Chapter 65 Rain Comes (3)
It turns out that making money is such a simple thing.
Gao Yixuan knew that he shouldn't be excited about money and worldly things. This was not in line with the philosophy promoted by the Taoist temple, and his master and senior brothers didn't teach him that.
What should I do with so much money? Spend it?
Gao Yixuan was anxious and troubled. He paced back and forth in the room and then sat down to scratch his hair. After much deliberation, he donated the huge sum of money, leaving only a few tens of thousands of yuan for living expenses.
He donated the money to a charity company, and that evening he received a sincere and respectful thank-you letter and a VIP gold card of the shopping mall.
Gao Yixuan grew up in the mountains and had never been to a shopping mall filled with luxury goods. On the big screen was Ying Zhisheng's flawless face, and the jewelry he endorsed was favored by many customers.
Shops big and small all offer snake bracelets, but they cannot produce the styles with complex craftsmanship and the cold black gemstones like the one worn by Ying Zhisheng. Even though they cost tens of thousands of yuan, the demand still exceeds supply despite the huge difference.
"What Ying Zhisheng is wearing are the belongings of a dead person!" Gao Yixuan was very disappointed. The belongings of a dead person are the most unlucky. He forgot to mention this during the live broadcast yesterday.
The sales assistant chimed in, "Ying Zhisheng has been involved in quite a few scandals lately. I never thought his legendary singing career was built on raising a ghost."
"This behavior is inherently immoral. He treats the souls of the dead as commodities, engages in fraud and destroys humanity. He even raised three ghosts." Gao Yixuan also blamed Li Ping and Bai Yi on Ying Zhisheng.
The salesperson echoed the sentiment, praising Gao Yixuan implicitly and implicitly.
There were more than twenty people in Gao Yixuan's Taoist temple. He waved his hand and planned to buy each of his fellow disciples an expensive, never-worn piece of luxury clothing.
After only seven gift bags, the balance on his card was already empty. Sitting at the service counter, sipping mellow tea, Gao Yixuan secretly decided to continue his livestream tonight, chatting with Ying Zhisheng to earn more money. After all, he wasn't the only one riding on Ying Zhisheng's popularity.
This is the retribution for Ying Zhisheng’s bad deeds!
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Lou Sheng didn't go to Ying Zhisheng's dreams for several days.
While chatting that day, Fuquan was showing off the photos of him, his wife and children on his mobile phone to Chengzhi and others. Assistant Tao then realized that he and Zhenzhen had never taken a single photo together. He went home and made a fuss about making up with his wife.
The couple almost had a fight, and the next day Assistant Tao brought bad news: "My wife said she would invite Brother Fuquan to dinner."
Fuquan was so frightened that he spat out a mouthful of tea, his hands shaking: "...Wha, what?!"
"Inviting someone to dinner is better than calling them in the middle of the night." Cheng Zhi said softly.
Lou Sheng took a few glances. Assistant Tao, a living being, had a dark, ghostly aura on his hands and shoulders. Curious, he moved closer, surprised that the aura still smelled good.
Assistant Tao said with a silly smile, "My wife just said it casually, I don't know if she will remember it. She hasn't even met you guys, she's too shy."
Is it possible that Zhenzhen is not shy, but just put down her butcher knife temporarily?
Fuquan felt a chill run down his spine, sighed, and got down to business. "That Gao Yixuan has been clinging to Zhisheng's popularity for a week straight. Every day he's either talking about Ying Zhisheng or the ghosts Ying Zhisheng raised."
"Even a lawyer's letter of warning didn't work. Gao Yixuan was just stubborn. He just said, 'It really can't be fake. If you want to sue me, I'll fight you.' Netizens all sided with him."
The most beautiful woman on the mountain has fallen from the altar, and her extraordinary talent is just like this. This is the script that everyone applauds and loves to read the most.
Admiration and worship cannot withstand the surging jealousy and malice coming from all sides.
Ying Zhisheng noticed Lou Sheng lowered his head slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a ghost came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, I have a childhood friend who's a director. You should have heard of his name, Dong Chi. He won the Best Director Award two years ago. I'll send him a dream and ask him to invite you to make a movie. Win the Best Actor award or something to slap the haters in the face, so that these people won't always use this to mock you."
Apart from the rumors that can't be substantiated, there are only a few things that can be used to criticize Ying Zhisheng: his poor acting skills and his cold and aloof demeanor.
As a die-hard fan, Lou Sheng feels that in this entertainment industry where reputations are constantly crumbling, Ying Zhisheng is almost perfect except for his lack of acting skills.
Ying Zhisheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "I haven't heard you mention this person."
"Well, Dong Chi's family settled in the United States a long time ago. I hadn't contacted him for a long time since I met you."
At this point, Ying Zhisheng understood, "We didn't contact each other before, but we contacted each other frequently later."
That's not the point at all.
Lou Sheng sat on the marble table in front of Ying Zhisheng, talking non-stop: "You asked me to tell Dong Chi in a dream. After all our years of friendship, he would definitely help. Two years ago, I asked Dong Chi to help promote you, but your performance was so poor that he would rather never return to China than have you play the leading role."
Ying Zhisheng would pay attention to online comments. He knew very well that his acting was not good, but he never expected that it would be so bad in the eyes of others. Ying Zhisheng smiled and asked, "Dong Chi didn't agree at the beginning. If you ask him now, the result should be the same."
"It's different. It's different then than it is now. I'm dead."
Speaking so frankly and fearlessly, Lou Sheng easily accepted the fact and said it in a joking tone.
The smile on Ying Zhisheng's face disappeared, and his eyelids twitched slightly unnaturally. He had to drink water continuously, only in this way could he suppress the bitterness and anger in his heart.
"Why is Zhisheng unhappy?" Uncle Cheng Zhi happened to see it and asked.
"We had a fight. You don't know that Ying Zhisheng is sulking because of that ghost every day." During the last fight, he smashed a guitar with the signature of the Vice Prime Minister of Country E. Fuquan still remembers it and wants to mention it eight hundred times a day.
Assistant Tao held up his chin and said, "I want to see a ghost too. I want to see how Lou Sheng gets along with Brother Sheng on a daily basis."
Don't think about it, you see ghosts every day.
Fuquan closed his mouth, then opened it again to continue, "How can they get along? They argued so much. Lou Sheng must want to be buried and rest in peace. Anyone else would probably hate Ying Zhisheng to death."
Hearing this, Ying Zhisheng finally turned his attention to a few real-life people. He chewed over the word "hate" in his mind and suddenly said, "Lou Sheng wants to help me find Dong Chi and ask him to hire me to act in a movie."
Everyone has heard of Dong Chi; he's a great director! But he has a temper as hard as a stone in a stinking cesspool, and it's very hard to talk to him.
Fuquan was so excited that he almost jumped up. "Is this true? Your precious Lou Sheng has such connections?"
Ying Zhisheng was pleased, his lips curled up slightly, and he nodded with pride: "Lou Sheng not only helped me find Dong Chi, but also arranged all the resources I got during the two years when I set up my studio."
After breaking away from his father's control and setting up his own studio, things were difficult at first, but later a push helped him to rise rapidly. These resources were obtained by Lou Sheng by all means.
"Do you think Lou Sheng will hate me?" This was the question Ying Zhisheng wanted to ask. "He will only feel sorry for me."
Fuquan was speechless and choked, unable to explain why he should persist.
"Ying Zhisheng, why are you so narcissistic now!" Lou Sheng was right. To be a ghost, you have to rely on yourself, he said to himself.
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