Chapter 1: 1.Waitress
At 10:44 AM, Jenny Jane declared as she sat down opposite the desk in a guest chair, crossing her legs with poise and placing one hand elegantly on the armrest. "We've got 1 hour and 47 minutes until 12:30 PM. Mr. Vieri, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Lowering her voice slightly, she shifted her legs and offered a composed, almost taunting smile, her gaze fixed intently on Cesare Vieri. "Now, you have precisely 1 hour and 47 minutes to convince me that you're an excellent agent."
Cesare Vieri remained unflappable, his demeanor icy as ever, though the faintest ripple touched his nose and a barely discernible flicker lit his eyes. Jenny knew she had piqued his interest.
"Very well," Cesare said, his attention now undeniably captured. "You've succeeded in getting my attention; consider that a point in your favor."
He pulled out a blank file folder, snapping it open with a crisp gesture, offering a cool formality as he asked, "Shall we begin officially?"
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Three and a half months earlier, Los Angeles
Jenny Jane—formerly Chen Zhen—stared at her reflection in the mirror, her expression stern.
It was a strikingly beautiful face.
Jenny Jane, aged twenty, was in the prime of her life where beauty is concerned. Unlike her contemporaries from the distant East, she had learned makeup since seventh grade (first year of junior high) and six or seven years of practice allowed her to enhance her appearance masterfully. Even without makeup, however, Jenny Jane would still be considered a beauty by any standard.
Her features bore strong Teutonic traits—a classic blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a prominent nose, deep-set eyes, and pronounced facial contours. Her bright green eyes sparkled against her long, straight golden locks, creating an enchantingly pleasant sight. Standing at five feet six inches (1.67 meters) tall with a figure that was, by Caucasian standards, far from overweight, Jenny Jane garnered more than her fair share of stares on the street and enjoyed the privileges of being a beauty even when trying to enter some of the city's popular nightclubs sans waiting in line.
By all accounts, she had no reason to appear so serious. For someone like her, life should never be devoid of joy.
Yet, her current demeanor spoke otherwise, evident from the tight line of her lips and the tension in her shoulders. Jenny Jane—or rather, Chen Zhen—was under immense pressure.
Her distress was not unwarranted.
She had time-traveled, leaping from 2014 to 2001, Beijing to Los Angeles, and transforming from a person of Asian descent into a Caucasian woman.
It was now 2001, a time when computers were just becoming mainstream, and the internet was beginning to revolutionize people's lives. Bulky mobile phones were giving way to sleeker models, but Steve Jobs had yet to unveil the revolutionary iPhone, and even the iPod that would change the music industry hadn't been released yet. To Chen Zhen, who hailed from 2014, this era felt antiquated, stripped of social media platforms like Weibo, Twitter, and Facebook. Communication tools like ICQ and MSN, which had already become relics in the fast-paced world of technology, were the norm here. Had she not found herself reborn in early 21st-century America, Chen Zhen might not have remembered these terms, much less realized how much her life had been shaped by these technologies, and how inconvenient life could be in the early 2000s.
However, this wasn't her biggest problem.
The most pressing issue was that she had gone to bed in Beijing and awakened thirteen years in the past, reincarnated into the body of a white American woman, inheriting all her memories.
Jenny Jane Jefferson, born in 1981, with a Social Security Number of 422-11-6742, came from a low-income family in Alabama. Her father was a convicted robber serving over a century-long sentence since she was six. Her mother abandoned the family and never made contact again. After her grandmother's passing, Jenny Jane entered the foster care system, moving between multiple foster homes before completing high school and coming to Los Angeles two years ago in search of acting opportunities. However, success eluded her, and she currently worked as a waitress in a restaurant.
In summary, Jenny Jane's story was not unlike that of struggling artists in China's entertainment industry—the Hollywood equivalent of a "Beijing drifter," hoping to leverage her good looks and youth to carve out a place for herself in Tinseltown.
The person trapped in Jenny Jane's body, formerly known as Chen Zhen, had a vastly different background:
Chen Zhen, born in 1982, held an identity card number omitted here, was from a comfortable family in Hangzhou. Both her parents were civil servants. She passed the national college entrance exam to enroll in the Beijing Film Academy's Acting Department. During her college years, she began dating a wealthy businessman five years her senior, married him upon graduation, and had a child by then. At the time of her transmigration, her child was eight years old, and she was in the midst of a divorce proceeding. With her in-laws gradually stepping aside, her husband inherited control of the company, and several properties were registered under her name, indicating that she stood to gain assets worth over thirty million dollars in real estate alone after the divorce settlement.
The disparities between Jenny Jane's and Chen Zhen's lives were stark, especially considering their projected trajectories a decade later—one potentially ending up destitute while the other would be a financially secure single woman.
Desperately longing to return to her original body, the thought of suicide crossed her mind—but she knew it wouldn't work.
Because her rebirth wasn't random; she was reborn with a mission.
Dominate Hollywood.
Those five vague words became clear to her as soon as she woke up in Jenny Jane's body: the day she dominated Hollywood, she would be granted the choice to decide whether to return.
Setting aside the daunting challenge of conquering Hollywood, Chen Zhen immediately noticed a logical inconsistency—wouldn't she already be living the dream if she managed to dominate Hollywood? Why would she want to go back then?
Following that train of thought, she pondered whether there existed another Chen Zhen concurrently living in Hangzhou. If they were to meet, what would happen? And if Jenny Jane wasn't in her own body, where was she? Was she now in Chen Zhen's body?
Unfortunately, these questions were unanswerable for now. Firstly, whenever she dwelled on them, she experienced physical headaches. Secondly, even if she could endure the pain, she lacked the funds for a flight to Beijing, let alone the likelihood of securing a Chinese visa given her current penniless status.
Jenny Jane finished high school with mediocre academic achievements, scoring less than half of what was needed on the SAT. Even if she'd secured a college placement, tuition fees would have been prohibitive, and graduating from a subpar institution would likely lead to job prospects no better than those of a restaurant waitress.
On the other hand, Chen Zhen herself, having majored in acting and spent her post-college years as a housewife to a wealthy businessman, had focused all her skills on keeping her husband's affection and accumulating personal wealth, rendering her practically useless in the professional world.
The combined knowledge and persona of both women now residing in the body referred to as Jenny Jane had more immediate concerns than seeking out 'Chen Zhen' in China. The priority was to improve her lot in life significantly and, in the broader scheme of things, attempt to conquer Hollywood—though she seriously doubted whether she would want to return once she achieved such heights.
After working in the restaurant for two days, the desire to break free from poverty burned fiercely within Jenny Jane. She yearned to land a film role immediately and embark on her acting career—no matter how grueling it might be, it would surely beat standing in a restaurant for twelve-hour shifts.
With the urgency of changing her fate weighing heavily on her, Jenny Jane took a deep breath, glanced at her watch, and turned away from the mirror to resume her shift: her lunch break was over, and the afternoon shift had begun.
Indeed, at present, she was nothing more than a restaurant waitress.
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