Chapter 11: The Skin-Exposing Expert Mo Ningzhi makes no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his eyes…
After Qin Weijin left, Zhang Yuyu asked Mo Ningzhi in surprise, "How did you know that Brother Jin doesn't like cherries?"
"Just a guess."
"You can even guess that?"
Mo Ningzhi made up a lie with a straight face: "He frowned."
Zhang Yuyu didn't notice whether Qin Weijin frowned or not, and Mo Ningzhi's reasoning seemed quite reasonable at first glance, so she stopped worrying about it. "You're so thoughtful."
The leader of the anti-fans nodded without the slightest hint of guilt, "It's what an assistant should do."
Zhang Yuyu exclaimed, "Brother Zhan made the right choice in selecting you as his assistant."
"..." The leader of the anti-fans dared not utter a sound.
The more groups you join, the more information you have. At his peak, Mo Ning joined over thirty groups simultaneously. Unable to chat at the same time, he would appear at different times. He would agree with the topics and provide emotional support, while the other group members would provide him with various rumors and insider information.
For example, allergens.
In public programs, Qin Weijin never mentioned that he suffers from severe food allergy symptoms, but judging from various leaked photos and materials, his range of allergens is actually quite wide.
However, these conclusions are all Mo Ningzhi's own guesses and cannot be verified.
During a variety show recording, Qin Weijin accidentally ate a small piece of fruit, causing the recording to be interrupted and he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The commotion was so great that the production team couldn't suppress the news at all, and the incident became a trending topic that very afternoon, causing a sensation online.
That time, his haters criticized him for three days straight, day and night, accusing him of being arrogant.
It was after that incident that Mo Ningzhi roughly determined the range of Qin Weijin's allergies, but she kept it to herself.
Unexpectedly, after so much time has passed, he still remembers it, and accidentally reveals it to Qin Weijin.
Thinking of this, Mo Ningzhi suddenly smiled.
If Qin Weijin were to discover one day that his new assistant was actually his biggest hater, his expression would certainly be priceless.
If Qin Weijin had been a little more perceptive and had the sudden inspiration to investigate the events of the day of the interview, he might have discovered that his supposedly secret breakup in the hallway had been exposed to the light of day. That scumbag would probably be so scared that he couldn't sleep.
Just thinking about it is exciting.
Mo Ningzhi glanced in the direction Qin Weijin had left, her eyes revealing a light of excitement and joy.
He initially chose to become an entertainment reporter, a profession not closely related to his major, because he wanted to expose the true faces of some hypocrites in the entertainment industry who wore human skin but did nothing human. In just over six months in the industry, he exposed countless scandals, big and small. The most egregious individuals are still struggling to recover from the online backlash, and his promising career was cut short.
Mo Ningzhi was highly accomplished in this regard, and was most adept at peeling away people's hypocritical facades to expose their rotten inner selves.
The Qin dynasty's subjugation of Jin was no exception.
People will always slip up if their words and actions don't match.
...
In the break room, Qin Weijin watched Mo Ningzhi leave with a cheerful expression through the one-way glass. After working for so long, this was the first time Qin Weijin had seen Mo Ningzhi smile so beautifully behind him.
Mo Ningzhi was already good-looking, and her smile made her even more radiant and captivating.
Moreover, the way he looked at my back just now was focused and full of interest, and his intense emotions were not concealed at all.
Her personality is full of contrasts, always surprising people.
...Qin became somewhat confused about Jin.
Is he a fan or not?
“Clatter.”
The door to the lounge opened and closed again. Zhan Linzhou walked in after hanging up a phone call. "He's calling again to ask about Mo Ningzhi. Many entertainment companies are interested in him and are offering very good terms. I hope our good fortune won't go to outsiders."
Qin Weijin withdrew his gaze, walked leisurely to the sofa by the window and sat down. Taking advantage of the rare short break, he was very relaxed, stretching his long legs out freely. "He has no interest in our line of work."
"Not necessarily. Both of his jobs are related to the entertainment industry. Maybe he's looking for a suitable path?"
