Chapter 132 Emperor Ying: Just Playing Around with My Own Identity [1st Update]
"After she left, the box containing her dance costumes disappeared."
Two sentences gradually silenced the surrounding noise.
People around looked over, their gazes scrutinizing.
The eyes of the dancers who were about to go on stage, in particular, instantly turned cold.
This performance was very important to them, as they hoped to catch the eye of directors and producers and thus enter the entertainment industry.
After all, they were just trainees at the company, the most ordinary ones, and didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the talent show.
Now that their dance costumes are lost, they can't go on stage, so how can they attract the attention of people in the industry?
Ying Zijing was wearing a black baseball cap, the brim pulled down to cover her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only her nose and lips.
It was night again, and the lights were flickering, so the girl's features were not very clear; only an outline could be made out.
The hazy, indistinct appearance only amplifies its exquisite beauty.
The head of the working group also looked over: "So, she took it?"
“It’s not shown in the surveillance footage,” said the staff member who was watching the footage on the computer. “But she was definitely the last one to leave, and she wasn’t even in the group.”
How did they get backstage if they weren't staff or performers?
The team leader frowned, strode forward, and blocked the girl's path: "Miss, would you please come with us backstage again?"
He raised his hand to grab her arm.
But as soon as it was extended, it was intercepted by another hand.
The man's fingers were long and slender, with white, flawless fingertips.
It was a very light movement, but it inexplicably exuded a sharpness.
The cold-blooded are ruthless.
The head of the working group was taken aback and looked up.
Now that I'm so close, I was momentarily stunned by the person's appearance.
Hengdian World Studios is more than 300 kilometers away from Shanghai, in a small city.
Although the people here have some idea about the four major wealthy families in Shanghai, they have never seen them in person, so naturally they wouldn't recognize Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen raised his chin, a smile playing on his lips, his tone indifferent: "Go check the surveillance footage, it's complete."
The head of the working group was taken aback again, his brows furrowing even more.
Logically speaking, they really didn't need to bring dance costumes.
Although those dance costumes were exquisite, they were not luxury items.
Having met many people in Hengdian, the team leader could immediately tell that both the man and the girl were wearing haute couture.
Is it really necessary to make things difficult for a few dancers?
He took the walkie-talkie and called a technician over.
Ying Zijing looked up: "Yes, I can—"
"No need." Fu Yunshen pulled her hat brim down a little more. "It's not your business, why waste your time?"
He wasn't in the entertainment industry, but he had heard Nie Chao talk about some of the tricks and tactics there.
That's pretty disgusting.
Now, they've gone so far as to target even ordinary people.
Ying Zijin didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
This was such a small matter, and it happened so recently, that she understood the cause and effect at a glance.
Sometimes, when something outrageous happens to her, it's... not as interesting as watching it herself.
Technicians rushed over and began reviewing the surveillance footage copied from the monitoring room.
A few minutes later, he looked up and said, "Team leader, this surveillance footage has indeed been cut; a section is missing in the middle."
The working group leader's expression changed immediately: "How long will it take to recover?"
"It's a bit of a hassle," the technician said hesitantly. "It'll take me an hour."
"No." The lead dancer was anxious. "We only have ten minutes left before we go on stage."
Even if we were to order dance costumes now, it would be too late.
"Team leader!" Several staff members rushed over from the other side. "We found it! The dance costume has been found. We don't know who threw it into the gap on the other side of the stone bridge."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing deleted the text message and turned off her phone: "Let's go."
Seeing the two people leave like that, one of the staff members was very dissatisfied: "Team leader, are we just going to let them leave like that?"
"Anyway, the dance costumes have been recovered, and there's no evidence that they made them, so why stop them?" The team leader shook his head. "I don't know where this rich young master came from. It's already good enough that he didn't make a fuss. Does he want to cause trouble?"
The staff member was taken aback.
"Then restore surveillance," the task force leader instructed. "Someone is targeting this performance; we must find out the truth."
**
The small building has two floors.
Ying Zijing came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel in one hand and holding her phone in the other, and logged onto the NOK forum.
The NOK forum actually only has a computer version of the login program. She felt that carrying a computer around every day was too troublesome, so she rewrote a mobile version.
As soon as I logged in, my inbox started buzzing like crazy.
