"Let me tell you about the cat cafe." Nan Mingcheng nodded politely to Aunt Wu.
The cat cafe has been renovated and the civet cats will be sent to the store for trial operation tomorrow.
Only a portion of the civet cats could be taken away for this opening, so Nan Mingcheng came to ask Chen Yijin if there were any cats he wanted to keep.
Chen Yijin glanced at Zhaocai, the little civet cat sprawled in Nan Mingcheng's arms. "You must take the one in your arms. You can pick any of the others. If there's one that doesn't want to be separated, don't separate them. Just take them all."
Zhaocai quit when he heard that Chen Yijin was the first one to send it away.
It turned over and got up, jumped onto Shen Yijin's shoulder, and meowed at her.
Zhaocai: "You've already given me a name, how can you send me away first? No, I want to stay. Even if I go, I can only go to the main store. You have to come to see me often!"
Life in the villa is so comfortable that Zhaocai doesn't even want to go out to work.
But halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that he was now the leader of the civet cat tribe and had to set an example and take the lead. He could no longer be lazy and idle like before, so he changed his words reluctantly.
"Okay, then you can go work at the main store." Chen Yijin poked Zhaocaichubby's cheek and introduced him to Aunt Wu with a smile, "This cat is called Zhaocai. I'm going to open a cat cafe in the capital soon, and Zhaocai will be the manager of this cat cafe in the future."
Letting the civet cat chief manage the civet cats in the cat cafe not only saves effort, but also provides an additional publicity gimmick.
Aunt Wu didn't understand what the fortune-bringing creature said, but seeing how chubby it was, she couldn't help but touch it a few times.
The civet's fur is fluffy and soft, and feels super good to the touch.
If it weren't for the determination she had accumulated over the years, Aunt Wu would have almost become addicted to the joy of petting cats.
Aunt Wu had never been to a cat cafe, but she had a hunch that Shen Yijin's cat cafe would be full of customers: "This cat is so comfortable to touch. If I were fifteen years younger, I would definitely go to your cat cafe and spend money."
Bei Shitao was combing the fur of the civet cats in the distance and vaguely heard the conversation between Shen Yijin and others. As soon as she walked over, she heard Aunt Wu's praise.
She couldn't suppress the raised corners of her mouth, and said proudly: "That's right, don't you see who is taking care of them."
During this period, Bei Shitao has been trained by the group of civet cats at home to become an excellent cat barber. She can painlessly take care of a civet cat's hair in a very short time and can also make various styles.
On the day of Mrs. Shen’s birthday party, she had originally intended to go with Shen Yijin, but was tripped up by the civet cats.
Afterwards, she found out that Shen Yijin went to the birthday party without wearing a dress, and she got very angry.
"Good evening, Miss Bei." Aunt Wu took the initiative to greet Bei Shitao. She had met Bei Shitao several times before at banquets hosted by the Shen family and recognized her without an introduction.
When Bei Shitao saw Aunt Wu, her smile widened. "Aunt Wu, welcome here! The work at our house is very easy. You just need to help prepare the meals..."
She put the civet cat down and affectionately took Aunt Wu's arm to chat.
It was the first time Aunt Wu had met such an employer, and she felt a little flattered. Both her expression and actions were a little unnatural.
From a distance, it looked like Bei Shitao had kidnapped Aunt Wu.
Chen Yijin watched the two of them talk aside, and felt that with Aunt Wu's arrival, the villa had a more homely atmosphere.
"I heard that you are going to participate in a variety show?" Nan Mingcheng walked to Shen Yijin's side without her knowing, and they stood shoulder to shoulder, looking in the same direction.
Chen Yijin came back to her senses, tilted her head slightly and asked, "I just agreed to be on that variety show, how do you know about it now?"
Nan Mingcheng laughed softly, his voice hoarse, causing Shen Yijin to lose consciousness for a moment: "That variety show was invested by Yunhua Group."
Chen Yijin understood, and she asked why there was a ghost-hunting variety show in China. It turned out that Nan Mingcheng was behind it.
"When the variety show was submitted for review, was it approved so easily?" Chen Yijin was a little curious. She thought that such a variety show that could easily be defined as feudal and superstitious should not be approved by the authorities.
Nan Mingcheng said: "I encountered some obstacles, but it went smoothly."
When the variety show was first submitted for review, it was indeed rejected for the reasons mentioned by Shen Yijin, but the director had not made any major changes to the variety show, and the higher-ups said it could be broadcast.
Nan Mingcheng speculated that it might be the existence of Shen Yijin that changed the views of the higher-ups on metaphysics. Moreover, as the number of people watching Shen Yijin's live broadcast continued to increase, more and more people were able to distinguish between metaphysics and feudal superstition. Everyone would look at things related to metaphysics rationally and would not be easily deceived.
Although the variety show passed the review, there were still many suggestions and requirements given during the actual filming, and filming the variety show was not easy.
Chen Yijin nodded without asking any further questions, but Nan Mingcheng suddenly said, "I will also participate in the recording of that variety show."
"Huh?" Chen Yijin didn't understand why Nan Mingcheng was recording a variety show for no reason.
Nan Mingcheng looked at Shen Yijin deeply and said, "You can think of me as going there to inspect the work, or to experience life. We can go together when the time comes."
Chen Yijin couldn't understand Nan Mingcheng's train of thought. He actually wanted to participate in such a waste of time and energy.
As Shen Yijin was talking to Nan Mingcheng, she suddenly smelled the aroma of rice.
She looked towards the kitchen. Aunt Wu had been busy in the kitchen without her knowing when. The ingredients she brought had been almost cooked. She only needed to stir-fry one more dish and they could start eating.
Bei Shitao learned very well from Aunt Wu, and no one knew how much she had learned.
"Let's go set the table first." Shen Yijin said to Nan Mingcheng.
Nan Mingcheng nodded and followed Shen Yijin to the kitchen to get the dishes.
Nan Mingcheng naturally stayed for dinner, and before leaving, he also sent Aunt Wu home.
After Chen Yijin had dinner, he continued live streaming for more than two hours, counting three hexagrams before going to bed.
Three days later, it was time to record the ghost-hunting variety show.
Nan Mingcheng came to pick up Chen Yijin on time, and they arrived at the shooting location a quarter of an hour earlier than the agreed time.
As soon as she arrived at the filming location, Shen Yijin saw Zhong Zhiwen’s client, Cong Lingyun.
Ling Yun is a boy group idol who transformed into an actor. Compared with other actors, his temperament is slightly different.
Chen Yijin walked up to Zong Lingyun and greeted him: "Hello, I'm Chen Yijin. Zhong Zhiwen should have told you about me, right?"
Cong Lingyun looked at Shen Yijin with a scrutinizing gaze and said disdainfully, "You are just a nobody from some remote corner, and you dare to talk to me? The security of the program team is not good enough, they let anyone in."
Chen Yijin patiently explained to Ling Yun again that she was the person Zhong Zhiwen asked to help him solve the problem.
Cong Lingyun was even more impatient this time. He interrupted Shen Yijin: "Who is Zhong Zhiwen? I don't know him."
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