Chapter 123 Dream: The painter you can’t date is drawing fan fiction for others…
"Why did you fight with him? And you went to his house specifically to fight him. Did he provoke you?" Chang Xile still couldn't understand. Xie Wuya was such a social slave, overwhelmed by his paperwork every day, and never left the house. How could he have any contact with Anping again?
Unless this matter is related to Chang Xile, she must ask clearly.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Chang Xile crossed his arms.
"You said before that you wanted to discuss something with Yang Guisi. Is it today? Where?" An Ping answered the question irrelevantly.
Chang Xile wasn't buying it and was about to ask more questions, but then her phone rang in her pocket. She took it out, glanced at it, pointed at Anping with her index finger, and said, "I'll settle with you later." Then she let Anping go for the time being.
The person who sent the message was indeed Yang Guisi.
After the three of them discussed it, they decided to meet at Yang Guisi's house.
"Wow, how did you get that on your face?" Yang Guisi noticed the injury on Anping's face as soon as he opened the photo. He was a handsome man, so any blemish on his face was very obvious.
This was really a case of bringing up something irrelevant. Anping wanted to smile, but was afraid of disturbing the wound, so he simply replied, "It's okay, don't worry."
Chang Xile bumped his shoulder, signaling him to be more polite.
"Haha... then let's go in and talk." Yang Guisi moved aside from the door and invited the two into the house.
"Actually, simply spreading this information widely isn't that difficult. We have experience with self-media and a fan base." Yang Guisi opened her computer, but the meeting notes section was empty. "The difficulty lies in how you can convince people. And one thing we must be mindful of is that if we spread this information widely without any evidence, we could very well be banned for spreading rumors or even be called in by the "Hat Uncle"."
Indeed, Chang Xile thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we split up into two groups?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Guisi looked up and asked her.
Chang Xile turned to look at Anping and said, "I still need your cooperation."
At twelve o'clock that evening, Gui Si and Lan Tong, who had been silent for a long time, released another collaboration video.
Excited fans called their friends to come and watch, wanting to see what kind of supernatural horror stories these two hosts would bring.
After the cheerful song and dance at the beginning of the video, the headline appears: "Two or Three Things You Need to Know About Earthquakes." The video's content is clearly carefully planned, with the images composed of hand-drawn illustrations, creating a beautiful comic strip. The video is divided into sections covering pre-earthquake preparations, escaping from the epicenter, and post-earthquake precautions. The details are so detailed that it seems as if the audience is being carried in their pockets to escape together when the earthquake strikes.
[Is this my retribution for staying up late? Am I actually hallucinating from watching the video?!]
[Anchor, if your account is hacked, just blink]
[Oh my goodness, as a permanent resident of a mountain town, I've really memorized this information. Friends from other places can take a closer look at this, as it can save your life in critical moments.]
[I tried to find traces of advertising in this video, but it turned out to be a purely popular science video. Is the host planning to change direction?]
[I actually quite like this video. The host's way of expressing himself is very cute, and he's especially friendly to people like me who come from out of town. Earthquakes are unlikely to happen in my hometown, so sometimes I really don't have a clue. I just remember the motto: don't run from minor earthquakes, but you can't run from major ones, haha.]
[The person above, no matter what, we still have to try to escape to a safe place, we can't give up.]
[Am I the only one who thinks these drawings are incredibly beautiful…are you considering developing peripheral products?]
After seeing this comment, some people noticed that this was actually a video created jointly by three people.
[Prosit? Sounds familiar. Is he the creator of the video graphics?]
[Prosit, the Prosit whose paintings can each be sold for tens of millions?]
Hahahaha what are you talking about? If this is real Prosit I'll eat my shoes... I'm done.
[Wow, is it really him? ? ? ? ?]
[You can find out by visiting his homepage.]
The account named Prosit is clean and has only posted this co-produced video. Unlike other accounts, his title has an official blue V logo.
For a while, no one paid much attention to the change in style on Guisi's account. That night, the top trending search title was #Friends, the painter who can't buy your works is drawing comic strips for others! Several trending searches about earthquake escape tips also rose in the rankings.
This short video jointly created by three people received a number of views that Guisi’s account had never achieved before, and it did not show any signs of decline after one night, but continued to soar.
After that night, it was gratifying to see that Guisi increased the frequency of live broadcasts and videos, which greatly satisfied viewers who had been suffering from the lack of videos to "help them sleep." But what was different from before was that Guisi actually interspersed some earthquake escape tips in his live broadcasts or videos from time to time.
[It's very weird, you know, it's very weird, just like when I was listening to ASMR and the video suddenly started playing Namo Amitabha.]
[I've gotten used to it after listening to it hhhh. Anyway, I'm listening to commercials or popular science anyway, so I'd rather listen to popular science.]
