80 Chapter 80
◎The ancestor appeared◎
"How is it? Am I right?"
Dou Xiaorui looked stunned and looked at the assistants outside the camera.
The studio was completely silent, with everyone looking incredulous. Even though they had heard in advance that the salaries of the staff around Dou Xiaorui were ridiculously high, they had not expected it to be so outrageous.
It's outrageous enough that the monthly salary for food, housing, six insurances and one housing fund alone is over 100,000 yuan, but the year-end bonus is actually three months' salary? That's hundreds of thousands of yuan!
"Yes, that's accurate." Dou Xiaorui said.
【ha? ? ? 】
【ah! ! ! 】
【Suffocated.】
"Mr. Duo?! Say it again, Mr. Duo?!"
[(Confused face) Can Master Qianyang predict accurately? I can't believe it.]
"You're telling me, I work like a slave for 7,000 or 8,000 yuan a month, and I'm here to sympathize with employees who earn more than ten times as much as me, and I'm even trying to get justice for them?!"
[No, man, is this reasonable?]
[Whose assistant's salary is so high? This is impossible. I don't believe it. ]
[Oh my god! Is the salary of a star assistant at the University of Tokyo so high?]
[Ms. Dou Xiaorui, I am willing to be your assistant. I definitely have no complaints!]
[Oh my god! That's like $10,000 or $20,000 a month? Give me that money and I'll assassinate the president for you!]
[Why are you scolding our beautiful and elegant Ms. Dou Xiaorui? ]
The connected audience gasped and silently asked, "Ms. Dou, I'd like to ask, what are their daily duties?"
"They take care of my daily life. When I'm not out, they work in three shifts and I can arrange my own rest time. When I'm out shooting, I have to follow me everywhere."
"Then, do you think such a high salary is reasonable?"
Dou Xiaorui was puzzled. "Why is it unreasonable?"
"Since you already have several assistants, why do you make it difficult for other staff members to do things for you at work?"
Dou Xiaorui said: "They volunteered."
audience:"?"
Qian Yang said, "I found out about this backstage. Miss Dou wanted to eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that cost 680 yuan. She gave the staff 5,000 yuan, and the rest was travel expenses."
"What the hell?!" the audience exclaimed in astonishment.
【Grass……】
[More than 4,000 yuan for running away? ]
【ah? ? ? 】
[I'm wondering why the staff members are smiling so happily in those candid photos taken by marketing accounts? Are they really happy?]
[Is this really the eldest lady? ]
[Ahhh, I already clarified this long ago. You always label me a fan. People in the industry really like working with Ms. Dou. They'll even give her red envelopes if you serve her tea or water!]
[That's right! You only see my hard work, but don't notice that I can earn a month's salary by working hard for Miss Dou for a few hours.]
[Do you know how many people are desperate to work for Miss Dou? Damn it!]
【After all this time, I am a clown.】
[You can't bear this hardship, so let me bear it! I've loved enduring hardships since I was a child.]
Before knowing the salary: The capitalists exploit the workers like beasts of burden, and they think they are gods for a little money. After knowing the salary: Then again, it doesn't matter who I work for. I'd be willing to cut my salary in half if I could spend all day with a beautiful woman!
What are you guys trying to get? I don't want half the salary. I'm the best at serving people. I only want 40,000.
[I'd be willing to do anything even if you gave me 20,000.]
[There was a loud bang in the sky, and this old slave made a brilliant appearance! Miss Dou, can I serve you part-time?]
[There aren't many people in the Chinese entertainment industry who are this generous! ]
The online audience laughed innocently, "Ms. Dou, I have one last question. Do you still need an assistant?"
Dou Xiaorui said: "No more missing."
[I should have known better than to ask. It makes me feel uncomfortable.]
[Wow, wow, wow. I won't allow someone to earn a million dollars at such a young age. I can't stand it.]
I used to hate Dou Xiaorui, but now I hate her assistant and staff.
Who voted for her to be on the show? Now everyone is unhappy.
