When Ying Zijin acted as Yun Heyue's assistant, she only wore a mask and did not disguise herself.
When she went to the "Youth 202" program, she only let Qin Lingyu and Xie Manyu see her without a mask.
Producer Lee, the director, and the other staff did not notice at all. They even forgot about Yun Heyue's assistant.
All the matters were handled by the female secretary.
"Accept the punishment of the genius!" This program was very popular, but it was far less popular than entertainment variety shows. After all, there were too few people who would watch academic programs.
How many people would spend their free time watching a group of top students discuss the Laplace transformation?
It could be said that most of the audience watched because of Ying Zijin's looks.
The person who discovered the problem was one of Ying Zijin's number one fangirls.
She even joined the "Miracle Medicine Couple" and relied on photoshop every day to survive.
Originally, she only felt that this photo was familiar, but the more she looked at it, the more she felt that something was wrong.
Therefore, she took a screenshot of Ying Zijin's side profile and compared it with this photo.
In the end, she determined that this was Ying Zijin from the length of her eyelashes, hairstyle, forehead, and a series of other clues.
However, after she posted this comment, she was immediately ridiculed.
[This is hilarious. Yingshen? I think she's just an ugly freak. There's someone here. With a mask, she's a beauty. If she takes off her mask, she'll affect the city's appearance.]
[I checked. This Yingshen is from Qing Zhi High School, one of the top three high schools in Hua. Let's not talk about how rich Qing Zhi is, right? Why would she go and be an assistant? Stop dreaming.]
[If she's Yingshen, I'll break her neck for you.]
Without a face-to-face comparison, it was indeed difficult to convince others.
The fangirl was very angry.
She typed a few words on her phone and sent out two private messages.
[Grandpa, look, this is Yingshen, right?]
[Those people actually said that Yingshen is not as good-looking as Ye Xi. I'm so angry!]
**
When Old Mr. Zhong received these two private messages, he had just come out of the Imperial Capital Airport and got into the car.
Ying Zijin came to pick him up, and Ying Tianlu was on the way.
She didn't have many feelings for Ying Tianlv, and all her feelings for him were very weak.
The number of people that she truly cared about in her heart could be counted with one hand.
Ying Tianlv knew that as well. Therefore, he did not move too close to Wu Qi, but just stood aside silently.
"Zijin, is this you?" Old Master Zhong waved his phone. After asking, he was certain. "It must be you."
He could recognize her even if she was wrapped in an Arabian robe.
Ying Zijin glanced at it and said, "It's me."
As long as the things on Weibo did not jump in front of her, she did not need to care.
Ying Tianlu also looked at Zhang Xuan with a slight frown. "Assistant? Do you need money? Big Brother has some here. "
"Well, no, I'm going to sneak in —" Ying Zijin's expression did not change. "Look at the little fresh meat."
"Okay, okay." Old Mr. Zhong agreed and was happy. "Look at more, and you will have more choices. Then you won't be cheated."
Ying Tianlu was speechless.
He felt that his sister was talking nonsense with a straight face.
After seeing a man like Fu Yunshen, who else could catch her eye?
Old Mr. Zhong continued, "After the New Year, it will be your coming of age ceremony soon. You'll be old enough to get engaged. Grandpa will help you check."
Ying Zijin was thoughtful. "Engagement?"
Coming of age ceremony? Was that what it meant?
"Yes, wait until Grandpa chooses all the young masters from Hu City and the Imperial Capital. I'll let you see." Old Mr. Zhong nodded. "But don't get engaged. You've only been back for two years. Grandpa wants you to stay for a longer time."
Ying Zijin yawned. "Grandpa, don't worry. I won't get married."
What was the use of getting married?
"No, no." Old Mr. Zhong blew his beard and glared. "I still want to have a great-grandchild."
Ying Zijin was expressionless. She turned her head and said, "You still have a grandson."
"I'm not a child. What choice do adults have?" Old Mr. Zhong waved his hand. "I want both great-grandchildren."
"…"
"That's right, Tianlu. You'll be 26 this year after your birthday." Old Mr. Zhong was reminded. "I won't ask you to give birth to a great-grandchild for me. You should at least bring someone home, right?"
Ying Tianlu didn't expect the fire to come directly to him. He looked a little irritated. "Grandpa, let's talk about it later."
"I think no one wants you." Old Mr. Zhong snorted. "Where did you say you were going?"