"You said it yourself, quite a few people are inquiring about him," Qin Weijin said calmly. "Does he need to go to the trouble of figuring it out himself?"
Too.
Zhan Linzhou nodded and sighed in disappointment, "What a pity to waste such a promising talent."
"Oh, right." Zhan Linzhou suddenly remembered something and mentioned, "Yang Lian just contacted me, wanting a regular cast member for a variety show and the female lead in the idol drama that Director Tang is preparing to film. So, did she agree?"
Qin Weijin was silent for a moment, then said, "Idol dramas can help her get a chance, but variety shows are out of the question. She's not suitable for being a regular on them."
Zhan Linzhou nodded and tapped a few times on his phone. "Okay, I'll go talk to them in person tomorrow."
After saying that, he clicked his tongue twice: "No wonder the girl thought you were deeply in love with her, that you were so willing to give her anything she wanted. If I were her, I would love you too."
Qin for Jin: "..."
He glanced at the deranged Zhan Linzhou, whose face clearly showed he was insane.
"Why are you glaring at me? She sent a bouquet of red roses to the studio yesterday, 520 of them, but I stopped her. Don't tell me you don't know what that means." Zhan Linzhou patted his shoulder solemnly and said earnestly, "If I hadn't stopped her, you'd be trending on social media, my dear nephew."
Qin for Jin: "..."
I'm tempted to blow up this rigid kinship system and chaotic generational hierarchy.
...
Two days after receiving the new schedule, Qin Weijin's new drama was released. The first four episodes were well received, and the discussion on several major domestic video platforms remained high. As a result, he was inundated with various promotional activities and program invitations. He was so busy that he had to keep his feet on the ground, and his schedule had to be accurate to the minute. He dared not waste a second.
Mo Ningzhi thought he had already experienced Qin Weijin's terrifying popularity firsthand, but after having his buttons pulled off seven times, his hair pulled five times, and his shoes stepped on eight times at the event, he finally realized that he still knew too little about the fan circle.
He used to be the one chasing after people with a camera, but now he's the one being pushed around by others, which is definitely not a pleasant experience.
The popularity of the new drama lasted for a whole week and is still rising. In just a few days, Qin Weijin's Weibo account gained more than two million followers, demonstrating an astonishing ability to attract fans.
It was 10 p.m., and they had just finished recording a promotional video for a variety show. Mo Ningzhi accompanied Qin Weijin out from backstage. As soon as they stepped outside, they were nearly knocked back by the escalating screams. Qin Weijin, however, seemed used to it and remained unfazed the whole way.
"Ahhhhh, Brother Jin, look here! Look here!"
"Jin, you've worked hard. Be careful on your way home from get off work!"
"Take care and get some rest, don't overwork yourself for Jin!"
Everywhere you look, there are words of concern from fans.
Qin Weijin stood in an open space and waved to his fans: "It's too late, everyone go home and be careful."
One sentence pushed the fans' emotions even higher, and before the security guards could be squeezed and look pale, Qin Weijin turned around and got into the car.
Mo Ningzhi closed the door, unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Qin Weijin, then said to Xiao Liu, "Take Brother Jin home first, I'll take a taxi home later."
"Okay." Xiao Liu started the car smoothly.
Qin Weijin drank some water wearily, his brow furrowed with exhaustion. "You don't need to take me home. Xiao Liu will be fine."
“It probably won’t work.” Mo Ningzhi shook her head, speaking in the same tired tone and at the same pace: “Manager Zhan said there are entertainment reporters staking out your building. Let us take you to your door.”
Qin Weijin glanced at him.
It is said that people are most likely to let their guard down when they are tired, and it is also easiest for their disguise to be seen through. I wonder if Mo Ningzhi is the same.
“You haven’t experienced this kind of workload before. If you’re too tired, you can take the day off tomorrow,” Qin Weijin said.
Mo Ningzhi leaned back in her chair, looking over listlessly. Her beautiful eyes and brows had lost their sparkle, yet she possessed a captivatingly languid charm. "Brother Jin, aren't you afraid that Xiao Guo and Hangxing will be crying at your doorstep tomorrow?"
