Chapter 361 Ying Zijin: It's me [1st update]

When acting as Yun Heyue's assistant, Ying Zijin only wore a mask and did not disguise herself or wear any other clothes.

When she went to the "Youth 202" program, she only let Qin Lingyu and Xie Manyu see her without a mask.

Producer Li, the director, and other staff members didn't even notice; they had even forgotten about Yun and Yue's assistants.

All matters were handled by the female secretary.

The show "Accept the Judgment of the Academic God!" is very popular, but its popularity is far less than that of entertainment variety shows. After all, very few people watch academic programs.

How many people would spend their free time watching a group of top students discuss the Laplace transform?

It's fair to say that most viewers tuned in because of Ying Zijin's good looks.

The problem was discovered by one of Ying Zijin's biggest fans.

She also joined the super topic of the "miracle drug couple" and made a living by photoshopping pictures every day.

At first, she only felt a sense of familiarity when she saw the photo, but the more she looked at it, the more something seemed off.

So she specifically took a screenshot of Ying Zijing's profile and compared it with this picture.

Ultimately, based on the length of her eyelashes, her hairstyle, her forehead, and a series of other clues, it was determined that this was Ying Zijin.

But as soon as she posted that comment, she was immediately ridiculed.

[This is hilarious! A "God of War"? I think he's just an ugly duckling. There are people here who are beautiful with their masks on, but once they take them off, they're an eyesore.]

[I did some research, and this "God of Winning" is from Qingzhi High School, one of the top three high schools in China. Needless to say, Qingzhi is incredibly wealthy. Why would he go and become an assistant? Don't even dream about it.]

If she's the Ying Shen you're talking about, I'll twist your neck off.

Without a direct comparison of their faces, it's indeed difficult to convince others.

The little fangirl was very angry.

I typed a message on my phone and sent it to two private messages.

Grandpa, look, this is our Ying Shen, right?

[Those people actually said Ying Shen isn't as good-looking as Ye Xi! It makes me so angry!]

**

When Mr. Zhong received these two private messages, he had just come out of the airport in Beijing and gotten into his car.

Ying Zijin came to pick him up, and Ying Tianlu was just there for the ride.

She didn't have many feelings for Ying Tianlu; all her emotions were originally quite weak.

The number of things she truly cares about and puts into her heart can be counted on one hand.

Ying Tianlu knew this, so he neither approached nor stayed away, but silently stood guard to the side.

"Zijin, is this you?" Grandpa Zhong waved his phone, and as soon as he asked, he confirmed it himself, "It must be you."

He could recognize his granddaughter even if she was wearing an Arab robe.

Ying Zijing glanced at it: "It's me."

As long as things on Weibo don't directly reach her, she doesn't need to worry about them; there are people specifically assigned to handle them.

Ying Tianlu also looked over, frowning slightly: "Become an assistant? Short of money? Big brother has some here."

"Um, no, I'm going to sneak in—" Ying Zijing's expression remained unchanged, "to see the handsome young men."

"Great, great!" Grandpa Zhong agreed happily. "The more you look around, the more choices you have, and the less likely you are to be scammed."

Ying Tianlu: "..."

He felt that his sister was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Having seen a man like Fu Yunshen, who else could catch your eye?

Grandpa Zhong continued, "Once the New Year is over, you'll soon have your coming-of-age ceremony and be of marriageable age. Your maternal grandfather will help you choose a partner."

Ying Zijin seemed to be thinking: "Engaged?"

A coming-of-age ceremony, does that mean something else?

“Yes, Grandpa will select all the young men in Shanghai and the capital and let you take a look.” Grandpa Zhong nodded. “But let’s not make an appointment yet. You’ve only been back for two years. Grandpa wants to keep you here a little longer.”

Ying Zijing yawned: "Grandpa, don't worry, I'm not getting married."

What's the point of getting married?

"No, no!" Old Master Zhong exclaimed, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "I still want to hold my great-grandson."

Ying Zijing turned her head expressionlessly and said, "You have a grandson, too."

“I’m not a child anymore. What choices do adults make?” Grandpa Zhong waved his hand. “I want both my great-grandson and great-great-grandson.”

"..."

"That's true, Tianlu, you'll be twenty-six after your birthday this year." Old Master Zhong was reminded, "I won't ask you to give me a great-grandson right away, but you should at least bring a partner home, right?"

