Chapter 132 Emperor Ying: Taking Off His Own Identity for Fun



"After she left, the box of dance clothes disappeared."

With just two sentences, the noise around them gradually stopped.

The people around looked over with scrutiny in their eyes.

Especially the eyes of the dancers who were about to go on stage turned cold instantly.

This performance is very important to them, because they hope to be noticed by directors and producers and enter the entertainment industry.

After all, they were just trainees of the company, and the most ordinary ones at that, not even qualified to participate in the talent show.

Now that their dance costumes are lost, they can’t go on stage. How can they attract the attention of people in the circle?

Ying Zijin was wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down, covering her eyebrows and eyes, leaving only her nose and lips exposed.

It was night again, the lights flickered, and the girl's appearance was not clear, only an outline could be seen.

It is hazy, but even more clear.

The team leader also looked over and asked, "So, she took it?"

"It's not shown in the surveillance video," said the staff member who was watching the surveillance video on the computer, "but she was definitely the last one to leave, and she wasn't part of the group."

How did you get backstage if you’re not a staff member or a performer?

The team leader frowned, stepped forward quickly, and stopped in front of the girl: "Miss, please go backstage with us again."

He raised his hand and was about to pull her arm.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was stopped by another hand.

The man's fingers were long and slender, with white and flawless fingertips like jade.

It was clearly a very light movement, but it inexplicably revealed a sense of sharpness.

The cold and murderous.

The leader of the working group was stunned and raised his head.

As I got closer, I was startled by the face of the person in front of me.

Hengdian Film and Television City is located in a small city, more than 300 kilometers away from Shanghai.

Although the people here have some idea about the four wealthy families in Shanghai, they have never seen them in person, so naturally they don't know Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen raised his chin, a smile on his lips, and said in a calm tone: "Go check the surveillance, it's complete."

The leader of the working group was stunned again and frowned even more tightly.

Logically speaking, there is really no need for people to take dance costumes.

Although those dance costumes are exquisite, they are not luxury items.

The leader of the working group has met many people in Hengdian, and he can tell at a glance that the clothes worn by the men and girls are all high-end custom-made.

Is it worth it to make things difficult for a few dancers?

He picked up the walkie-talkie and called a technician over.

Ying Zijin raised her eyes: "Well, I can--"

"No need." Fu Yunshen pulled the brim of her hat down again. "It's none of your business. Why waste your time?"

He is not in the entertainment industry, but he has heard Nie Chao talk about some of the tricks used in the entertainment industry.

Pretty dirty.

Now, it has reached the point where even ordinary people are not spared.

Ying Zijin didn't say anything and just nodded slightly.

This was a small incident that happened very recently, and she understood the cause and effect at a glance.

Sometimes, when ridiculous things happen to her, it’s... not as interesting as watching it herself.

Here, technicians hurried over and began to check the surveillance footage copied from the monitoring room.

A few minutes later, he looked up and said, "Team Leader, this surveillance video was indeed cut. There is a section missing in the middle."

The team leader's expression changed this time: "How long will it take to recover?"

"It's a bit troublesome." The technician was embarrassed. "It will take me an hour."

"No." The leading dancer was anxious, "We have ten minutes left before we go on stage."

Even if I go to customize my dance costume now, it's too late.

"Team leader!" Several staff members rushed over from the other side. "Found it. We found the dance costume. I don't know who threw it into the gap over the stone bridge."

Hearing this, Ying Zijin deleted the text message and turned off the phone: "Let's go."

Seeing the two people leave like this, a staff member was very dissatisfied: "Team leader, just let them go like this?"

"Anyway, the dance costumes have been recovered, and there is no evidence that they did it. Why stop them?" The team leader shook his head. "I don't know where this nobleman came from. It's good enough that he didn't make a fuss. Why does he still want to stir up trouble?"

The staff was stunned.

"Then resume surveillance," the team leader ordered, "someone is targeting this performance, we must find out."

——

The second floor of the small building.

Ying Zijin walked out of the bathroom, wiping her hair with a towel in one hand and holding her cell phone in the other, and went to the nok forum.

The nok forum actually only has a computer version of the login program, and she felt it was troublesome to carry a computer every day, so she created a mobile version.

As soon as I logged in, my private mailbox started ringing like crazy.