[(Pinching the philtrum) So this is the daily life of a young lady.]
So, even though Dou Xiaorui has high demands, she's paying for everything herself, right? That's fine.
Something is wrong with my heart.
Jealousy has completely changed me. Can you serve me? If not, let me do it! I was born to serve others!
Every move on the show has already been posted on major social media platforms.
There is a lot of buzz on Weibo about Dou Xiaorui's assistant's salary.
"Who is speaking up for them? If they weren't having a good life, they would have quit long ago."
"Dou Xiaorui is right. She's paid her salary. What's wrong with helping her do something?"
"Who told you to mess with her? Well, now everyone is unhappy."
"Let's be honest, Dou Xiaorui does have issues with her emotional intelligence. The chief director was clearly trying to help her out, but she didn't notice. If Master Qianyang hadn't spoken up for her, she would definitely have been scolded."
"They don't care at all. They're arguing like crazy online. Have you seen them come out and clarify?"
"Dou Xiaorui is obviously from a wealthy family. She's used to having everything handed to her. She's generally not nosy and respects her employees' privacy. It's really comfortable to work with a boss like this."
"Heizi, say something! Don't tell me you're extravagant. I only ate three grapes and one osmanthus cake. What else do you want?"
…
Dou Xiaorui really doesn't care about the outside world's evaluation. It makes no difference to her whether the public opinion is good or bad.
"What's its name?" Dou Xiaorui asked.
"Shunyi, shun means smooth, yi means meaningful." Qianyang said.
"Sell it?"
Qianyang was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"I want to raise it, name a price." Dou Xiaorui said nonchalantly.
Shunyi pricked up his ears and stuck out his tongue happily.
Qianyang was a little embarrassed, "Ask its opinion."
Shunyi stood up immediately when he heard this and shook his head at Qianyang in disbelief.
Although it was happy that Dou Xiaorui didn't despise it, it didn't want to change its owner.
"Okay." Dou Xiaorui said with regret.
"Then our audience lottery session is over." The director reminded.
"Next, the program will officially enter the theme."
[Hehehe, I get to eat some melons and watch some supernatural stuff, so cool.]
I suddenly had a bold idea: "Entering Metaphysics" could not only serve as a mirror to expose the truth in the domestic entertainment industry, but also become a platform for clarification.
[That makes sense! Marketing accounts can tell the difference between true and false. It takes only a few words to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of effort to refute them. But what Master Qianyang says is the truth!]
[Goodness, things are starting to develop in an unexpected direction.]
The big screen gradually dimmed and the lights in the studio gradually went out.
"There's a bizarre death case that's been widely circulated in China. The deceased died suddenly at home one morning. When the police arrived, they found him lying on his bed, holding a fruit knife in his hands, with the blade almost completely stabbed into his chest."
A heavy-toned female voice was heard from the studio.
"After investigating the scene and checking the surveillance footage in the corridor, the police ruled out homicide and concluded that the deceased committed suicide."
There was no third person at the scene, and the deceased was holding the fruit knife that stabbed the murderer. It sounds like an undisputed suicide.
"What is puzzling is that he called the police five minutes before the incident. We will play the audio of that call for you."
"Help, help!" The man's panicked voice was filled with the sound of electricity.
"Hello, what happened?" asked the police officer.
"He wants to kill me! Someone wants to kill me! Save me, save me! I don't want to die... I don't want to die yet..."
"Has someone threatened your personal safety? Please stay calm, find a safe place, and tell us your detailed address. The police will be there soon!"
"No... too late, too late! Save me, save me..."
The man's voice became increasingly sharp and high-pitched, and seemed to have reached the point of extreme terror.
The operator wanted to continue asking questions, but the man hung up the phone directly.
The audio ends here.
"Because there was no specific location, by the time police arrived, he was already dead in the bedroom."
"Next, we will show you the uncensored photos of the crime scene."
"three."
"two."
"one."
A countdown appeared on the big screen, and after the numbers reached zero, a photo appeared on it.
