Chapter 182 Half a colleague?
No matter what the deceased senior brother had in mind for Er Teng, Teng An needed to go to his funeral for both moral and legal reasons.
With Teng An's personality, he naturally knew a lot of people.
Meng Xi is one of them.
He has a good personality, is easy to talk to, and has literary talent, but he's just not very lucky - this is how Teng An evaluates his new friend.
So the enthusiastic friend waved his hand and generously became an investor.
Everything went so smoothly, as if it was destined that they would work together.
But the reality is not that simple.
Meng Xi looked flustered, and after hearing Qin Qinsen's question, she looked nervously at Teng Su beside her.
But the other party didn't even give me a glance, and instead called the waiter to add a few more dishes.
"You know the art of divination."
Qin Qinsen's voice was very soft, but it made Meng Xi dizzy.
"No!"
"That's what I told you." Teng An put down his bowl, his hunger finally relieved. He chewed much slower. "How could there be so many coincidences? If my sister-in-law and my brother hadn't said it was okay, I wouldn't have dared to get involved in the entertainment industry."
Meng Xi was a little confused, "You know?"
"Yes, my brother knows too."
Seeing the girl across from him completely panicked, Qin Qinsen chuckled, "Er Teng may be a bit naive, but he's quite capable when it comes to serious matters. Otherwise, no matter how much wealth he has, he wouldn't be able to squander it."
"I originally thought someone was behind you getting close to Er Teng, but who knew it was someone from the same industry."
"What's the meaning……"
Teng An said as he was eating the meat, "My sister-in-law is a master, she's awesome. The kind who catches ghosts and monsters, and deals with the underworld every day. You know?"
"Huh?" Meng Xi's eyes began to change as he looked at Qin Qinsen, from nervousness and panic to... Did this guy eat something wrong?
After all, she had been in a group before and knew that most people in that circle were superstitious. Most of them just worshipped the gods and Buddhas. Some of them lavished money on "services"—that was just because they had money. Meng Xi had never taken it seriously. She had never imagined that she would ever meet a true master.
Seeing her disbelief, Qin Qinsen asked, "How did you find Er Teng?"
“…Tarot cards.”
The answer was somewhat unexpected. Qin Qinsen pondered for a moment, "How about we learn something more orthodox? I don't mean to say that Tarot cards are bad, I just think it's a pity to waste my talent."
"Talent? Meng Xi's script is amazing, he has top-notch writing talent!" Teng An was still obsessed with his script, "Brother, send me the money quickly, I want to film this script!"
"No."
Teng Su refused coldly.
"elder brother!"
"Forget it, you're just writing on a whim. You haven't even figured out the basic format and punctuation, yet you're trying to imitate others in writing stories." Qin Qinsen said unhappily as he picked up a sesame pancake and stuffed it into Teng An's mouth.
"Then what does it mean that I typed 80,000 words in one night?!"
"Count you a tentacle monster."
The person who answered the phone turned out to be his good friend Meng Xi. This fact hit Teng An hard, and he started eating the sesame pancake with a wronged look on his face.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Qin Qinsen felt a little sympathetic. "Alright, you've been spending a lot of time with Meng Xi recently, and you've been exposed to good stories and good writings, which naturally stimulates your desire to express yourself. With your drive, it's normal for you to write 80,000 words in one night."
It’s a pity that the story of the cockatiel and the black-eyed Pomeranian is not suitable for the big screen. It might be more promising to change it into a fairy tale.
"What do you mean by talent..."
Seeing that Meng Xi really didn't understand, Qin Qinsen felt strange. "How long have you been playing with tarot cards? Don't you think you are very accurate?"
"I thought it was just a coincidence."
The one who really enjoyed reading astrology and playing tarot was her best friend, the distant cousin of Teng An's deceased senior. She loved to practice on everyone around her, sometimes reading fortunes, sometimes finding things to calculate love affairs, never having a moment's rest.
As a close friend, Meng Xi naturally couldn't escape. She even started playing a few tricks herself, influenced by her.
"So your bestie dragged you to read your fortune and found out that if you attended the funeral together, you would meet a young man of honor, so she dragged you to the funeral?" Qin Qinsen laughed out loud. "You're really careless. What's so great about going to a funeral? Aren't you afraid of being infected by bad luck?"
As he spoke, he lightly tapped the tea with his fingers, muttered a spell, and the water droplets bounced onto Meng Xi's shoulders.
"You're lucky this time, but next time don't get involved in funeral matters."
As the water droplets disappeared from his shoulders, his aching shoulder blades and neck suddenly felt much more relaxed. Meng Xi felt his scalp tingling. "Is there something?"
"It's just a little bit of Yin energy. If you're not prepared in the future, stay away from funerals and cemeteries." Qin Qinsen added, "People with some talent in metaphysics are generally prone to attracting unclean things, so just be careful in the future. Add WeChat, I'll send the address of Tianquan Temple... No, the temple master is out training with his disciples. I'll pass your business card over and let Master Su show it to you."
"Unclean things?" Meng Xi pursed her lips, her voice a little hoarse. "Is it the kind that brings bad luck to people, where everything agreed upon changes at the last minute, where a guaranteed place in graduate school becomes a barely graduating place, and where a first publication becomes a ghostwriter's...unclean."
Meng Xi's behavior was so obvious that not only Qin Qinsen but even Teng An sensed something was wrong. "Sister-in-law, can you take a look? Meng Xi had a terrible time during her senior year. It scares me to death just to hear about it."
Unexpectedly, Qin Qinsen shook his head and refused, "Time has passed. Without setbacks and hardships, how can you bear the good luck that will come next?"
According to his observation, Meng Xi might never have such a relaxing hotpot time as today again in the future.
Receiving a signal from Teng Su next to him, Qin Qinsen stood up and said to Teng An next to him, "Enjoy your meal, we're leaving first. Go home early after you finish eating and don't disturb others' rest. Oh, remember to pay the bill."
The wind outside was biting cold, a stark contrast to the temperature inside the hot pot restaurant. Qin Qinsen was so cold that he hunched his neck and slid behind Teng Su, head lowered, sticking close to the tall figure in front of him.
"Now you know it's cold. Why aren't you wearing the scarf you put on the bed this morning?"
He held the frozen hand of the person behind him and stuffed it into his pocket, letting the other person stick to his back in this awkward position.
"Boss Teng, please pay attention to your image."
To put it nicely, Qin Qinsen didn't show any intention of struggling, and even clung to Teng Su's shoulders, relying on him like a ghost.
It was already approaching midnight, and Hai City's nightlife officially began.
Despite the sudden drop in temperature and the incessant chill, the number of pedestrians on the street showed no sign of decreasing. The two's intimate actions were seen by passersby as little more than a playful couple, who at most took a few more glances at their striking looks.
"Hey, someone's taking pictures."
The right hand in his pocket was gently held, and the warmth came through the clasped hands. Qin Qinsen lowered his head, and every step he took was on the footprints left by Teng Su.
"Um."
“What if you’re going to make the headlines?”
"It's okay, you come with me."
"You're going to move from the finance section to the appearance section, Mr. Teng."
Before someone's teasing voice had died down, Teng Su chuckled deeply, "Then I'll have to trouble Special Assistant Qin to work hard and bring me back to the financial section."
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