor was it that Shawn Carter had too many questions—it’s just that after reading so many novels, he’d never seen such a wild approach.

He asked, “I’ve never been to Japan, and if I win the lottery there, isn’t it tax-free? Even if it’s tax-free in Japan, shouldn’t I still pay personal income tax?”