"Sit down and I'll tell you something and you'll believe me." Xie Ming pointed to the small stool in front of him.
Qu Shangjun thought to himself that since he was already tired, he might as well sit down and listen to what other people had to say.
"A calamity is about to befall your family today." Xie Ming said as soon as he saw Qu Shangjun sit down, striking him with a stick that made Qu Shangjun's eyes bloodshot and his teeth clenched.
He jumped up, intending to knock over Xie Ming's stall. But then he remembered what time it was. He glared at him angrily and turned to leave.
Xie Ming added, "If you don't listen now, it will be too late!"
"Tell me!" Qu Shangjun stopped and turned around, suppressing his temper, afraid of missing something and regretting it later.
"Quickly call your family members, call everyone you can. As long as someone gets home before 1 p.m., you can escape this disaster."
Qu Shangjun's first thought was of his elderly family members. He glanced at his watch and saw that there was less than half an hour left.
Regardless of whether he believed it or not, he quickly took out the program's phone number. If the person in front of him was really a "master," as long as he tried his best to contact him, half an hour would be enough for his family members who were away to get back.
Seeing that he obediently dialed the number, Xie Ming felt relieved and calmly started drinking his tea.
After making seven or eight phone calls, Qu Shangjun hung up and refused to leave, sitting sullenly next to Xie Ming without saying a word.
Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Xie Ming ignored him and started reading the bamboo slips on his own.
Time passed slowly, and the two sat facing each other.
Fans of the other guests in the same group were also a little uncomfortable. Why were their brothers going around looking for people, while this person just stayed here?
If that inexplicable master is lying, we can settle accounts with him after the competition is over. Why stay here?
As a result, the live chat was filled with fans arguing and insulting each other.
Fans of the other group guests were naturally happy to join in the criticism, and the screen was instantly filled with accusations against Qu Shangjun.
Soon, the hashtags "Qu Shangjun throws a tantrum" and "Qu Shangjun disregards the overall situation" also slowly climbed the headlines.
The director was overjoyed to see a small surge in viewership and quickly gave the group the green light, though he also wanted to see how things went.
The agreed time passed quickly, and the person in front of the screen could clearly see Qu Shangjun staring at the black screen of his phone, his hands beginning to tremble slightly.
The trolls started attacking him again, labeling him as a coward, superstitious, and so on.
Die-hard fans firmly sided with Qu Shangjun, retorting: "What's wrong with my brother caring about his family? His actions show he's a loving and responsible person. If that liar hadn't maliciously misled us, how could he have been so frightened?"
They all began to feel sorry for their "tricked" older brother.
The online argument went on for ages without a clear winner, and finally ended with Qu Shangjun's phone call.
"The phone is ringing, answer it!" Xie Ming gestured to Qu Shangjun to answer the phone.
"Hello!"
"What! How dare he!"
Qu Shangjun was completely numb. The person on the other end of the phone was his older brother, who was obviously calling to let him know he was safe.
According to his brother, the nanny of his nephew was actually an enemy who was sent in by someone else, and there were usually several people guarding the house.
But today, their grandmother took two nannies to the hospital, and the remaining two suddenly had stomach problems. As a result, only that enemy was left at home with his six-month-old child.
The first person to arrive at the house was Qu Shangjun's older brother. As soon as he entered, he noticed something was wrong and immediately began searching around.
He then saw the nanny holding the child underwater in the bathroom of the children's room. If he had arrived home even a few minutes later, the child would have been dead.
"How is the child now!" Qu Shangjun's face was tense, showing how urgent the situation had been.
After a long conversation on the other end of the phone, his tense body gradually relaxed.
"Brother, a fortune teller told me that. Okay..."
After a brief exchange, Qu Xiangjun respectfully handed the phone to Xie Ming, his previous disdain completely gone.
"A sincere offer of 5 million! We accept WeChat QR code transfers."
Xie Ming took the phone, gave the price, and then handed the phone back to Qu Shangjun. The person on the other end didn't even get a chance to say a word.
"Master, something might happen to my brother."
Qu Shangjun looked at Xie Ming cautiously, feeling that it was his previous attitude that had caused the master to disrespect his own brother.
“My karmic ties with him are severed. Send him the QR code over there. He has to pay for it. Got it?”
His superior demeanor stunned Qu Shangjun, who dared not say anything more and could only respectfully do as Xie Ming said.
Netizens are naturally curious about what exactly happened to the Qu family. It's well known that Qu Shangjun isn't exactly low-key; when he first entered the entertainment industry, everyone knew his family was wealthy. Now that there's big news, everyone's eager to hear it.
The live chat was quiet, but the number of viewers gradually increasing on the split screen showed just how many people were watching.
Some people came in unaware of the situation, looked around in confusion, and then left.
Qu Shangjun was at a loss for words. This person had essentially saved his nephew's life. Even if it were 10 million, let alone 5 million, it wouldn't be a small amount.
But what did he just do? Did he offend someone?
He was extremely conflicted, so he just sat on the small stool and stared at Xie Ming.
There were also many curious fans and netizens in Ningcheng, and after watching such a big show, some people immediately started rushing over. The director quickly reminded the two to move away.
Qu Shangjun then realized what was happening, grinned foolishly at Xie Ming, and began to pack up his tools without stopping.
Xie Ming watched as he, like an idiot, carefully packed away the items one by one and then carried them onto the dusty tricycle parked to the side.
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