Aside from the day she went to Xu Qi's house, Ji Qian has been incredibly busy these past few days.
The cemetery manager spread her 'good name' far and wide, and now the legend of Ji Qian is almost everywhere in the cemetery circle.
All the high-end cemeteries in the capital wanted her to conduct a detailed survey on the residents' living experience, so that they could upgrade to ultra-high-end cemeteries with 'customized private ghost' features.
Adhering to the life motto of "it's a fool not to make money," Ji Qian gritted her teeth and visited three cemeteries in two days.
Fortunately, since it was a high-end cemetery, the ghosts were all of high quality. Occasionally, one or two troublesome ones would ignore Ji Qian, a 'young girl' who clearly didn't have much money.
So it wasn't until she received a call from Master Bufeng that Ji Qian suddenly remembered that she still had to deal with the moving.
When Ji Qian arrived back at the new house by subway, the house was almost fully furnished, and several workers dressed in gray monk robes were chatting while wiping the floor.
"You know what, Master Ji's house layout is really good. It's the best feng shui I've seen recently."
"Yes, and it's clean too, without a trace of yin energy. The place I moved to last week had more ghosts than people in it."
"Could there be a worse place than the one I encountered? A house full of ghostly children, making so much noise it gave me a headache."
"Then why didn't you just bring them back to the company and find a place outside to perform a proper rite of passage?"
"Yeah, I heard that group is all foreigners. Didn't you pass the TEM-8 (Test for English Majors-Band 8) back then?"
"Do you think I don't want to? The previous owner of that house was a wealthy Thai businessman who died in a car accident. The whole house of kids speaks only Thai and doesn't understand English at all."
Although she had long known that Buddha was merciful and did not save those below the undergraduate level, Ji Qian still felt a deep sense of disconnect when she heard these monks discussing their university majors from back then.
"Oh, Benefactor Ji has arrived!" Before Ji Qian could even enter the house, the monk closest to the door saw her first.
"Brother Wuyan, it's been a long time. How is Master Bufeng doing?"
Wu Yan was a disciple of Master Bu Feng and a junior disciple of Master Bu Chang. When she was young, she was almost always greeted by this senior disciple when she went to the temple to offer incense.
Because both Master Bu Chang and the host valued him highly, Ji Qian thought Wu Yan would be the next host, but unexpectedly, he followed in his master's footsteps a year ago.
“My master is in good health, but he misses his uncle and always cries secretly at night.”
After speaking, Wu Yan looked around and, seeing that the other workers had resumed their work and were not paying attention to this area, whispered to Ji Qian:
"My uncle had borrowed 2,000 yuan from my master the day before he passed away, without writing an IOU."
Recalling Master Bufeng's Pixiu attribute, Ji Qian even felt that the other party's reaction was relatively calm.
While Ji Qian was chatting with Wu Yan, the other monks had already finished their work.
Ji Qian transferred the remaining payment to Master Bufeng, treated the monks who had been busy for three days to a meal, and finally returned to the hotel to move her luggage to her new home alone.
Having worked together many times, these monks had a certain understanding of Ji Qian's living habits, so after they decorated the new house, Ji Qian didn't even need to bother with any tidying up.
After packing her luggage, Ji Qian, who had been busy for four days, collapsed onto the sofa, enjoying a rare moment of peace before the takeout arrived.
Unfortunately, a jarring notification sound shattered Ji Qian's comfortable leisure time.
Ji Qian took out her phone and saw that Director Liu's profile picture was flashing continuously in her contact list.
Ji Qian didn't know when he changed his profile picture to a portrait of Boss Xie. When she first saw it, she thought she had added the wrong person.
Liu Junyan: Good news, Teacher Ji! Due to the overwhelmingly high viewership of the live broadcast, the second recording of our program has been moved up to next Monday!
Ji Qian: But I'm not sure if I'll be available next Monday.
Liu Junyan: Don't worry, I've already confirmed with your agent. I'll need your help with next week's recording too. [bows.jpg]
Ji Qian: ...
Before Ji Qian could even recover from this devastating news, she received another call from Liu Xia:
"You received the message, right? I'll pick you up at 7 a.m. next Monday to go to Beijing International Airport."
This recording is being done overseas, and it's late autumn there now. The castle might not have heating, so remember to pack several warm clothes.
"A castle?!" Ji Qian had never heard of this before. "Could it be foreigners this time? My English isn't good enough to handle them!"
"Great, you're in character now."
Liu Xia expressed great satisfaction with Ji Qian's performance of automatically empathizing:
"Don't worry, you've already passed the CET-4 and CET-6 exams. I'll prepare a translator for you later, that should be enough."
Oh, and don't bother packing a coat.
"I just remembered, the production team must have prepared outfits to match the theme. Your tattered coats look really strange with that dress. I'll go buy you some faux fur coats to make it look better."
After saying that, Liu Xia hung up the phone in a hurry.
The first episode aired on Saturday night at 8 PM sharp.
Ji Qian had just rushed home from a cemetery in the suburbs and was about to change her clothes when she heard her own voice coming from the television.
Liu Xia, who accompanied her upstairs, had already set up the three essentials for watching the movie: air conditioning, soda, and popcorn. She was now sitting on the sofa, completely absorbed in watching the TV.
Just as the program reached the interview segment in the car, Ji Qian realized that her action of hiding the cheat sheet had been clearly recorded by a camera at a tricky angle.
When answering questions, the editors thoughtfully photoshopped the correct questions from the cheat sheet together with Ji Qian's answers, making Ji Qian's clear, bright eyes appear exceptionally intelligent.
The comments section was full of complaints, but unlike the malicious insults before, the comments were now filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
[Hahaha, so that's how it was!]
[The first person in the Chinese entertainment industry to give a wrong answer]
[Help! She's so silly, but I love her so much!]
[Haha, no wonder his answer was so nonsensical. I thought Ji Qian had gone crazy at first.]
Hahahaha, so it turns out there really are people who have the correct answer but still copy the wrong line!
I suddenly feel sorry for Ji Qian's manager.
[Feeling sorry for you +1]
The agent, feeling sorry for Ji Qian, was enjoying the fruit Ji Qian had offered when she remarked with considerable emotion:
"When I saw this part in the live stream, I almost had a heart attack. Luckily, there was a camera that you didn't notice, otherwise it would have been hard to explain."
Ji Qian also expressed her regret when she mentioned this: "I shouldn't have been lazy and just marked the problem."
Liu Xia was much calmer at this point, and even had the energy to comfort Ji Qian:
"Hey, consider it a blessing in disguise. At least it proves you're not pretending to be stupid."
Ji Qian didn't dare to provoke Liu Xia at this moment, so she could only smile and swallow the title of 'really stupid'.
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