The Provocation of the Second Generation of Stars

The affairs of Hunan TV are no secret. He Yi has formed his own faction and doesn't help anyone, so his position is the most secure.

Li Weinan's position was quite stable thanks to him.

When Aunt Xiao and the others were gossiping, they made a point of mentioning Li Weinan.

In the entertainment industry, there's a saying among those who practice metaphysics these days: "Southern Wei and Northern Si."

The "metaphysics" mentioned here doesn't refer to raising ghosts or summoning fox spirits, but rather using it as a middleman to build connections.

The "Wei" in "Nanwei" refers to Li Weinan.

Aunt Xiao said that Li Weinan had extensive connections in Siam, and he was familiar with both orthodox Buddhist temples and black and white Ajarns.

Many people in the circle obtained their amulets and raised spirit children through Li Weinan.

As for the "silk" in "Northern Silk," it refers to Guo Da Si, a ventriloquist who has become popular in the last two years. He is a Buddhist amulet dealer.

"What did that fortune teller say?" Fatty Lin asked.

"She even figured out I was cheating the bank, and gave me some pointers, saying my way out was in the north!"

"Boss Zhang glanced at us and said..."

"Wow, that's pretty accurate. Let's get to know each other sometime!" said Fatty Lin.

"If you'd like to get to know Master Lin, I'll introduce you when we go to Hunan this time!" Boss Zhang said.

"Sure, it's good to get to know each other!" Fatty Lin said with a smile.

Three days later, we boarded a plane back to Hunan with Boss Zhang and his mistress.

After arriving in southern Hunan and resting for a day, we began returning the warehouse.

The process of returning the offerings to the treasury is very complicated. It requires offering three kinds of sacrificial animals, burning joss paper and petitions, throwing a cow horn, and asking the gods if they are satisfied with the offerings and the donations of incense money. If they are not satisfied, they continue to donate until they are satisfied.

Boss Zhang is indeed a cunning man. He set the repayment period at twenty years. I suspect he thought of this back then.

None of the temples that need to be returned to the treasury are overdue.

That's why Fatty Lin took the job.

Before we came, my brother and I had a talk.

Fatty Lin told me that he wouldn't take the job if even one item was expired, because the consequences would be too great and the risks too high.

There are eight temples in total, and on average, one treasury is needed, which takes about five days.

From contacting the temple keeper to preparing the sacrificial offerings, plus writing and mounting the inscriptions, each step takes time and cannot be rushed.

When we arrived at the third temple, Long Nier came, and with an extra helper, the ritual of returning the treasury was much smoother for us.

For the next month and a half, Long Nier and I spent almost every day together, and our relationship became much more harmonious, with only a thin veil separating us from the real thing.

In mid-March, after the last temple was returned, Boss Zhang and we returned to Changsha. He personally hosted a dinner for us, accompanied by several Hunan TV hosts, including He Yi, Li Weinan, and Ma Lanna.

He Yi was very good at entertaining guests, Li Weinan spoke very appropriately, and with Ma Lana's witty remarks, the overall atmosphere of the dinner was very good.

The next morning, Boss Zhang and we boarded the plane back to Beijing together.

Besides business matters, Mr. Zhang's main purpose in returning to Beijing this time was to fulfill a vow and donate incense money to the ancestral master.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Boss Zhang added another two million to the three million he had originally agreed to.

This time, he spent more than 200 million yuan in total to repay the debt.

In addition to returning the money to the eight temples, he also donated five million to the local education system in each of the twenty temples that were leveled, to help impoverished children.

Even though Boss Zhang is very powerful, this repayment will be a major blow to him.

After all, those two hundred million were real money.

After Boss Zhang left, Fatty Lin pretended to throw a bull's horn in front of the ancestral master to discuss the use of the five million.

He wasn't like this before.

Back in his hometown, the money donated by the person in question was used to pay for the incense offerings to the ancestral master and for his own food and drink, but he spent the rest on bathhouses.

This time I tried to persuade him to spend more wisely, to buy himself a house and a car, but he said that the house was mine, and the car dealership had cars available, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Finally, after purchasing some essential materials and medicinal herbs, and gilding the statue of the patriarch, he turned around and went to the online marketplace to find models.

I was both angry and resentful about this, and also somewhat helpless.

"What, you want to find a model too?"

Seeing how angry I was, Long Nier said this in a low voice.

"without!"

I immediately denied it.

"Brother, didn't I tell you that I can give it to you anytime you want?"

Long Nier asked with a cold face.

"Yes!" I forced a smile and nodded.

"You didn't want it yourself, right?" Long Nier asked again.

"Ni'er, it's not that I don't want to..."

"What is that? You look down on me?"

I had barely finished explaining when Long Nier interrupted me.

Before I could answer, Long Nier stared into my eyes again and said, "Brother, I'll tell you one more time: whatever you want, I'll give it to you anytime. You can do whatever you want. What those models can do, I can do too. But remember one thing: you're not allowed to cheat on me. I can overlook what happened before, but if I catch you even once in the future, you know the consequences!"

After saying that, Long Nier snorted and turned to go downstairs to the pharmacy.

After she came downstairs, I slapped myself and cursed, "Damn it, what were you cowardly for? You should have taken her! If she wanted to use a spell on you, she would have done it already!"

Thinking back on the past month or so, I silently grew angry.

I've had this thought many times, but for some reason, every time I'm about to take action, I remember the image of insects crawling out of my nostrils and the corners of my eyes.

The shadows were too heavy.

Just as I was reflecting on this, a phone call came in.

I glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number. After answering, I said, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"My dad is Brother Long, and I'm his son, Chen Jiafu. If my woman, Si Xinqi, goes to your place later, don't you dare give her any medical treatment!"

The other party said arrogantly.

"Are you sick in the head?"

I was so angry I laughed and hung up the phone immediately.

I had just hung up when my phone rang again; it was the same number as before.

"I'll say it again, my dad is the eldest brother, Dragon!"

After the call was answered, the person on the other end seemed a bit anxious.

"What does it matter to me who your father is?" I retorted.

He was taken aback by my question, then raised his voice and said, "My dad is the eldest brother, Long!"

"And then?" I chuckled.

"You dare disrespect my dad?" he said through gritted teeth.

Do I know your father?

I said with a smile.

He was speechless for a moment, so I said again, "I don't even know your dad. How can your dad have any influence with me?"

After saying that, I hung up the phone. This is another spoiled brat who dares to come and act all high and mighty in front of me.

However, I didn't doubt his identity. If he had my number, he must be someone in the industry. There was no need for him to impersonate me.

What I'm more curious about is Si Xinqi, whom he mentioned.