The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: 371 Slap in the Face, Ying Zijin: I’m Here 【1 Update】_2

Chapter 393: 371 Slap in the Face, Ying Zijin: I’m Here 【1 Update】_2

However, they were also tactful enough not to reveal Ying Zijin’s identity as the owner of Chuguang Media.

Producer Li was also grateful that his decision had been the right one, choosing to ally closely with Chuguang Media.

“Okay, then it’s settled,” Ying Zijin said, “Remember to post on Weibo.”

“Of course, of course,” Producer Li nodded hurriedly, “I’ll post this afternoon, we start recording the day after tomorrow, will you be able to make it?”

Originally, the performance was supposed to be live, but due to the approach of the New Year, they had to change the broadcasting method.

But there would still be many fans attending the event on site.

Ying Zijin said indifferently, “If it’s in the evening, I shouldn’t have anything on.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Producer Li eagerly escorted the girl out, “I’ll get in touch with post-production right away.”

After Ying Zijin left, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Yun Heyue.

[[Spinning circle emoji]]

[I was planning to invite Brother Xuesheng, but it would be even better if you could come, sister. Sister, is there money in it for you?]

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly.

Yu Xuesheng’s looks and temperament alone could indeed cause a stir in the entertainment circle.

But was this to be a group hypnotism performance?

Just then, a smiling voice sounded from above her head.

“Miss Ying, it looks like I’ve made a wasted trip.”

Ying Zijin turned off her phone and looked up.

The young man was dressed in a white coat, evoking the image of clean daylight.

“It seems I owe Miss Ying a favor,” Yu Xuesheng laughed again, “If you post a reward on NOK in the future, I can help out for free.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “It’s okay, I’m making money.”

“Making money?” Yu Xuesheng was taken aback, “Yunshen doesn’t even give you pocket money?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, “You don’t understand the joy of making money.”

Yu Xuesheng gave a slight, wistful smile.

Ying Zijin bid him farewell, “I have other matters to attend to, I must be going.”

Yu Xuesheng didn’t say anything more, “Miss Ying, until next time.”

He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he collided with Qin Lingyu, who was chasing after Ying Zijin.

The body of a hypnotist was always frail, but Yu Xuesheng was not.

He exercised regularly and was proficient in hand-to-hand combat; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken on a mission alone in the tropical rainforest, pursued by a mob of indigenous people.

The recoil from bumping into Qin Lingyu sent her body falling backward.

“Be careful.”

A voice sounded, and a hand steadied her waist.