Unless necessary, Ji Xinghe would stay as far away from the Ji family and people like Zhao Zhenlin, Jingze, and Zhou Minghui as possible. It would be best if they kept to themselves and never met each other in their lifetime. It would be fine as long as they could be beautiful on their own.
But that didn't mean Ji Xinghe was a wimp. With Ji Xin blocking his doorway, staring at him with disdain, Ji Xinghe felt hesitant to even speak to her, fearing it would drag down his intelligence. He simply rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with casual doubt. "Are you okay? Talk to yourself. If you have a problem with your head, go to the hospital. I can't cure it, so I won't stay with you."
After saying that, he walked away in a leisurely manner under Ji Xin's gaze. Being harassed by flies, such a small matter, could not affect his good mood.
Ji Xinghe walked briskly and slipped away for a long distance in a short while. Ji Xin couldn't catch up with him even in her high heels. In the end, she could only follow him from a distance.
Ji Xin wanted to find out where he was working. Ideally, she could find a place and complain to him until he couldn't continue working there. Regardless of what Ji Shian thought, she was going to get her hands on either the stocks or the villa. As the owner, it would be easy for her to complain about a gardener.
Ji Xin, who had suffered losses at the hands of Ji Xinghe time and time again, felt that only if Ji Xinghe's life became worse could she get rid of the anger in her heart.
Unfortunately, Ji Xin's idea was destined to be disappointing. She saw Ji Xinghe entering a villa not far away, which turned out to be the lakeside villa she had liked before.
Ji Xinchong followed her and asked the salesperson who had been silent all this time, "Has anyone started living in this villa?"
The saleswoman put on a professional smile and replied, "Yes, the owner of this villa just happened to move in today."
She happened to be watching when Ji Xinghe and Qi Yao were looking at a house. They bought a villa worth tens of millions, almost hundreds of millions, in no time, and paid in full. Even in Shanghai, where wealthy people are everywhere, it's not common. At that time, she envied the colleague who won the deal, wondering how much bonus he would get.
Ji Xin hadn't thought much about it until this point, and continued to ask: "Who lives here?"
"I'm sorry, according to regulations, we can't disclose the owner's information privately." The saleswoman paused for a moment, then looked at Ji Xin's expression and said, "But didn't you see that the gentleman just now is the owner of this villa?"
Ji Xin looked incredulous, "You said he's the owner? Isn't he working here?!"
This left the saleswoman at a loss for words. People moving into a new house and cleaning out their rooms inevitably dress less formally, so why are they treated like workers here? Even though she'd witnessed many wealthy feuds while working here, the saleswoman felt a little tired.
So he asked directly: "Miss Ji, do you want to continue looking at houses?"
It’s better to answer no, so that she can get off work in half an hour and go to the cinema to queue up for tickets.
Because "Dream" performed so well at the box office, online ticket sales were overwhelmed several times during its release in Country M. Each time, as soon as it was repaired, it was overwhelmed again. Country C learned from this experience and simply stopped selling tickets online. Instead, they adopted the most primitive method: having audiences buy tickets directly in person at the cinema. Each person's ID card can only buy one ticket.
The cinema starts selling tickets half a month in advance, which makes it difficult for those office workers who work from nine to five. When they go to buy tickets after work, the line is so long that they can't even see the ticket office.
The same thing happened to the salespeople. Those with connections immediately called in time off upon hearing the news, combining it with vacation time to free up three or four days to queue up for tickets. Those without connections, like her, could only keep themselves alert and serve the guests with a smile while their colleagues took time off to queue up.
Because so many people have taken leave, there are not enough people in the sales department, and those who are left sometimes have to work overtime.
So no matter how professional she was, the female salesperson was a little impatient at this moment.
Ji Xin was so shocked that she didn't hear what the saleswoman said. Her mind was full of only one thing: where did Ji Xinghe get the money?
She remembered clearly that before Ji Xinghe returned to the Ji family, he lived in a rental house that was so shabby that it couldn't be more shabby. From the clothes he wore and the mobile phone he carried, it was obvious at a glance that he was in financial difficulty.
How long has it been since then? Where did he get the money to buy such a villa?
Ji Xin decided to go home and tell Zhao Wan about this discovery, and ask Zhao Wan to find someone to investigate, maybe they could find something valuable.
Zhao Zhen still couldn't forget Ji Xinghe and never gave up looking for him. Dad said it with disdain, but Ji Xin knew that he was actually secretly sending people to look for him.
Ji Xin thought about this and started to walk back. As she walked, she started to call Zhao Wan, "Mom, I just saw Ji Xinghe. I want to tell you..."
"Are you back? Here's your watermelon juice." Qi Yao heard the sound of the door opening outside and walked out of the kitchen holding a glass of watermelon juice.
Ji Xinghe didn't reach out to take it. As he changed his shoes, he said, "Wait for me to go wash my hands. I told you, I just ran into Ji Xin when I was taking out the trash. She looked at me strangely and said something strange. I didn't understand anything."
Ji Xinghe took a sip from Qi Yao's hand, then walked to the bathroom sink. After washing his hands carefully and looking up, he saw his face in the mirror. It was covered in at least five or six mud marks.
He reached out his hand to wipe the mud marks on his face doubtfully, then turned around and looked at Qi Yao in confusion, "Did I accidentally rub my face with my hand when I was planting flowers just now?"
"I remember I didn't rub it." Ji Xinghe murmured, "You wiped my sweat."
The next thing that caught his eye was Qi Yao's wantonly raised mouth corners and the smirk that he couldn't suppress.