Ying Zijing turned off the sound and deleted all the messages from strangers in her private inbox without even looking at them.
Ever since she posted the bounty on the forum that day, she's been receiving a constant stream of private messages every day.
There were tons of friend requests, including from administrators.
However, she created this account for two reasons: first, to understand the current state of the world, and second, to read gossip and enjoy life in her later years.
The hidden sections offer more bounties than the regular homepage, but the experts still post casually for fun.
For example, yesterday, someone discussed how an officer in the IBI was kicked out of his house by his wife with a stick and had to ask one of his agents for shelter.
The IBI, which strikes fear into the hearts of outsiders, is merely a topic of conversation within NOK.
That's normal, since sometimes the IBI can't find anyone and the IIA can't find any information, so they have no choice but to post here for help.
After deleting the private messages, Ying Zijing saw a message from a friend.
[Miracle Doctor! Miracle Doctor! After using the medicine you sent, the scars on my body have finally healed. Growth points were useless to me anyway, so I feel like you've been cheated. See what you're lacking, and I'll send you something?]
Ying Zijing remembered that this was a bounty she had accepted before entering the hidden section, and casually replied with four words.
No need, let's do a trial.
I just replied to this message and a red dot appeared in my friends list.
[Ding! @PleaseTakeAMedicine has requested to add you as a friend. Do you accept?]
No/Yes
Ying Zijing glanced at the nickname, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
After entering the hidden section of the NOK forum, she had already browsed all the information.
Of course, she couldn't have missed the pinned bounty message, which is why she decided to use a new account to properly retire.
She now also knows that the person who wanted to kill Fu Yunshen was a hunter on the NOK list.
"Hunter" is a general term, encompassing many subcategories.
Sharpshooters, hypnotists, assassins, disguise artists, and poison masters, among others.
Each category has a leaderboard.
This ID, "Please Take a Pill," belongs to the third-ranked Poison Master on the Poison Master list. It's said he's gone to some beach to sell sunscreen.
But it has nothing to do with her.
Ying Zijing flicked her finger and clicked "No".
Then she browsed through today's gossip and logged off.
**
The next day.
Ying Zijing didn't get up until after ten o'clock.
Fu Yunshen went out early in the morning, leaving her his WeChat contact.
She should probably just wander around the neighborhood until he gets back.
Nie Chao was heartbroken that he hadn't received any instructions.
When he's with the big shot, he's the weak one, and he should be the one being protected, right?
Ying Zijing opened the map and searched for a teahouse to have some dim sum.
Nie Chao hurriedly followed.
Even for his own safety, he had to stick close to the big boss.
The teahouse is also located inside Hengdian World Studios. This street is modeled after Tang Dynasty architecture, and there are people playing the erhu downstairs.
“Boss, what do you think Seventh Young Master is thinking?” Nie Chao sighed. “I think he really dotes on you, he’s afraid you’ll melt.”
"Your older brother also praises you like this."
"..."
Nie Chao almost died.
His older brother was practically beating him senseless.
The two were eating when they heard footsteps, the clatter of high heels.
It attracted the attention of other customers in the teahouse.
She was a woman with red lips, black hair, and a black suit dress; she looked every bit the powerful businesswoman.
The receptionist at the teahouse rushed over and greeted her: "Ms. Gao."
The woman waved her hand and walked straight to a table by the window.
She leaned down, tapped the table, and said in a cold, condescending tone, "Miss Ying, is that right? May I ask why you took our employee's dance costume?"
Nie Chao went out drinking yesterday and didn't know what had happened, so he was a bit confused.
Ying Zijing didn't respond; she was looking at her phone.
The woman frowned subconsciously, but without asking, she said directly, "I don't know why you're doing this, but Hengdian is not a place for you to run wild. Please leave."
After she finished speaking, she waved to the receptionist next to her and said, "Please ask them to leave."
The receptionist was taken aback, but still stepped forward.
This Ms. Gao is a VIP customer of the teahouse and has invested quite a bit; she's not someone they can afford to offend.
Ying Zijin remained seated, her head still bowed.
The woman frowned, clearly displeased: "Miss Ying, please have some manners."
"Excuse me." Ying Zijing slowly raised her head, her tone as cold and indifferent as ever. "I bought this place ten seconds ago."
(End of this chapter)
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