Chapter 384: 365 Not Worthy, Bumped into Ying Zijin at Imperial Capital University [2 Updates]_2 Chapter 384: 365 Not Worthy, Bumped into Ying Zijin at Imperial Capital University [2 Updates]_2 “To be honest, this incident has nothing to do with Xixi, it’s the fans who have been too radical. We are reflecting, and we admit our mistakes.”
Having placated the fans, Ye Xi felt a bit better.
However, before she could fully relax, a hot search rose to the top.
#Chuguang dia, Daddy Warbucks#
“@ChuguangdiaV: Daddy Warbucks decides to invest another 400 million in @Youth202V”
“@Youth202V: Thank you, Daddy, thank you!”
Underneath the two posts, netizens began to mock.
“This is hilarious, Daddy Warbucks clearly made the additional investnt after he saw that Ye Xi wasn’t in the program, right?”
“That apology from Ye Xi, her handwriting is like a dog’s crawling. Didn’t she graduate from the Imperial Capital Film Academy? Is her academic ability really that bad?”
“Chuguang dia is becoming more generous. I heard there’s a new Executive Director, does anyone know who it is?”
Soone went online to check, only to find that the na of Chuguang dia’s legal representative had been blurred out.
As for the rest of the shareholders, there were no changes from before.
**
Inside the ISC training camp classroom.
After logging out of Chuguang dia’s Weibo account, Ying Zijin switched to her personal low-key account.
This ti, she didn’t underestimate the netizens’ ability to spot details; she only liked posts without uploading pictures, so her small account wasn’t exposed.
At that mont, Zuo Li ca over with a stack of docunts and tentatively asked, “Classmate Ying, are you free tomorrow?”
Ying Zijin lifted her eyes to look at him.
“No, no, no, it’s nothing serious,” Zuo Li stamred under her gaze, “Imperial Capital University has built a new laboratory and they’ve invited you to have a look.”
“Tomorrow—” Ying Zijin flipped through her calendar, “I’m free, sure.”
Zuo Li nodded, then as if he suddenly rembered sothing, he said seriously, “Classmate Ying, you must run if you encounter anyone from the computer science departnt.”
Ying Zijin nodded: “Hmm? What’s up?”
“Those maniacs are really aggressive when it cos to poaching talent, I’m afraid they’ll tear you apart,” he said.
“…”
**
Elsewhere.
The Feng Shui Alliance.
Today was the day that Ying Tianlv had agreed to et with Master Wen Ren.
He had originally planned to bring Old Master Zhong to have a look at his fortune.
But Old Master Zhong said that if he wanted to have his fortune told, Ying Zijin was good enough, and he had no interest in consulting a fortuneteller.
Left with no choice, Ying Tianlv went by himself.
Master Wen Ren’s full na was Wen Renshan, living in a courtyard on the east side of the Feng Shui Alliance.
He only received two clients a day, and his fees were very high.
Still, the number of people seeking him out was endless.
As for the president of the Feng Shui Alliance, Xiao Bai?
He was not the kind of person ordinary people could et; Xiao Bai never actively read fortunes for others.
Wen Renshan was in his fifties this year, yet his hair was almost completely gray.
Seeing the change in Ying Tianlv’s expression, he smiled genially: “Mr. Ying, probing into the secrets of the universe in our line of work cos with a price, and one of those prices is vitality.”
Ying Tianlv was startled.
He sat down, pursed his lips, and then said, “Master Wen Ren, I would like to ask you to interpret a dream for .”
“Let see.” Wen Renshan nodded slightly, squinted his eyes, and scrutinized Ying Tianlv’s features. Slowly, he began to speak, “I observe Mr. Ying to have well-proportioned features and a full forehead, a sign of great potential and a bright future before him.”
“Yet recently, Mr. Ying has been anxious and unsettled, unable to sleep well even with sleeping pills. It seems that dreams are troubling you deeply.”
Ying Tianlv gave a wry smile: “Yes.”
“That’s it then.” Wen Renshan paused before continuing, “The dreams Mr. Ying is having, do they have sothing to do with the word ‘death’?”
Ying Tianlv’s deanor perked up: “Master Wen Ren can really tell?”
He wasn’t much of a believer in Feng Shui and divination, but now he felt he had to believe.
“Don’t think it’s so mystical.” Wen Renshan chuckled, “It’s just ordinary physiognomy. If it were those truly powerful diviners,”
“If they wish to calculate, they can recite the dreams you’ve had in full detail, clearer than your own mory.”
Ying Tianlv gasped softly: “That’s amazing.”
Dreams are a reflection of the subconscious; even the person dreaming can’t rember every single detail clearly.
Wen Renshan handed him a pen: “Please.”
Ying Tianlv wrote down the two dreams he had as he rembered them.
He had talked about the first dream with Ying Zijin, but not the second one.
Because the second dream didn’t involve Ying Zijin—it involved him.
In the dream, he saw Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua taking him and Ying Yuexuan on a trip out of town, and in the end, there was a car accident.
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