Ying Tianlu didn't expect the fire to spread directly to him, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face: "Grandpa, let's talk about it again."

"I think you're unwanted," Old Master Zhong sneered. "Where did you say you were going?"

“Feng Shui Alliance.” Ying Tianlu sighed. “There’s a temple on a street to the south. I’m going to go burn some incense there.”

Ying Zijing turned her head: "Feng Shui Alliance?"

When Ying Tianlu saw the girl take the initiative to ask him, he felt a pang of sadness, but mostly he felt joy.

He sat up straight and explained earnestly, "The Feng Shui Alliance is an organization formed by several very powerful Feng Shui masters in the capital and some Feng Shui enthusiasts."

“Even the Mu family and the Nie family sometimes go to the Feng Shui Alliance to ask those Feng Shui masters to help them look at the Feng Shui.”

“And when building a skyscraper, the developers will also ask a feng shui master for advice.”

In this way, one can avoid misfortune and attract good fortune.

There are more than a dozen Feng Shui masters in the Feng Shui Alliance, but only three are the most famous.

Ying Tianlu made an appointment with a feng shui master whose surname was Wenren. He was known to outsiders as Master Wenren.

He was lucky to have successfully made an appointment.

The price for a single meeting with this Master Wenren starts at 500,000, not including the questions asked and the solutions provided.

Ying Tianlu didn't care how much money it cost as long as he could find out why he had that dream.

"I see." Ying Zijing nodded slightly. "Among those feng shui masters, are there any with the surname Fifth?"

She had never heard of any Feng Shui Alliance in the capital.

There were similar organizations during the imperial dynasty, but they didn't last long and were banned by the court.

"Fifth?" Ying Tianlu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "It seems not."

Ying Zijing lowered her head and pondered for a moment.

It seems to be just an ordinary organization.

Even though fewer and fewer people in the Fifth Family possess the talent for divination, they are still far superior to other Feng Shui masters.

Ying Zijing opened WeChat and clicked on May's profile picture.

Are you familiar with the Feng Shui Alliance?

The reply came very quickly; it was obvious they hadn't copied the book properly.

[Feng Shui Alliance? I know that. I often go there to scam people and make money, hehe. There are so many idiots there; a few tricks and they're hooked.]

Ying Zijing looked up, glanced at Ying Tianlu, and then looked away.

She remembered that even the Fifth Young Master wasn't like the Fifth Moon back then.

The fifth month's habit of accumulating wealth is comparable to that of Caesar Laurent.

Then another message came in May.

[I'm going to the Feng Shui Alliance this afternoon to scam money, Master Ying, do you want to come with me?]

The reason why Wu Yue uses this title is entirely because her grandfather, Wu Chuan, would pull her ear every day and repeatedly tell her that Ying Zijin was a master and someone that the Wu family should follow.

Fifth Month is not yet the head of the Fifth Family, so she is unaware of anything concerning Fifth Young Master.

Even if Wu Chuan hadn't said it, Wu Yue had already noticed Ying Zijin's unusual nature.

Ying Zijing lowered her eyes, her expression languid, and typed a few words.

Okay, I'll go with you.

【Alright, see you this afternoon. Master Ying, don't worry, the people from the Feng Shui Alliance all know me. It won't cost you anything to come in with me.】

Don't call me Master Ying.

Ah, why?

[That sounds too old.]

[...]

**

Ying Zijing took Grandpa Zhong to the hotel, had lunch with him, and then left.

She took a taxi to the Feng Shui Alliance.

The Feng Shui Alliance is not hidden; it's located in a building next to the temple.

After Ying Zijing got out of the car, she saw Fifth Month squatting on the steps like a refugee, chewing on a blade of grass.

"Miss!" Fifth Month jumped up immediately, "You're finally here."

"Okay." Ying Zijing put on her mask. "Let's go."

“This Feng Shui Alliance is probably mostly a scam,” May said. “But some people still believe it. Look, you have to pay 99 yuan to get in. They’re really good at making money.”

After saying that, she patted her chest and said, "But I'm just a nominal feng shui master here, so I can save on the entrance fee."

The person in charge of checking tickets let her in after seeing the ID tag on Fifth Month's body.

It was packed with people, and there were lots of stalls.

Some people consult fortune tellers about marriage, others about career prospects—the list goes on and on.

"Miss, this way." Fifth Moon led Ying Zijin inside, turning several corners, and arrived at a house.

Ying Zijing looked up: "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)