It was an ordinary bedroom. A man in his thirties was lying on the bed, neatly dressed. His upper body was leaning against the headboard, his eyes were closed, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest. A fruit knife had completely pierced his chest, and his clothes were soaked with blood, making the whole place bloody.
[Hiss... This is the first time I've seen such a clear crime scene.]
[It's so strange, there's an inexplicable sense of disharmony.]
His posture is so straight, I can't be so straight even when I'm sober.
[Unless one is killed instantly, one's desire to survive will certainly make them struggle.]
[Since he called the police, it means it wasn't suicide.]
[Could someone have cleaned up the bedroom before the police arrived?]
[It's unlikely. If it was a homicide, there would definitely be blood in other places in the house. Cleaning it up would be useless. The police would be able to detect it.]
[That's strange. Could it be some unnatural power?]
"Afterwards, the police conducted a thorough investigation at the crime scene and determined that the deceased was the only one at home on the day of the incident."
"Because of that call to the police, this case remains unsolved to this day."
"Is there any other information about the deceased?" Qian Yang asked.
The photos on the big screen continued to play.
"The deceased's surname was Yan, and his name was Yan Zhong. He was 34 years old. He had been a laborer at a construction site. He was unmarried and childless, and had a difficult relationship with his parents. He worked away from home year-round. He had only one younger brother at home. After his death, the police notified his family, who learned that it was suicide. Since he was heavily in debt, they did not come to claim his body."
"During this period, our staff went to Yan Zhong's hometown and the scene of the incident respectively, and the process was not smooth."
The big screen gradually went dark, and then pictures began to appear.
Yan Zhong's hometown is in a small town. After asking around, the photographer finally found the Yan family's address.
An ordinary courtyard appeared in the picture. The gate was locked and the ground in front of the gate was overgrown with weeds. It seemed that it had not been cleaned for a long time.
"I heard that the youngest son of the Yan family made a lot of money and moved to the city with his family not long ago." The photographer sighed.
"We plan to ask a few more neighbors."
The camera followed the photographer to a nearby yard, where an elderly man in his fifties was sitting in front of the door basking in the sun.
"Hello, old man. I'd like to ask, do you know if the family next door is surnamed Yan?"
The camera blurred the old man's face, so his features couldn't be seen clearly.
"Yeah, who are you?"
"Oh, we are reporters. We wanted to know about the recent situation of Yan Zhong's family. We didn't expect that they have moved away."
"Ah Zhong?" The old man seemed to still remember him. "I heard he died several years ago. Those rotten-hearted people in the Yan family didn't even bother to visit him."
Hearing this, a fellow staff member stepped forward.
"Old man, does Yan Zhong have a bad relationship with his family?"
The old man nodded and said, "No, Ah Zhong had poor grades when he was young, so he couldn't go to school. He could only do farm work at home. If he didn't do well, he would be beaten. That skin of his has never been good!"
"Is he often beaten?"
The old man said seriously, "That's not true! I heard him crying every other day, and sometimes he wasn't given food. Then his brother got into high school, so he went away. He sends money every month, but if it's a little late, his mother calls and scolds him. I can hear it from so far away! The scolding is so awful."
"What happened next?" the staff member asked.
"And then?" the old man sneered. "His youngest son got into a good university and was rewarded quite a bit by the government. He walks around town with his chin held high, showing off all day long."
"Ah Zhong was sick while traveling and sent money back home, leaving only enough for food. He had no money for medical treatment. He called home to ask for a loan, but his mother hung up on him and told him to just die and never come back! Tell me, tell me, what kind of family is this?"
[Emmm, I can only say that in his era, similar things were not uncommon.]
So why send money home?
[Speechless. He earned money to support your youngest son's education. Now that your youngest son has passed the exam and the government has given you money, you think your eldest son is useless and doesn't matter if he dies?]
This kind of parent sounds like they're just too proud. They probably feel their youngest son has brought them honor, while their older son can only work on a construction site. It's not a good thing to say this to others.