Ying Zijin turned off the sound and deleted all the messages from strangers in the private mailbox without even reading them.

Ever since she posted the reward on the forum that day, there has been a constant stream of people sending her private messages every day.

There are even more messages asking for friends, and there are even administrators.

However, she opened this account for two reasons: one was to learn about the current state of the earth, and the other was to read gossip and spend her retirement years.

The hidden sections have more rewards than the normal homepage, but the big guys will still come out and post some water posts for some fun.

For example, yesterday, someone discussed that a certain officer in ibi was driven out of the house by his wife with a stick, and had to seek shelter from his own agents.

Ibi, who is feared by the outside world, is just a topic of conversation in nok.

This is normal. After all, sometimes ibi can't find anyone, and the International Intelligence Agency iia can't find any information, so they can only come here to post for help.

After Ying Zijin deleted the private message, he saw a message from a friend.

[Miracle doctor!] Miracle doctor! After using the medicine you sent me, the scars on my body are finally healed. Growth value is of no use to me. I think you, the miracle doctor, are at a loss. Can I see what you need and send you something? 】

Ying Zijin remembered that this was the bounty she had accepted before entering the hidden section, so she replied with four words.

[No, just try the medicine.] 】

As soon as I replied to this message, a red dot appeared in the friend column.

[Ding, @请你吃颗药 requests to add you as a friend, do you agree? 】

[No/Yes]

Ying Zijin glanced at the nickname and narrowed her eyes slightly.

After she entered the hidden section of the nok forum, she had already browsed through all the information.

Of course, it is impossible that she didn't see the bounty information pinned to the top, so she decided to use the new account to enjoy her retirement.

She now also knows that the person who wanted to kill Fu Yunshen was a hunter on the nok list.

Hunter is just a general term, under which there are many categories.

Sharpshooter, hypnotist, killer, disguiser, poisoner, etc.

There is a ranking list for each category.

This ID named "Please Take a Pill" is the third poisoner on the list of poisoners. It is said that he went to a beach to sell sunscreen.

But it has nothing to do with her.

Ying Zijin moved his finger and nodded "no".

Then she browsed through today's gossip and went offline.

——

The next day.

Ying Zijin slept until after ten o'clock before getting up.

Fu Yunshen went out early in the morning and left her his WeChat account.

It would be best if she just wandered around until he came back.

Nie Chao was very upset as he didn't receive any instructions.

When he is with the boss, he is the weak one, so he should be the one who is protected, right?

Ying Zijin opened the map and searched, deciding to go to a teahouse for some snacks.

Nie Chao hurriedly followed.

Even for his own safety, he had to follow the boss closely.

The teahouse is also inside Hengdian Film and Television City. This street imitates the architecture of the Tang Dynasty, and there are people playing the erhu and piano downstairs.

"Boss, what do you think the Seventh Young Master is thinking?" Nie Chao sighed, "I think he really holds you in his hands, and he's afraid that you will melt."

"Your elder brother praises you like this, too."

“…”

Nie Chao almost died.

His elder brother wanted to beat him to death.

As the two were eating, they heard footsteps, the tapping sound of high heels.

It attracted the attention of other customers in the teahouse.

It was a woman with red lips, black hair, and a black suit skirt. She looked like a strong woman in the business world.

The receptionist at the teahouse hurriedly greeted her: "Ms. Gao."

The woman waved her hand and walked straight to a table by the window.

She leaned over, tapped the table with her hand, and said in a cold and condescending tone, "Ms. Ying, right? May I ask why you took our employees' dance costumes?"

Nie Chao went out drinking yesterday and didn’t know what happened, so he was a little confused at the moment.

Ying Zijin didn't respond and was looking at his phone.

The woman frowned subconsciously, but without asking, she said directly: "I don't know why you do this, but Hengdian is not a place for you to act wild, please leave here."

After she finished speaking, she waved to the receptionist at the side and said, "Please ask them to leave."

The receptionist was stunned, but still stepped forward.

This Ms. Gao is a distinguished guest of the teahouse and has invested a lot. She is not someone they can mess with.

Ying Zijin sat there without moving, still with his head lowered.

The woman frowned, very unhappy: "Miss Ying, please be polite."

"I'm sorry." Ying Zijin raised her head slowly, her tone was the cold and contemptuous one she was used to hearing, "I bought this place ten seconds ago."

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