Chapter 66 Verification

There are endless posts online analyzing Ying Zhisheng frame by frame, ranging from his unexplained shaking of his head during Sun Qing's performance on the first episode of the music variety show, to his mumbling accidentally captured in the corner of the camera, to the strange black package captured by paparazzi in the footage.

When someone doubts, someone seeks verification.

The remarks of a user named [无遇不比336] sparked much discussion. He mentioned the existence of ghosts more than once and also said that these celebrities were raising ghosts, including Ying Zhisheng.

Going back further, the blurry ghost image captured in the nine-square grid photo released by Ying Zhisheng Studio,

Public opinion finally reached a fever pitch with Wang Shengjing's sudden death. In just two months, the entertainment industry had seen three artists die and two imprisoned, as if caught in a curse. Fans were terrified, fearing their own celebrity would be next.

The assistant was the first to discover Wang Shengjing's death, and he was secretly selling the video he took of a man staring with his eyes wide open, frightened to death.

The situation grew more and more serious, but just as Gao Yixuan was about to add fuel to the fire, his account was blocked. Netizens regarded it as a forced gag.

"We didn't ban him! What he said isn't true. We were hoping he'd tell us more so we could keep the evidence so we could prosecute him. Why would we ban him?" Fuquan slammed the table in frustration, cursing fiercely, "Fuck him! Someone's behind our backs!"

Assistant Tao was apprehensive. While it was true that Sheng had no ghost, it was also true that a ghost followed him around. The online evidence couldn't be denied unless they admitted that Ying Zhisheng had mental problems.

The person involved, Ying Zhisheng, had just finished running and showered. After hearing the summary, he looked calm and simply said, "Gao Yixuan owes a loan shark. Expose this matter."

"ah?"

Ying Zhisheng's handling of the matter was clean and efficient. He arranged for the company in which he held shares to sign a contract with Gao Yixuan, aiming to hold a metaphysics popularization seminar in the middle of this month to promote Taoist culture.

After the dust settled, Ying Zhisheng secretly arranged for someone to knock Gao Yixuan into the hospital. His injuries were so severe that he still couldn't stand up. The contract contained an unfair clause that required exorbitant penalties for breach of contract, regardless of the reason.

Gao Yixuan was stunned by the huge amount of money, but he had gradually become accustomed to extravagance and could no longer bear the shabby life of living in a rented house and eating clear soup noodles. At this time, the long-awaited loan shark appeared at the right time, and one wrong step led to another.

It is too easy to use capital to solve the problem of an ordinary person.

Ying Zhisheng took off his headphones and sat on the sofa. He tilted his head and smiled as he asked Lou Sheng, "Isn't that Taoist priest very powerful? How come he didn't predict that he would be doomed to death?"

Lou Sheng didn't know what Ying Zhisheng had done. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's obvious that Taoist Gao Yixuan's abilities aren't up to par. Seeing ghosts surrounding you, he assumed you had three little ghosts. And his yellow talisman, I grabbed it with one hand."

"You are awesome." Ying Zhisheng lowered his head and suddenly wanted to touch Gao Yixuan's finger.

Fuquan had witnessed some of Ying Zhisheng's tactics over the years. Everyone was vying for a piece of the entertainment industry pie, and Ying Zhisheng, who had always taken the lion's share and sometimes even vomited while eating, was no way he could be a pure and honest person.

His phone dinged, and Fuquan glanced at the message: "It's an entertainment company called Feiyuegao. They've deployed online trolls to manipulate the situation. They've also blocked Gao Yixuan's account and are now accusing us of forcing him to silence them."

Feiyuegao wanted to promote a boy band at the beginning of the year and planned to hold a large-scale talent show. They invited Ying Zhisheng to be a guest, but he didn't even respond and it fell into oblivion.

Fuquan was about to tell Lou Sheng about these grievances when Ying Zhisheng looked at him with a cold look. He didn't want Lou Sheng to know about his past coldness and arrogance, as this would destroy his perfect image in Lou Sheng's heart.

