Chapter 138 Fox Spirit, Please Protect Me

Although it was already 10 p.m. after the entire Dream Awards ended, the chief editor of the organizer still very warmly invited Zhang Mo and Zhang Chenxiao to have a late-night snack together.

This timing is indeed still early for people in the entertainment industry who are always on the go.

So Zhang Mo, following local customs, readily agreed.

Although it was supposed to be a late-night snack, the place we went to was clearly not one of those common barbecue or hot pot restaurants, but rather a private kitchen with a garden-style layout.

With its soaring eaves and intricate brackets, winding paths lead to secluded spots. Stepping inside feels like traveling through time to an ancient Jiangnan courtyard. A gentle evening breeze carries the fragrance of grass and trees, instantly making one forget the hustle and bustle of the city.

The editor-in-chief, surnamed Tang, is a 53-year-old woman who exudes competence and elegance. Despite the cold weather, she wore a sleeveless, deep-V dress, demonstrating remarkable professionalism. She refused to put on any extra layers on the entire way from the venue to the private restaurant, remaining upright and determined not to add anything until she entered the private room. Only then did she gracefully accept a wool shawl from her assistant and gently drape it over her shoulders.

After entering the room, Zhang Mo secretly checked the average cost per person on her phone: 30,000 yuan.

It seems that this very superstitious editor-in-chief didn't just want to get to know me casually, but rather had something to ask of me.

Sure enough, the assistant left, leaving only the three of them and the fox in the private room.

The dishes were ordered by Editor-in-Chief Tang. There were three of us, and we ordered a whole table of dishes. Fortunately, although the plating looked fancy, the actual portions were very small, so it wasn't a waste.

Then, they ordered a very expensive bottle of red wine and even ordered a separate pet meal for the little fox.

Unfortunately, the little fox didn't buy it at all. It jumped onto the table, wagging its fluffy tail, and circled the bottle of red wine in a seductive manner.

Zhang Chenxiao asked Zhang Mo in a low voice, "Look, doesn't your fox look like it's doing a pole dance with that bottle of wine?"

Zhang Mo: "..." You don't have to put it so vividly.

Zhang Mo smiled at the astonished Editor-in-Chief Tang: "I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Tang, you must be embarrassed. It seems that it won't give up today unless it drinks some."

Even the self-proclaimed worldly-wise Editor-in-Chief Tang was astonished: "Foxes can drink alcohol?"

Fortunately, Zhang Mo's knowledge was enough to fool most people: "Foxes also have alcohol dehydrogenase and aldehyde dehydrogenase in their bodies, which can metabolize ingested alcohol. As long as it's a small amount of alcohol, it can be gradually broken down into carbon dioxide and water and excreted from the body. So there's no need to worry."

Zhang Chenxiao: "Wow."

Editor-in-Chief Tang: "Oh."

I couldn't understand it, but it sounded very convincing.

Editor-in-Chief Tang laughed: "Then let it drink it, it's fine. The little guy has worked hard today too. We're having a private get-together, so let's be casual and have fun."

Since this type of aged red wine doesn't need much decanting, Zhang Mo simply poured half a bowl for the little fox from the bowl on the table, placed it on the coffee table next to it, and said, "That's all. Drinking too much is bad for your health. Be a good boy/girl. Okay?"

The little fox nodded obediently.

Then, with a light leap, he landed on the coffee table and began to savor the wine alone.

The pet's intelligence and understanding left Editor-in-Chief Tang speechless: "President Zhang is truly..." She struggled to find the right words, finally managing to exclaim, "He's a man of few words."

Zhang Mo smiled faintly: "You flatter me."

Editor-in-Chief Tang is a very sociable person. Throughout the meal, she made witty remarks, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The meal was very enjoyable, and the group even exchanged contact information in a friendly manner. After a few rounds of drinks, Editor-in-Chief Tang finally got to the point: "I invited you two out alone today because I really have something to ask of you." At this moment, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by deep fatigue and worry.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo and Zhang Chenxiao put down their chopsticks, sat up straight, and listened attentively.