[With a family background like that, I think it's possible that Wuji and Mackerel would commit suicide.]
Immediately afterwards, the program team began playing the second video, the rental house where Yan Zhong died.
After a few years, no one lived in that area anymore, and the room where Yan Zhong died was filled with junk and nothing could be seen.
"This is the picture our photographer captured. There is almost no useful information left."
All the information about the time of this mysterious death has been made public.
To use the words from the barrage: It was a lonely watch.
Except for the interview with the elderly, all other information has long been made public online.
The director said, "Master Qianyang, this is all the information we have. However, we also know that it is basically impossible to know the truth with only this information. We are just giving it a try and letting you take a look first."
Qianyang nodded, the information was indeed too little.
"What about his coworkers back then? The police should have visited them afterwards."
The chief director nodded and said, "Because the deceased was rather honest and dull, and he didn't have much time for leisure and friends, he rarely spoke to others on the construction site, let alone had any conflicts with others."
"He hadn't been to work for several days before his death. Laborers on the construction site are paid based on hours worked, so basically no one knew what he was thinking or why he did that."
Dou Xiaorui asked, "Where are the communication records?"
The director said: "After losing contact with his parents, he didn't speak to anyone on the phone for a month. In the short term, his contact list only had one call to 110 police."
"Can you figure it out?" Dou Xiaorui looked at Qian Yang opposite her.
Qianyang shook his head, "That's hard to calculate."
"That'll do."
Qian Yang said: "But, we can give it a try."
Dou Xiaorui asked: "How to try?"
"Psychic."
[Wow! I've never seen a Thousand Suns psychic before.]
[Why would she need psychic powers? She can see it with her naked eyes.]
[This is over. The more I watch Miss Dou, the more I like her. Who said her acting is bad? She used to play poor people so realistically!]
[Seriously, Qianyang doesn't need to force it. There's too little information. Even if people become ghosts after death, most of them don't remember anything about their lives, right?]
[Not necessarily. Let her try. Maybe she can solve a cold case.]
"Please go find Yang Wei. I want to talk to the ancestor. She knows what to do." Qian Yang said.
The staff understood and immediately went to the dressing room to find Yang Wei.
"Ancestor?" Dou Xiaorui asked doubtfully.
Qian Yang said: "The first head of the Qian family, that is, the ancestor of the Qian family."
"How long has he been dead?"
"Hundreds of years."
"Can you talk to him?"
"Um."
[Miss Dou, you haven't heard of Qianyang's legendary story, right?]
I don't think she gets any information from the Internet.
[I've heard of this legendary ancestor a long time ago and am curious.]
[I remember that Qianyang chose the Qingning platform because of our ancestors' instruction, right?]
[Where's the Qingning platform? Why don't you come out and kowtow to the ancestors?]
[In just one year, it went from being an unknown small platform to a big platform that is now on par with Shark and Little Moon. Your ancestors must have been so impressed by us!]
Soon, Yang Wei entered the studio with the prepared things.
The ancestor is different from ordinary ghosts and cannot easily appear in the world of the living, so Qianyang communicates with him through spiritualism most of the time.
Qianyang placed the white paper on the water, lit a stick of incense and placed it on the table. Then he took the talisman paper and shook it gently in the air. The talisman paper ignited without any fire.
When Dou Xiaorui saw this scene, her eyes widened in surprise.
Qianyang sprinkled the talisman paper ashes on the water, "Ancestor, are you there?"
Dou Xiaorui couldn't help but sit up straight and look into the water. The photographer and studio staff also stretched their necks curiously.
——If you have to fart, just fart.
The next moment, in full view of everyone, a line of black words appeared on the white paper soaked in water.
“I’ll go!”
“There really are words.”
【Hahahaha, my ancestor is laughing to death. 】
[The ancestor was impatient but replied immediately.]
[It's quite down-to-earth.]
How could he not be down-to-earth? He is already down-to-earth.
I don’t know what our ancestors were like.
"Are you free? Please help me." Qian Yang said.
