Chapter 48: Saving Lives Accumulates Merit
Originally, Xuan Xia was urging Yang Wanxiu to leave quickly, but after Xuan Xia said that, it immediately switched to Yang Wanxiu urging Xuan Xia to leave quickly.
She even dares to say things like that, doesn’t she want to make it in the industry anymore?!
The two got in the car, and Yang Wanxiu began to educate her: “Xiaxia, you must never say things like that outside in the future. Be careful, the walls have ears.”
Xuan Xia was helpless; she understood the reasoning, and she hadn’t said it in front of anyone.
Unless someone had planted a bug on her, how could they hear it?
But whether Zhao Mingfang’s top agent could keep her position had nothing to do with her, so Xuan Xia put on an obedient expression and “mm-hmm”-ed to show she understood.
“Also, you should call Brother Ji back.” Yang Wanxiu reminded her again.
But Xuan Xia said: “No rush, I’ll call after I’m done with what I’m working on.”
Yang Wanxiu: “…”
What important thing is she busy with anyway.
Yang Wanxiu was very curious, but her sense of boundaries kept her from peeking at Xuan Xia’s mobile phone screen, so she could only sit by the side anxiously, thinking about how to cover for Xuan Xia with Ji Ziyao.
Xuan Xia edited all of An Qi’s situation into a text message and told Daoist Master Qin, without hiding that she had wasted another talisman and given away one.
The message content was probably a bit much, as Daoist Master Qin didn’t reply for a long time.
Xuan Xia didn’t feel right about urging him, so she simply had Yang Wanxiu use her phone to call Ji Ziyao.
Yang Wanxiu quickly did so.
As soon as the call connected, Ji Ziyao’s displeased tone came through: “What is Xuan Xia doing? Isn’t she done yet?”
“What’s wrong? Who upset you?” Xuan Xia spoke up to ask him.
Upon hearing Xuan Xia’s voice, Ji Ziyao’s anger immediately subsided by seventy percent; he had thought it was Yang Wanxiu on the call.
“Why are you only calling me now? Didn’t I tell Xiuxiu to notify you to call me as soon as it ended?”
“Mm, I had something to do.” Xuan Xia didn’t say more and changed the topic to ask him: “Did you watch the live broadcast?”
Mentioning the live broadcast, Ji Ziyao’s anger flared up a bit again. “I did. You say you…”
Xuan Xia cut him off and cried injustice: “It’s not my fault; you should be able to tell I was the one being targeted.”
Then Ji Ziyao fell silent.
After two seconds, Ji Ziyao gossiped: “Xie Yun wants to pair with Zhou Shiqing, but her agent doesn’t agree. Luckily, the later recordings are separate, so you don’t need to mind her; she wouldn’t dare do anything for real.”
So that’s how it is.
Xuan Xia got a bit interested and followed up: “Why doesn’t she agree?”
Before Ji Ziyao could answer, she continued herself: “Is it the same reason as yours?”
Ji Ziyao tsked. “You’re such a genius.”
“Thanks.” Xuan Xia didn’t stand on ceremony at all.
Ji Ziyao was speechless for a moment, then got back to the main topic: “He Tiandong’s agent just contacted me to discuss reducing the bet set for the game segment.”
“That wasn’t set by me, so why discuss it with us?”
Ji Ziyao said: “He’ll contact Zhou Shiqing’s agent too; now he’s just asking if we’re okay with negotiating.”
In short, compared to Zhou Shiqing, her side was easier to deal with, so He Tiandong’s agent approached Ji Ziyao first.
If it were any other artist today, Ji Ziyao would have decided on their behalf. But since it’s Xuan Xia, Ji Ziyao privately sided with her and wanted to see what she said.
Still, since the other agent had come knocking, they had to give face.
Everyone was in the same circle, seeing each other often.
Xuan Xia understood this reasoning; anyway, she had won the competition, and as for whether the losers followed through or how much, netizens would supervise—if less, netizens would mock them, so she had no losses.
So she said: “Whatever, if Zhou Shiqing’s side agrees, let them change it however they want.”
Ji Ziyao was satisfied: “Alright then.”
After settling that, Ji Ziyao had nothing else, just instructing her a few times to rest well, as tomorrow was the official recording of the first episode, and he hoped it went smoothly for her.
Of course, if it didn’t go smoothly, no big deal; it wasn’t a live broadcast, and if it really didn’t, editing could make it smooth.
Xuan Xia thought to herself: Thanks for your “lucky words”!
“By the way.” As Ji Ziyao was about to hang up, Xuan Xia suddenly stopped him. “I ran into Xie Yun’s agent when leaving earlier; she seemed pretty dissatisfied with you.”
Ji Ziyao was full of question marks. “Zhao Mingfang? What does she have against me?”
Xuan Xia said: “She said you don’t manage the people under you well, so she plans to have tea with General Manager Fang.”
Ji Ziyao: “…” He felt like cursing.
Yang Wanxiu blinked at Xuan Xia from the side; this was probably the first time she’d seen an artist stirring things between their own agent and another agent.
Zhao Mingfang had clearly said to contact her for tea when Ji Ziyao had time.
But Xuan Xia just didn’t mention it.
Then Xuan Xia added: “If you really get scolded, don’t worry too much. Xie Yun’s agent’s luck only lasts these few months; just endure it and it’ll pass.”
Ji Ziyao: “…………”
Xuan Xia wanted to comfort Ji Ziyao a bit more, but her own mobile phone screen suddenly lit up—Daoist Master Qin had replied.
She immediately lost interest in continuing the call with Ji Ziyao and hurriedly said goodbye before hanging up.
Not even giving Ji Ziyao time to say another word.
After giving the phone back to Yang Wanxiu, Xuan Xia quickly opened Daoist Master Qin’s reply.
Daoist Master Qin had sent two messages in a row.
‘Daoist Master Qin: Saving a person is merit, and giving a talisman to protect someone is also merit; you did very well.’
This was in response to her passing the safety talisman to An Qi.
Xuan Xia had originally worried if Daoist Master Qin would be displeased, but since he said it was fine, she was relieved.
Then she looked at the next message.
‘Daoist Master Qin: As for helping, I’m sorry. I can’t help. No need to make the connection.’
Xuan Xia stared dumbly at the message.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t help; his wording was actually “can’t help.”
Why “can’t help”?
Xuan Xia wanted to study this text message more, but An Qi’s message popped up too.
‘An Qi: Sorry, Xuan Xia. I just wanted to ask, has the master replied to you?’
This… how should she reply?
In the end, this matter was her own lack of foresight, giving An Qi too much expectation.
While Xuan Xia was thinking about how else she could help An Qi, Daoist Master Qin’s call came in.
“Daoist Master Qin.”
Daoist Master Qin said: “Good evening.”
So polite; it was the first time she’d heard someone say “good evening.”
Xuan Xia followed with: “Good evening.”
Daoist Master Qin was silent for two seconds, then his warm, deep voice came: “Is your work done?”
Huh?
“Daoist Master Qin, did you divine it?”
“No.” Daoist Master Qin said slowly and calmly: “I watched your live broadcast.”
“…”
Thanks. Suddenly feeling socially dead.
But Daoist Master Qin, probably afraid she wasn’t dead enough, added: “Uncle Zhong and them watched too.”
And “them”?
Just say it straight—how many people, and what were their thoughts.