"Two months ago, my elderly mother passed away at the age of 80." Editor-in-Chief Tang sighed slightly, a trace of sadness in his eyes. "Our family originally thought that her peaceful passing without illness or disaster was a happy occasion."

Not long after, all sorts of strange things started happening in the house.

Things inexplicably moved; I'd suddenly wake up cold while sleeping; the family dog ​​would suddenly become restless and bark wildly in directions where no one was around; the nanny even said she saw a dark shadow circling in the living room when she got up at night.

Zhang Chenxiao and Zhang Mo exchanged a glance.

Zhang Chenxiao: Can you handle it?

Zhang Mo: Basic operation.

"The most outrageous thing is that my daughter is a senior in college, studying screenwriting. She is writing her graduation project. She manages to write 4,000 words every day, but when she checks the next day, they are all gone... It's driving her crazy." Editor Tang's voice was full of heartache.

Zhang Chenxiao: "......."

Zhang Mo: "......"

That would definitely lead to a collapse.

"To be honest, at first, I didn't care. You probably know I believe in these superstitious things, and people in the industry call me superstitious behind my back, I know that too," Editor-in-Chief Tang said with a wry smile. "At first, I thought maybe the old man couldn't bear to leave me and the children, and after a while, he would naturally pass away. I even consulted Master Zhuge, with whom I often collaborate, and he gave the same answer. After all, the old man is quite old, and it wouldn't be appropriate to forcibly send him off in any dramatic way, so it's better to let nature take its course."

This Master Zhuge and Editor-in-Chief Tang have known each other for the past five years. He can accurately predict her family's affairs, and Editor-in-Chief Tang trusts his expertise.

"But then they started messing with my daughter's papers on her computer, which is just outrageous. My mom is so old, she doesn't even know how to use a smartphone, how could she possibly use a computer?!"

So I went to consult Master Zhuge, and he actually told me that this was a new skill I had just learned in the underworld's senior citizens' university after I died! At this point, Editor Tang himself showed an incredulous expression. "I'm just superstitious, I'm not mentally challenged! How could he think I would believe such nonsense!"

Zhang Chenxiao couldn't hold back and slammed his fist on the table, laughing wildly: "Hahahahahaha!"

Zhang Mo: "...May Buddha forgive you."

Zhang Chenxiao: "111111".

Editor-in-Chief Tang looked at the two of them helplessly, his eyes full of pleading: "So I knew that Master Zhuge was probably not going to be able to solve this problem. That's why I thought of the two of you."

Xiaoxiao's reputation has spread throughout the entertainment industry, and Boss Zhang's team is full of hidden talents. So, I'd like to ask you two for your help. Could you offer some advice on how to resolve this matter in my family?

Zhang Chenxiao, who was renowned but actually knew nothing, looked at Zhang Mo and tentatively said, "Then why don't we have Master Yu come over and take a look together?"

The word "together" is used very cleverly.

Anyway, I can't let my persona as the "number one fortune teller in the Chinese entertainment industry" collapse.

Just as Zhang Mo was about to nod, the little fox on the coffee table next to her leaped up and jumped right in front of Editor-in-Chief Tang.

Editor-in-Chief Tang: "???"

Zhang Chenxiao: "?"

Zhang Mo: "......"

The little fox stared intently at Editor-in-Chief Tang, but its tail tip kept circling around Editor-in-Chief Tang's wine glass.

Editor-in-Chief Tang, being somewhat superstitious, immediately understood and exclaimed excitedly, "Could this be the fox spirit that President Zhang keeps by his side?!"

Zhang Mo: "..."

Editor-in-Chief Tang was overjoyed: "Does the Fox Fairy mean that it can solve this problem?!"

The little fox nodded gracefully.

Zhang Mo: "......"

This was the first time she had ever encountered someone accepting something so quickly.

What could Zhang Mo do but agree? "Yes. As long as there's enough alcohol, it'll not only solve the problem, it'll even protect your magazine."

Before you release any future duo specials, have the Fox Spirit review the casting choices so that every couple you create will be real.

"!!!" Editor-in-Chief Tang's eyes lit up. He immediately took out his phone and sent a location to Zhang Mo: "This is the address of my winery in France! Please, God, protect me!!!"