——I’m busy.
"Oh, I'll keep you company for a while."
--say.
Qianyang reported Yan Zhong's name, date of birth, and time of death.
"Has he been reincarnated?"
The white paper turned into a blank.
Qianyang explained: "The ancestors should be investigating."
——Have you cultivated yourself to the point of being in a dog’s stomach?
Qianyang: “…”
【Hahahaha! 】
[Help! Isn't this what my mom always says? Have you learned anything?!]
【Hahaha, it turns out Qianyang can also get scolded. 】
[Sure enough, all parents in the world are the same.]
[Private Marseille, why do I feel a little good when Qianyang is scolded? ]
[Qianyang was scolded a lot when she was little, right? I mentioned her master before.]
——If you commit suicide, you won’t be able to be reborn.
Qianyang glanced around and saw that everyone had an expression of uncontrollable laughter, and the viewers in the barrage were also laughing at her.
Qian Yang said, "I know, but everyone is suspicious about the cause of his death, so I asked you."
——Don’t bother me with such trivial matters, just…
Qianyang knocked over the incense with a "click" sound, and the incense went out.
Qianyang said expressionlessly, "Take the things away."
Before he finished speaking, the extinguished incense stick actually lit up by itself.
A line of words reappeared on the water surface - treason.
——Yan Zhong lived for thirty-four years, had no wife or children, became ill due to accumulated worries, and occasionally suffered from hysteria and committed suicide.
"Thank you, ancestor."
Suddenly, the incense went out by itself.
【Ancestor: One should pamper his own descendants. 】
What does that sentence mean?
He really did commit suicide, alas.
I guess I feel like I've lived most of my life, but in the end, I have nothing.
[His family is such a piece of crap. He's only 34 years old. What a shame.]
My concern is that people who commit suicide cannot be reincarnated?
Qianyang asked the staff to take everything away and return it to its place.
"The ancestor's general idea was that Yan Zhong developed a mental illness due to excessive worry. Because he had no money for treatment and no friends, few people knew about his illness. A typical symptom of hysteria is dual or multiple personalities. I suspect one of his personalities wanted to commit suicide, but the other didn't, so he called the police before taking action."
"If his condition could be controlled with medication, this wouldn't have happened."
"As for whether people who commit suicide can be reincarnated," Qian Yang's tone became serious. "No."
"Perhaps those who can muster the courage to end their own lives don't care whether they can be reincarnated. Suicide is a disrespect for life, even if you have the right to decide your own life or death."
"I can't deny or condemn this practice from a bystander's perspective, but I hope everyone won't hurt themselves so easily."
[Alas, how pitiful.]
[He is just too honest. Why doesn't he know to save some money for himself?]
I heard that mentally healthy people don't think about suicide. If you ever have such thoughts, you must see a doctor.
【I thought there would be a reversal. 】
He wanted to kill himself, but he also wanted to save himself.
The program ended temporarily, and Qianyang and his group left the studio.
Qianyang returned to the dressing room, removed her makeup, and changed into her own clothes.
Yang Wei was sitting on the sofa, browsing Weibo, and people were still discussing Dou Xiaorui's affairs online.
"Oh my god..." Yang Wei exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Qianyang asked after changing his clothes.
"Someone has dug up the price of Dou Xiaorui's dress. It's a custom-made, high-end brand, and the price is between 600,000 and 1200,000 yuan. Most importantly, the dress can't be washed or dry-cleaned. If it gets dirty, it has to be sent back to the designer for cleaning, and the cleaning fee is over 100,000 yuan!"
"So troublesome?" Qian Yang was surprised. "Luckily, I didn't get it dirty."
Yang Wei said: "Yes."
“Dongdong——”
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Yang Wei immediately went to open the door and found that the people outside were Dou Xiaorui and her assistant.
"Hello, let's look for Master Qianyang."
Qianyang carried his cloth bag on his back and asked, "What's the matter?"
Dou Xiaorui said, "I'd like to ask you for a favor."
【Author’s words】
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