After Jenny steals the editor-in-chief's position from Lulu with the 'help' of the magazine owner, Lulu quits her job. In the following weeks, her life changes dramatically. She unplugs the phone and hides at home, watching soap operas rented from Blockbuster. With a bowl of instant noodles and a cup of coffee on the stand next to her sofa, she watches them around the clock, living in a fantasy world that takes her away from the realities of war or severe acute respiratory syndrome-related news. Instead of getting herself into real cat fights, office politics or heartbreaking relationships with men, she watches other people suffer. Their characters' torment makes her feel not too bad about her own situation. As she cries and laughs at their silliness, she feels she has outsmarted them. Lulu prefers kung fu soap operas such as The Water Marshals and The Eagle-Shooting Heroes. Kung fu stories are always set in stunning desert, lake or forest locations - a real contrast to the concrete jungle in which she lives. At times, the fight scenes are violent, but they are aesthetically so. Each time she sees a duel on screen, she imagines herself scrapping with Jenny. It would perhaps be more honourable than behind-the-back mischief. Because she has rented so many videos and DVDs, Blockbuster sends her a free gift, Robert Kiyosaki's Rich Dad, Poor Dad series workshop. Lulu watches it for the sake of practising English and as a change of pace. But soon, she is captivated. In the video, Kiyosaki talks about the Cashflow Quadrant; the differences between an employee and a business owner and explains why most employees go from job to job while others quit their jobs and build business empires. According to Kiyosaki, one can get rich as a business owner, or stay a member of the middle class as an excellent employee. He encourages people to find their own business models rather than rely on corporations for financial freedom. Lulu is inspired and cheered up by this god-sent video. 'I'm on the right track to financial freedom by quitting my job. I should have my own business and be my own boss,' she tells herself. 'But the next step is to find the right business. That is to say, what can I do?' She looks at the piles of soap-opera cassettes on her living-room floor and she finds the answer: manufacturing soap operas. 'Isn't my life like a soap opera?' Lulu wonders. She recalls the parties, the dinners and the dates she has had. Yes, her life is so dramatic. But how can she write them down? It would probably take her 10 years to finish it. She thinks of what Jenny said: 'The only thing China doesn't lack is people'. Yes, she was right. 'If I can hire a team of writers to work with me, we can form several production lines. Networks need content to fill in their time slots. We can even go international since we can sell rights to other countries!' Lulu thinks, all excited. Lulu is a go-getter. A week later, she meets a producer in the lobby of the Shangri-La hotel. He is good-looking, well-dressed and smooth. She tosses around her ideas for the soap opera. He says he wants to hear more, and asks if they can meet the next day. Lulu arrives at the hotel and rings him in his room. He says: 'Come upstairs.' But she becomes suspicious when she sees the room: it is gorgeous, and he has wine, soft music, and cheese and crackers. Lulu has one, two, three glasses of California Mountain Chablis. His hand is on her thigh, and his other arm around her. Lulu deftly slips away and asks from a distance: 'Is this also part of your job?' The man replies: 'Yes.' 'Don't you feel ashamed?' 'I love women,' the man says. 'My job allows me to meet lovely women like you. It's a privilege. Why should I feel ashamed?' 'I love your honesty. Welcome to my first reality TV show!' Lulu says, pointing at the concealed camera she had set up while her host opened the wine in the kitchen. The man stares at the small red light, dumbfounded.