"You're teasing me!" Ji Xinghe suddenly realized, and then pounced fiercely at the man with a smirk.
Qi Yao had a living person weighing over a hundred pounds hanging on his body. One hand had to hold Ji Xinghe's waist to prevent him from falling, and the other hand had to keep his balance to prevent the juice in his hand from spilling. In the end, he had no hands free and could only let Ji Xinghe's claws ravage his face.
"I was wondering what was wrong with Ji Xin just now. She must have seen the mud marks on my face. She might have been making up stories about how miserable I was." Ji Xinghe kneaded Qi Yao's angular face and said angrily; "You made me lose face in front of outsiders. How do you think I should punish you?"
Of course, this was just a joke to Qi Yao. Ji Xinghe didn't care what Ji Xin thought of him.
"Got it. No use of the dishwasher after dinner tonight. You wash the dishes." Ji Xinghe originally wanted to say that he wouldn't give him dinner, but in the end, when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he thought better of it. It's not a big deal to just not give him dinner. He should just wash the dishes.
While eating, Ji Xinghe and Qi Yao were chatting, and the conversation turned to Ji Xinghe's movies.
"Come to think of it, we haven't watched a movie together yet? 'Dream' will be released in Shanghai soon. Do you want to go to the cinema with me to appreciate my perfect acting skills?" Ji Xinghe took a bite of the fragrant chicken leg, and then boasted about himself without any shame.
Qi Yao raised his eyebrows, "Do you have a ticket?" He had been recharging his batteries online these past two days, and the most common messages he received were people complaining about not being able to buy tickets.
"Of course, I'm the leading actor. I've been selected, so I must have tickets." The tickets were electronic ones given by Joyce. He was generous enough to give Ji Xinghe more than a dozen at one time. Now the prices outside are sky-high. Ji Xinghe has calculated that if Qi Yao doesn't want to watch it, then he will sell them all when the time comes, and he will have quite a bit of money.
If he went, he would keep two for himself and sell the rest.
Even though he thought so, Ji Xinghe's eyes flickered with anticipation as he looked at Qi Yao. After all, this was his debut work in two lifetimes.
"Then go. My first time going to the cinema is to see a movie starring you, Xing Xing. It's very meaningful." What Qi Yao didn't mention was that he had already watched it countless times online. He deleted every recording he watched. These were all pirated recordings. If they were spread, his host's share of the profits would be at a disadvantage.
Speaking of this movie, Ji Xinghe remembered that his main account was now quite successful. Although his secondary account was no longer very useful, it should at least be able to see the end. It had been a long time since he started filming the movie.
I feel really sorry for those old fans who have been following him from the beginning.
Thinking of this, after dinner, when Qi Yao was washing dishes in the kitchen, Ji Xinghe rarely started a live broadcast.
Holding the phone upright, Ji Xinghe waved towards the camera and said, "Hi everyone, I haven't been doing live broadcasts lately due to some things. Let's make up for it tonight."
After all, the fan base is there. Although Ji Xinghe hasn't broadcast live for a long time, many viewers still flock in as soon as he starts broadcasting. However, the content of the comments is a bit biased, and they all ask about movies.
Because now many people have recognized the leading actor of "Dream", the one who Sun took them to take secret photos.
[Ahhh! Streamer, you're finally live! All the flowers I've been waiting for have wilted.]
[Host, have you moved again? Are you looking at the renovations at that friend of yours? I want to see! Please, host, walk around the house with your phone.]
[Host, did you know that "Dream" is coming to theaters in Country C? I'm so excited! Unfortunately, I can't buy tickets.]
Ji Xinghe had grown accustomed to the fact that his livestream studio always prioritized "friends" over the host, and he simply stopped wasting time trying to draw their attention back. Anyway, the discussions were all about him.
Seeing that everyone on the public screen was talking about movie tickets, Ji Xinghe couldn't pretend not to notice and started a discussion with them. He didn't plan to do a proper live broadcast anyway, so he just chatted, "Did you all go buy movie tickets?"
Upon hearing this, a row of "Bought it." flashed across the public screen.
Others say:
[I'm currently queuing at the entrance of the Shanghai Cinema. I just counted and it should be my turn in about a kilometer.]
[The one a kilometer ahead, don't go! I'm also at the Magic City Cinema. I'll pay a thousand yuan for us to switch seats. You're too far ahead!]
[I'll give you two thousand. Please change seats!]
[Five thousand! My number is 183863287. I can transfer the money right away!]
These people started bidding directly on the public screen in the live broadcast room, with the price rising from one thousand to twenty thousand, just for a location one kilometer away, and it seemed that there was still room for appreciation.
This made Ji Xinghe, who was watching the fun at the side, speechless. There are still many rich people in Shanghai. It's just a position. Why do you care so much?
Then someone in the audience told him, "It's really that important. Because the person who just commented on their position in the barrage left another comment and directly rejected the previous bid, "Thanks for the invitation, not for sale. Whether you can buy tickets in the future is uncertain."
After all, the cinema’s capacity is limited. Tickets have been sold for three days. Today is the last day and no more tickets will be sold tomorrow.
At this moment, Ji Xinghe saw a familiar ID floating across the public screen: [Huo Huo Huo: I've been queuing at the cinema entrance for two days, just to buy a ticket.]
They wanted the tickets so badly that Ji Xinghe didn't dare tell them he had more than ten tickets. He was afraid of drowning in the enthusiasm of the live broadcast audience.
The author has something to say: Little Star: These are just small amounts of money.
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