This period is the busiest time. If one person is missing, the workload will increase several times. Xu Hangxing has been working with Zhan Linzhou to contact new partners these past two days. In addition to accompanying them on outings and events, Xiao Guo is also responsible for printing new merchandise and small cards, which is equally time-consuming and laborious.
We can't let a young girl like Zhang Yuyu face crazy fans.
Qin Weijin smiled upon hearing this: "I can give them a raise."
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
He turned to look at Qin Weijin. By sheer coincidence, their eyes met halfway through their journey, and they briefly brushed past each other.
Thump.
The car went over a speed bump.
“If Brother Jin shows his concern through money, I can also forgo my vacation.” Mo Ningzhi gave a brief laugh.
Qin Weijin was slightly taken aback, unable to tell whether it was Mo Ningzhi's gaze that was too deceptive, or whether the speed bump had given him a brief moment of palpitation.
"Really? I thought you didn't care about money."
Mo Ningzhi blurted out, "How could that be? I'm very poor. If I didn't have this salary, I would be starving next month."
Qin for Jin: "..."
He looked at Mo Ningzhi and thought to himself, "If I hadn't happened to see the row of zeros you donated, I would have actually believed your nonsense."
He snapped out of his daze and continued to probe: "If that's the case, then you've made the wrong choice to become an assistant. I've seen your resume; you'd earn a higher salary if you chose to be a photographer."
As the car crossed an overpass, the interior suddenly went dark. Mo Ningzhi chuckled in the darkness, "But I'm a die-hard fan of Brother Jin. I'm willing to give up money to get closer to my idol."
Qin for Jin: "..."
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Since Qin Weijin's debut, he has heard countless words of praise, some sincere, some false, and some flattering. But only Mo Ningzhi spoke with such nonchalance, even when lying, he was so absent-minded, yet he was still captivating.
Just then, the nanny van arrived at its destination. Mo Ningzhi's drowsiness had mostly disappeared during their brief chat. As Xiao Liu parked the car in the garage, he was about to get out when he looked up and noticed something. The smile on his lips faded.
Qin Weijin turned to look out the window and saw a beautiful woman standing outside his door. She was wearing a red fishtail dress and had exquisite makeup, as if she had just come from some event.
Seeing him get out of the car, Yang Lian ran over with a look of surprise and joy, "Brother Jin, you're finally back."
Qin for Jin: "..."
His expression turned indifferent after he got out of the car. "What are you doing here?"
Yang Lian pinched her skirt, her face slightly flushed: "I think I left my favorite necklace at your house last month, so I came to look for it."
Qin Weijin's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled that Yang Lian had indeed barged into his house last month. At that time, Zhan Linzhou had just left and hadn't had time to close the door yet, so she squeezed in through the crack in the door.
We chatted for about ten minutes, and then I asked for an interview and two idol dramas for next year.
Qin Weijin had no recollection of whether she had left the necklace behind when she left.
There probably isn't one.
I hired someone to clean the house, so I should tell him if I found it.
The entrance to a residence late at night is the easiest place for entertainment reporters to hide. There might be several cameras and microphones pointed at him right now. Qin Weijin had no interest in getting on the trending topics list here, so he kept his distance and said, "The housekeeper cleans the house. She didn't find any necklace. Go back and look for it."
Yang Lian's face stiffened: "Brother Jin, you've been avoiding me for days. You don't answer my calls, you don't reply to my texts, and you don't even check my private messages on Weibo. So I had no choice but to come to your house to wait for you."
Before Qin Weijin could speak, he heard a low sneer behind him.
He turned around suspiciously.
Seeing Mo Ningzhi's flippant gaze, and in the dim light, her undisguised sarcasm and interest, she noticed Mo Ningzhi's gaze.
Qin for Jin: "?"
A note from the author:
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Mo Ningzhi: Gotcha, little tail.
[I had a bad cold a couple of days ago and was delirious with fever, so I didn't update. Sorry for waiting, everyone. I'll be sending out small red envelopes in the comments section. See you tomorrow.]
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