The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

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.

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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.

“Master! Master, wait!”

The owner of the voice was an elderly man who had chased after them, panting and with great respect, “Master, please wait, I have something I want to ask you.”

Ying Zijin paused mid-step, turned her head, and sized up the old man with her eyes.

She could confirm that he was someone with Divination Ability, completely different from the swindling Master Zhu.

After the old man finished speaking, he looked up and caught sight of Di Wu Yue standing to the side, his surprise immense, “Miss Yue, you’re here too?”

Di Wu Yue was puzzled, “You know me?”

“Of course, of course.” The old man smiled, “If it weren’t for Senior Di Wu pointing me in the right direction back then, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I owe my ability to Enter the Path to Senior Di Wu.”

“My grandfather?” Di Wu Yue stroked her chin, “Oh, oh, oh, I seem to recall Grandfather mentioning, aren’t you surnamed Xiao?”

“Exactly.” The old man said, “I am Xiao Bai, the president here. My apologies for any embarrassment I may have caused you and Master. From today onward, Zhu Yongsheng will no longer appear in the Feng Shui Alliance.”

With that, he turned his head, “Master, may I request that you take a permanent position with the Feng Shui Alliance?”

He wouldn’t underestimate Ying Zijin’s abilities just because of her young age.

On the contrary.

The most powerful Diviners were often young people.

In the art of Divination, it wasn’t about how much one had read, but about talent.

Xiao Bai also came to this realization after studying with Di Wu Chuan for a while.

“Not interested.” Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, “I’m leaving.”

Di Wu Yue hurriedly followed her.

Xiao Bai did not give chase this time. He tapped his head and sighed, “I shouldn’t have held my hopes up. How could such a master come to the Feng Shui Alliance?”

There were few in the Feng Shui Alliance who truly had skills, only a handful at most.

Xiao Bai shook his head and walked back with his hands clasped behind his back.

**

As the day passed, the topic of “Youth 202” still had not died down.

That was exactly the effect Chen Li wanted.

Whether or not she had the favor of the public didn’t matter, what mattered was making Ye Xi’s fans more united.

But Ye Xi was very anxious, “Sister Li, several people are saying that the picture is of that Academic God. If it really is…”

“I’ve looked at it, at best the side profile somewhat resembles, and with a mask on, everyone looks alike.” Chen Li observed the comparison picture carefully once more, ultimately shook her head, “Xixi, relax, you’re just too nervous.”

“And besides, the netizens are right, how could an Academic God work as an assistant?”

Naturally, it was absolutely impossible.

Chen Li also found the ISC training camp schedule. At such times, those top students would be busy training.

Ye Xi pursed her lips, her heart still in turmoil.

“Xixi, stop worrying,” Chen Li said soothingly, “This is a card Yun Heyue played herself, trying to cover up the matter. There are already journalists heading over to the ISC training camp. Soon, Yun Heyue’s lie will fall apart.”

**

At the ISC training camp.

Originally, some paparazzi had been staking out the place since last night.

But nobody expected a sudden downpour to drench them to the bone.

As a result, the paparazzi had no choice but to return to their hotel to change clothes.

The next morning, they rushed back and gathered at the entrance of the training camp.

At this time, Zuo Li came humming a tune with a bag of buns from outside, and was suddenly stopped.

The journalists didn’t recognize Zuo Li and thought he might be a staff member, so they swarmed around him.

“Hello, is Classmate Ying here? We would like to interview her.”

“Hello, there have been quite a few comments about her online, have you seen them…?”

Zuo Li almost dropped his buns.

One question after another, they were really getting on his nerves.

Just as he was about to say something, he turned his head and saw the girl walking towards them, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He realized sometimes being too capable wasn’t such a good thing.

Luckily he hadn’t told the old heads in the Computer Science department that Ying Zijin could do computer programming; otherwise, there would be one more person competing with him.

Zuo Li waved his hand, “The person you’re looking for is here, you can ask her yourself, see if she pays any attention to you.”

Hearing this, the paparazzi also spotted the person they were looking for.

Ying Zijin didn’t wear a mask today but had wrapped half of her face with a scarf.

She had just reached the entrance of the training camp when she was surrounded.

Ying Zijin looked up, her phoenix eyes lightly narrowing.

A journalist eagerly passed the microphone to her first.

“Classmate Ying, according to Weibo, the assistant of Yun Heyue is said to be you, is that true? If it’s false, please speak up, and we will clarify it to protect your reputation.”

The cameras were ready behind him, this was a live broadcast.