"Feiyuegao? I know this company! They love the training system. Their boss is a fat man weighing about 200 pounds, and he has had sexual relations with many young boys." Lou Sheng still remembers that at the dinner party, the fat pig hugged the fair and tender little boy and kissed him.

"This is a small company. That year, I modified three sports cars and bought a Ferrari. When their boss saw me, he insisted on giving me his business card and kept following me around."

Lou Sheng's family conditions are extremely good, and he is also well-known in the local area.

During school, all the money Ying Zhisheng earned from his unexpected success was snatched away by his agent's father, who even withheld his living expenses. It just so happened that Lou Sheng, unwilling to attend an international school, had a falling out with his mother and his allowance was cut off.

The stubborn young man refused to give in. Lou Sheng participated in various competitions to earn prize money to cover his expenses, and also opened an intimate payment account with Ying Zhisheng.

"You will use my money from now on."

Knowing that Ying Zhisheng couldn't use it, Lou Sheng would observe his needs and take the initiative to buy it.

That’s where the memories end.

Ying Zhisheng rubbed the snake eyes of the snake bracelet on his wrist and whispered, "Open a talent show at the same time as Feiyuegao and compete in the competition."

Fuquan hesitated. "Well, there's a new talent in their company who has great potential. He already has a certain amount of fans abroad and has become a bit of a star before the show even started."

Lou Sheng originally thought Ying Zhisheng would directly participate in his own program as a judge, but unexpectedly he heard Ying Zhisheng say: "Let him sleep with the fans."

Fuquan understood, but Lousheng still didn't: "What does this mean?"

Should I tell Lou Sheng about the dark side of this industry? Behind the glitz and glamour lies rottenness and filth.

Ying Zhisheng drummed his fingers on the wooden handrail and said calmly, "There are many temptations in this industry, but money and sex are the most likely to lead people astray. Some people are willing to sacrifice their bodies for money and resources, while others are seduced by beauty and ruin their bright careers."

Lou Sheng understood this principle.

"What I mean is to arrange for someone to seduce someone into having sex. Sleeping with fans is a taboo in the entertainment industry. This trick has an incredibly high success rate for male artists..." Ying Zhisheng pondered, looking at Lou Sheng who was stunned and said with a smile, "But it doesn't work on me, no matter my gender or appearance."

Exhaling slowly, Lou Sheng was quite surprised and uncomfortable that Ying Zhisheng, who looked so unworldly, would do such things. However, he could understand it when he thought about how Ying Zhisheng had been in the entertainment industry for so many years.

Assistant Tao, who was squeezing juice at the time, couldn't stand it anymore and discussed with Uncle Cheng Zhi: "Did you hear what Brother Sheng just said? The last sentence sounded like a courtship, saying that I am chaste and no one is as good as me. Look at me~~"

Uncle Cheng Zhi didn't even raise his head. "I did mean that, but my tone wasn't as mean as yours."

Lou Sheng couldn't help but laugh. Glancing at Ying Zhisheng who was staring at him, he asked with interest, "Are you really courting?"

"Um."

"When will you come into my dream?"

He kept thinking about meeting across time and space day after day. Last time in his dream, Lou Shengke noticed that Ying Zhisheng had become bolder and actually kissed his hair secretly.

Lou Sheng stroked his hair unnaturally, humming and moving closer: "Since you recently cut apples into pieces and burned new pants for me, I came to see you tonight."

Ying Zhisheng's ears suddenly blushed. Carefully selecting underwear and buying it as a gift was indeed an ambiguous act. Lou Sheng might wear it.

He was so upset that he lowered his head to drink water when he heard Fuquan's questioning: "Huh? The latest developments in the serial deaths of celebrities in the entertainment industry. The black-hearted Taoist priest Zhang Kaifa has been arrested. This news was officially released."

There was a loud crackling sound, water spilled all over the floor, and the glass shattered into pieces.

Everyone looked over, and Ying Zhisheng maintained a perfectly annoyed smile, "My hand slipped."

No one knew about the deal between him and Zhang Kaifa except himself.