Ming Jiayi shrugged indifferently. She was about to say that she didn't need it, but then she suddenly remembered her third mission.

Part of the third mission involves increasing your reputation!

She needs marketing! Absolutely.

Ming Jiayi scratched her head lightly with her index finger and suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.

"Creating buzz and grabbing attention, right? I have a great idea."

…

"Camera crew, next up are the artists from Joyful Entertainment."

"receive."

The black van slowly drove to the front of the red carpet. The greeter stepped forward and opened the car door. Then, the four boys slowly got out of the car one by one.

They were all dressed in black suits, the only differences being the ties they wore and their varying leg lengths.

The four young men walked forward, and the surrounding noise was no different from before.

The production team set up blue warning tape around the perimeter, with security guards standing by to prevent fans from entering.

The people responsible for creating a disturbance are all hired by the production team to film videos, so no matter who is present, they will cooperate by shouting loudly to create an atmosphere.

Ming Jiayi's pink convertible sports car followed behind their nanny van. Su Yu was driving, while Ming Jiayi was sitting in the passenger seat.

Because Mo Xing was the agent, she went ahead and entered the venue through the back door emergency exit.

The greeter opened Ming Jiayi's car door, and upon seeing her, he was momentarily stunned...

Ming Jiayi smiled, gently lifting her skirt before slowly getting out of the car.

As far as the eye could see, everyone stared at Ming Jiayi in surprise, while Ming Jiayi appeared extremely poised, composed, and calm.

The extras responsible for creating atmosphere momentarily forgot to shout; almost every one of them was somewhat...

stupid...

In the quiet atmosphere, Ming Jiayi quickly walked up to the photographers and reporters. The ruthless robots saw someone coming and casually pressed the shutter.

But the moment they looked up, they were stunned.

Ming Jiayi struck a few poses very naturally, and then started to walk forward.

But then the photographers and reporters stopped her.

"Ming Jiayi, is that thing on your shoulder real?"

"Oh my god, what a colorful parrot! How did it manage to perch so obediently on your shoulder?"

"Waaaaah, is it a priceless treasure from the Ming or Gu family? So cute!"

"My God, can I take a few more pictures? Is this some kind of rare treasure?"

"Ahhh, I want one too! Look over here, look over here!"

"Oh my god, this parrot and you are such a good match! Is it true? Is it true? Can I touch it?"

Ming Jiayi maintained a perfect smile as she reached out and teased the colorful parrot perched on her shoulder, replying gently and sweetly.

"Of course it's real, no doubt about it. And it can even talk!"

The Bull Skeleton King, which Ming Jiayi used as a tool bird, was particularly cooperative. It squeaked twice, and after confirming that everyone could hear it, it began to mimic Ming Jiayi's speech.

"Really, really, he can talk, he can talk."

Ming Jiayi controlled her expression, trying her best not to laugh too exaggeratedly.

Not long ago, when Mo Xing was trying to find a way to make her stand out, she suddenly remembered this cute, ever-changing little spirit pet that she had forgotten about for a long time.

Didn't Mo Xing say she wanted to find a snake for her to wear around her neck?

Wouldn't it be even better if she transformed into a talking, flying, colorful, and intelligent parrot that perched on her shoulder?

So she had a bright idea and put the box-shaped Bull Skull King into her bag.

She then had Su Yu and Mo Xing escort her back to the Ming family. There, she transformed the bull skull into a parrot, using it as a pretext to claim that it was a rare treasure found by Ming Fengche.

When Mo Xing and Su Yu first saw the Bull Skeleton King, they were just as shocked as the people present. Just the fact that it could make an ordinary parrot stand obediently on their shoulders was already quite impressive.

Ming Jiayi's parrot is not only colorful and can stand up, but it can also talk!

This was absolutely breathtaking!

Photographers, reporters, and even some staff members on site all picked up whatever cameras or video recorders they had and kept snapping pictures of Ming Jiayi and the parrot, seemingly mesmerized.

This matter was quickly posted on Weibo and became the top trending topic, attracting the attention of a large number of viewers and fans.

A reporter tried to cross the safety line, and he got closer and closer to Ming Jiayi, trying to reach out and grab the parrot.

Ming Jiayi quickly stepped back, and everyone saw that the parrot remained unaffected, perched on Ming Jiayi's shoulder.

That's amazing.

"Don't touch it, it'll get angry," Ming Jiayi replied with a grin.

The Bull Skeleton King shouted back, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Suddenly, the scene erupted, and a commotion reached Ming Jiayi's ears. The crowd surged forward like a pot of water, frantically taking photos with their phones and cameras.

"Wow! What kind of magical bird is that! My God, forgive me for being so naive!"

"My God, this parrot must be some ancient mythical beast! It has a soul!"

"Ming Jiayi! Can I touch it?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive! Aren't many parrots able to mimic their owners' speech? Even ordinary animal trainers can do the skill of perching on someone's shoulder."

"If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself? All you do is talk."

"Then how do you explain its color?"

"It's dyed!"

"Stop pushing me! Help!"

The scene was in complete chaos, with staff members losing all order, and people inside being drawn out by the noise.

Fan Wenfeng moved a stool and stood high at the entrance. He had just been shouting into the walkie-talkie for a long time, asking them what had happened, but none of the people in the group answered him.

He was holding a microphone, and he had also dragged out a speaker, which he now placed at his feet.

He shouted into the microphone, "Hey, what are you guys doing? Are you still going to hold the event? You don't want your salaries anymore, huh?"

Seeing that the people didn't react and continued taking pictures frantically, Fan Wenfeng started muttering again.

"There are more people coming in! Beep beep beep beep! If you don't pay attention to me, everyone here will have their wages docked! I'm serious!"

They finally reacted, all looking at Fan Wenfeng, then whispering among themselves.

"How did you do with the photos? Send them to me."

"Still watching? The assistant director's going to get angry."

"It's okay, he's a very nice person, he won't really dock your pay. Send me the photo quickly."