"The Feng Shui Alliance." Ying Tianlu sighed. "It's on a street in the south. There's a temple there. I'm going to burn some incense there."
Ying Zijin turned her head. "The Feng Shui Alliance?"
Ying Tianlu saw that the girl took the initiative to ask him. His heart ached, but more than that, he was happy.
He sat up straight and explained seriously, "The Feng Shui Alliance is an organization formed by several very powerful Feng Shui masters and some Feng Shui enthusiasts in the Imperial Capital."
"Even the Family Mu and the Nie family sometimes go to the Feng Shui Alliance to ask those Feng Shui masters to help with the Feng Shui."
"There are also builders. When choosing a place to build a tall building, they also ask the Feng Shui masters to give them advice."
In this way, they could seek luck and avoid disaster.
There were more than a dozen Feng Shui masters in the Feng Shui Alliance, but only three of them were the most famous.
Ying Tianlu made an appointment with a Feng Shui master with the surname Wen Ren. The outside world called him Master Wen Ren.
He was also lucky to make an appointment successfully.
Every time he met Master Wenren, the price would start at 500,000 yuan, and that was not including the questions he would ask and the solution he would provide.
As long as he could know why he had such a dream, Ying Tianlu didn't care how much money he had to spend.
"I see." Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "Among those Feng Shui masters, is there anyone with the surname Diwu?"
She hadn't heard of any Feng Shui Alliance in the Imperial Capital.
There was a similar organization during the dynasty, but it didn't survive long and was banned by the imperial court.
"Diwu?" Ying Tianlu hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "I don't think so."
Ying Zijin bowed her head and thought for a moment.
It seemed to be just a very ordinary organization.
Even if there were fewer and fewer people with the talent of divination in the Diwu family, other Feng Shui masters were still incomparable.
Ying Zijin opened WeChat and clicked on Diwu Yue's profile picture.
[Do you know about the Feng Shui Alliance?]
The reply was very fast. It was obvious that he didn't copy the book properly.
[Feng Shui Alliance? Yes, I know. I always go there to cheat people to make money. Hehe, there are so many fools there. I just need to fool them a few times.]
Ying Zijin looked up, glanced at Ying Tianlu, and then looked away.
She remembered that Diwu Shaoxuan was not like Diwu Yue.
Diwu Yue's wealth accumulation was comparable to César Laurent's.
At this time, Diwu Yue sent another message.
[I'm going to the Feng Shui Alliance in the afternoon. Master Ying, do you want to go with me?]
Diwu Yue called her master because her grandfather, Diwu Chuan, pulled her ear every day and repeatedly told her that Ying Zijin was a master and the person the Diwu family should follow.
Diwu Yue was not the head of the Diwu family, so she didn't know about Diwu Shaoxuan.
But even if Diwu Chuan didn't say so, Diwu Yue had already seen that Ying Zijin was unusual.
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes, looked lazy, and typed a few words.
[Well, I'll go with you.]
[Okay, see you in the afternoon. Master Ying, don't worry. People in the Feng Shui Alliance know me. You don't have to pay to go in with me.]
[Don't call me Master Ying.]
[Ah, why?]
[It sounds too old.]
[…]
**
Ying Zijin sent Old Mr. Zhong to the hotel. After having lunch with him, she left.
She took a taxi to the Feng Shui Alliance.
The Feng Shui Alliance was not hidden. It was in a building next to the temple.
After Ying Zijin got out of the car, she saw Diwu Yue squatting on the steps like a refugee, biting a foxtail.
"Little sister!" Diwu Yue immediately jumped up. "You're finally here."
"Well." Ying Zijin put on a mask. "Let's go."
"In fact, 80% of the people in this Feng Shui Alliance are liars," Diwu Yue said. "But some people believe it. You see, if you want to enter this door, you have to pay ninety-nine yuan for the ticket. They're so good at making money."
After that, she patted her chest again. "But I'm a Feng Shui master here, so I can save money on the ticket."
After seeing the identity card hanging on Diwu Yue's body, the person in charge of the ticket check let her in.
There were a lot of people and many stalls inside.
Some were fortune tellers, some were fortune tellers, and some were fortune tellers. There were all kinds of strange things.
"Little sister, this way." Diwu Yue took Ying Zijin inside. After a few turns, they came to a house.
Ying Zijin looked up. "What's this?"
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