The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 393 - 371 Slap in the Face Ying Zijin Im Here 【1
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.
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[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.
Instinctively, Qin Lingyu swiftly regained her balance, taking a step back with a cool look in her eyes.
“Sorry,” Yu Xuesheng lowered his hand, “It was purely accidental.”
He offered her a tissue.
Qin Lingyu paused but accepted it, “It’s okay.”
Yu Xuesheng nodded, his gaze surveying Qin Lingyu for a moment before he turned and left.
Qin Lingyu’s brow furrowed.
As an assassin, her senses were exceptionally sharp.
That man in white gave her a very dangerous feeling.
Qin Lingyu turned and took another look.
The man had a warm smile on his face, patient and clean.
There was no scent of blood on him.
Qin Lingyu pressed her temples.
Perhaps she was being too sensitive.
It seemed she needed to take some assignments to clear her head.
**
The following morning.
ISC training camp.
Inside the Biological Laboratory.
Zuo Li entered with a woman in her thirties, clapping her hands, “This is Doctor Nora, she’ll be giving you your last class today, and then you can go home for the New Year.”
Students like those in the training camp actually didn’t need extra lessons.
Many of them could understand something at a glance and even extrapolate further.
Teng Yunmeng cheered, pulling Ying Zijin to the front row.
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“Thank you all for the warm welcome,” Nora said, “I’ve also brought a few students with me; they’ll help you with the experiments.”
As she finished speaking, two students came in carrying several cages.
Inside the cages were little white mice, some hopping around, others seemingly already dead.
After one of the students put the cages down, he blurted out, “Is Chinese medicine no longer effective? Do you have to seek help from Western medicine? It seems it’s really rubbish.”
The lab fell silent at his words.
Every student’s expression changed.
Teng Yunmeng in particular was furious.
Disparaging Chinese medicine was no different from insulting Hua Country’s culture.
“I don’t think Chinese medicine is inferior to Western medicine,” Ying Zijin’s eyes slowly lifted, calmly stating, “Chinese medicine is stronger than you think.”
Chinese medicine originated from Ancient Medicine.
The only thing that could compare with Ancient Medicine was Alchemy.
