The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: 363 Face-slapping Round Two, Interview with Ying Zijin [3 Updates]

The sky was a vast expanse of azure, and the sun still hung high, with not a cloud in sight.

Not to mention a dark cloud, there wasn’t even a single white cloud.

The guests around all showed expressions of disappointment.

They had seen the girl speak in an orderly and methodical manner and thought they had truly encountered a Divine Calculation, only to find out she was just a scammer.

“See?” Master Zhu stood up and even opened the window wider, sneering, “You said the clouds would gather in ten minutes, but look, where are they—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, as his gaze suddenly froze.

A darkness had descended in the distant sky, as clouds began to converge.

The guests saw it too,

“What’s the rush.” Ying Zijin said, “It’s exactly ten minutes now.”

Di Wu Yue instinctively glanced at her phone,

Not a second off.

She was dumbfounded.

Could it be that she had always been following a human-shaped clock?

“Just because there are dark clouds doesn’t mean it will rain?” Master Zhu’s facial muscles twitched, “Funny, what if these clouds disperse?”

He really hadn’t expected such a young girl to have some tricks up her sleeve.

“It will thunder in thirty minutes.” Di Wu Yue looked at him as if he were a fool, “Just listen for it, and that’ll settle it, won’t it?”

Master Zhu was left speechless, his anger fueled by embarrassment: “Do you think I have all the time in the world to wait here with you? I have many other clients!”

He knew well that he wasn’t truly a Feng Shui master or fortune teller; at most, he had read books like Zhou Yi.

So when he did divination for others, he always spoke ambiguously.

That way,

But the guests around him were all stirred up:

Ying Zijin leaned back in her chair, head down, languidly looking at her phone.

There were several unread WeChat messages from her female secretary.

[Boss, you’re trending. Want me to pull it off?]

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The screenshot was of the Weibo trending search list.

#God Ying# was currently at the fiftieth spot on the list.

Ying Zijin clicked into it and saw that it was Ye Xi’s fans who were all claiming that Yun Heyue’s assistant couldn’t possibly be her, starting another round of mockery.

[No need, it’s not a big deal, don’t waste money.]

The female secretary replied promptly.

[Alright, boss. The program team has released a clarifying video, but Ye Xi’s fans are still not letting up. However, them making a fuss won’t do much, as Ye Xi’s popularity with the general audience has already begun to wane.]

[We’re also starting to look for evidence to figure out who tampered with Ye Xi’s makeup box.]

That’s how the entertainment industry is; reap the benefits of fans’ support, but always at a price to pay.

Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

[Start with the people around her.]

After sending her message, she took out her earphones from her pocket, put them on, and started watching the drama she hadn’t finished last time.

The others in the room weren’t as relaxed as she was, watching the sky without as much as blinking.

Minutes passed, and just as Master Zhu was about to unleash his taunts, a clap of thunder suddenly boomed across the sky.

“Boom!”

The horizon shifted, “whoosh,” as the distant inky clouds rolled closer and closer.

The sunlight was completely devoured by the dark clouds in that moment, the wind picked up, and the sky turned ominously dark.

No one would doubt any longer that what Ying Zijin said was false.

Master Zhu’s face contorted, and he slumped into his chair, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as his teeth chattered.

He knew that his path in the Feng Shui Alliance had come to an end.

Nothing convinces people more than evidence laid out before their eyes.

Within a day, the news would spread that he was a fortuneteller; no one would come to him for divination again.

The guests stood in stunned silence for a while, and by the time they snapped out of it and looked for the girl, Ying Zijin and Di Wu Yue had already gone to collect the Pixiu jade and left the room.

“This rain looks like it’s going to be heavy.” Di Wu Yue looked up at the sky, “Sister, we need to hurry back.”

Given the thickness of the clouds, the small umbrella she had brought wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Ying Zijin nodded her head.

She glanced down at the Pixiu jade stone in her hand, caressed it gently, then gripped it tighter before walking outside.

Behind her, voices eagerly called out to her.