[Come here specifically for Prosit, check in]
[Oh my god, Oniji, you actually know Prosit. I declare that you are one of my connections from now on!]
[Actually, I've been seeing rumors lately that the mountain city is about to have an earthquake, but I've always thought it was nonsense.]
[Our company has increased its earthquake drills recently. My friend told me her daughter's school has been doing drills two or three times a week.]
[This can’t be true…]
[Are the people who believe this the same people who believed the world would end in 2012? This is all groundless speculation. Can you please focus on the ghost stories the host is telling?]
[I also heard that rumor.]
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Chang Xile looked at the countless “1”s in the live broadcast room barrage and knew that their plan had been partially successful, but it was not enough.
After another live broadcast ended, Yang Guisi took out her books and notes from her schoolbag. The final week was approaching, and in order to avoid failing the course, she had to take some time out of her busy schedule to review.
But Chang Xile didn't have time for this, as she had another thing to do.
When she stood up, An Ping, who was sketching beside her, suddenly grabbed her arm. He nodded at Chang Xile's dark circles and said disapprovingly, "You haven't slept enough these past few days. You should rest today."
Chang Xile smiled, but her expression showed no sign of compromise. She just stretched out her hand to him.
Anping sighed helplessly and handed the stack of materials he had sorted out to Chang Xile.
It contains names and addresses of people, all of whom are well-known and influential figures in the mountain city.
"Be careful." Anping advised.
Chang Xile waved her hand, "I know." Then she collapsed into Anping's arms. She had left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to lie down properly.
Yang Guisi was reviewing a manuscript for the next day's publication. Without Chang Xile, she and Anping had nothing to talk about, so they worked even more silently. But Anping had no time for anything else; the intensity of his daily work was practically wearing off his fingerprints.
Chang Xile traveled through the streets and alleys, having no difficulty finding her way. The houses she visited were all either wealthy or noble, but once she entered, she didn't even spare a glance at the jewels and valuables that glittered in the darkness. Instead, she went straight to the owner's room and began to dream.
That's right, as a spirit, Chang Xile can easily visit other people's dreams. But she certainly can't just go in her usual appearance. To make it more realistic, Chang Xile went to Dai Shanyan to borrow a set of Wu Chang's uniform.
"Why don't you go to Lord Xie to get a set to wear? He should be considered your mentor, right? Doesn't he take care of you?" Dai Shanyan borrowed a set from Chang Xile without saying a word, and didn't forget to gossip at the same time.
"What mentor? You're talking more and more like an adult at work." Chang Xile shook his head. "How dare I go to him again?"
I don't know what exactly An Ping fought, but I heard it was brutal. I'm really worried that after Xie Wuya meets her, he'll be so upset that he'll force her to pay for her medical treatment.
"Could the last duel in the underworld have anything to do with you?" Although Dai Shanyan often had to go out on business and had little contact with the underworld headquarters, she had still heard some of such explosive news.
"No way..." Chang Xile laughed, glanced at the time and quickly said goodbye to Dai Shanyan, "Okay, I'm in a hurry. Listen, I'll tell you next time. See you later."
That night, several officials and some high-ranking staff dreamed of a ghost in white coming to escort them to the underworld. The cause of death was an earthquake, and the time of death was three o'clock in the morning more than ten days later.
This dream was so realistic that most people could not accept the fact that they would die so early. They begged with tears and snot, and were still a little dazed until they woke up.
One of them, named Zhou Jun, reacted most violently. After waking up, he was still gasping for breath and went to his children's rooms in the dark to check.
Zhou Jun was still a little dazed until he went to work the next day.
Zhou Jun came back to his senses only after his subordinate waved at him again. He said, "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night. What did you say just now?"
"Earthquake?" Zhou Jun thought it was a coincidence. He felt his eyebrows twitching and asked, "Earthquake monitoring is not the job of our Abnormal Management Bureau. When did you start taking care of this?"
But before he could answer, Zhou Jun frowned again: "When is the earthquake you are talking about?"
"yes……"
"The twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month?"
"The twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month."
Hearing the minister's unanimous response, Li Chuanliu couldn't help but exchange a glance with Xia Lai. He asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
Zhou Jun sighed deeply in his heart.
The result of the subsequent discussion was the same. Without concrete evidence, even if the situation was brought up step by step, it would probably be difficult to advance the resident relocation plan, as the potential losses to the local finances would be too great.
"But." Zhou Jun recalled the vivid dream last night, sighed, and said, "I can help you explain the situation to your superiors."
Li Chuanliu and Xia Lai had originally given up hope, but after hearing what Zhou Jun said, they almost hugged each other with joy: "Thank you, Minister!"
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