Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

After translating and reading three chapters of China Arc, I'm seriously considering dropping this novel. I'm speechless, and my hatred for the Chinese author is increasing again. Let me be honest with you all—if I ever met the author of this novel in real life, I swear I'd punch him in the face. No joke. Think I'm kidding? Read this, and then tell me if you still think I'm joking.

(Beware tho, down here is highly poisonous.)

BTW I'LL JUST WHOLLY SKIP THIS ARC AND START TRANSLATING IT AGAIN AFTER MARTIN IS BACK ON Los Angeles.

Gordon, unfamiliar with such hospitality, whispered to Martin in bewilderment, "Martin, what are they doing? Are they taking us to a hotel?"

"No, they're taking us to his house."

Gordon was stunned. In the West, people generally maintained a certain distance in personal relationships. The idea o f inviting a near-stranger to one's home was unfathomable to him.

"Are all Easterners this friendly?" he muttered, only to have Jiang Wen overhear him.

Jiang Wen answered in fluent English, "No, no, no. In the East, only in China can you find such magnanimous people. We're a great nation with immense tolerance. Neighboring countries like Japan or South Korea? Their people are far less generous in social interactions."

Wang Shuo chimed in, "Japan's 'generosity' is famous too. Their housewives are known to bring strangers home, and their schoolgirls, when short on money, engage in compensated dating. Husbands and fathers don't even mind!"

"What? There's actually a country like that?"

Hearing Martin's translation, Gordon's jaw dropped, staring at Wang Shuo in disbelief.

Wang Shuo nodded solemnly. "Absolutely true."

[TL/N: See ya tommorow.]