The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 106

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The pen's tip snapped, and ink splattered everywhere, hitting Xue Jin, his manager, and his assistant.

Countless blue-black ink droplets splashed onto their faces, glasses, and clothes, ruining their coats.

The manager instinctively jumped up, yelling at Xue Jin, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Xue Jin's face darkened as he stiffened his neck, remaining silent.

His manager was so angry that his hands were trembling.

The two of them stared at each other like a pair of fighting roosters for a long while. It wasn't until the assistant quietly suggested they change out of their clothes so she could wash them that they finally looked away, snorted, and removed their outer jackets.

The assistant, eager not to get caught between the two of them, quickly grabbed the jackets and slipped away.

The manager scolded Xue Jin briefly, but seeing that Xue Jin didn't seem to recognize his mistake, he grew too tired to say anything more and turned to leave.

As his hand reached for the door handle, Xue Jin suddenly called out to him and apologized.

"I shouldn't have been so impulsive just now."

The manager froze for a moment, stunned. It was like seeing the sun rise from the west.

"Are you okay? You didn't hit your head or anything, did you?"

His expression was one of shock, as if witnessing an unprecedented event.

Xue Jin's face stiffened, and his expression darkened even more.

He tried to speak, but he fought to suppress his anger, forcing himself to calm down, knowing that he still needed his manager to get things done.

He apologized again and, under the manager's bewildered gaze, said stiffly, "I want to go on the next episode of Scenery Along the Way. Has the production team not—"

"Ah?? What are you talking about?"

The manager was confused for a few seconds, but when he realized what Xue Jin was implying, he immediately interrupted.

"Xue Jin, are you out of your mind? What are you going to do on Scenery Along the Way? Do you have something to promote? You're just running off to variety shows?!"

"Are you not releasing a new album or something? Have you finished writing the songs? The lyrics? Do you even think?!"

Xue Jin froze for a moment, then fell silent. After a brief pause, he looked up, his eyes unusually determined.

"I have to go. Brother Qian, please help me figure out a way."

He couldn't just sit back and watch Chi Qingzhou continue to tarnish Qingning's reputation. He needed to find a way to expose Chi Qingzhou's true nature.

He ground his teeth quietly and, under his manager's angry stare, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "Brother Qian, as long as I can get on the next episode of Scenery Along the Way, starting tomorrow, I'll take acting lessons! When I get back, I'll also attend etiquette classes."

The manager slowly reined in his expression and looked Xue Jin up and down a few times. Seeing that Xue Jin was absolutely serious, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Alright, since you're saying this, if I don't help, it would be inhumane. But I hope you stick to your word."

Xue Jin let out a relieved sigh and quickly replied, "Brother Qian, don't worry, I'll start acting lessons tomorrow."

At the same time that Xue Jin was facing off with his manager, Chi Qingzhou received an unexpected phone call at home.

"Zhou Zhou, how's your injury? Are you feeling better?"

The voice on the other end of the line was hoarse and dry, like someone who had smoked too much.

Chi Qingzhou paused for a moment, recognizing the voice. "Ah Ting? Didn't you have a bunch of ghost escorting jobs recently? Why are you calling me now?"

The young man known as Ah Ting chuckled before responding, "Because I've run into some problems that no one else can help with. I can only turn to you."

Chi Qingzhou's curiosity was piqued. "What problem could be so troublesome?"

"I lost a body."

Ah Ting's voice grew even stranger, sounding more and more hoarse.

"A regular person, someone who died unexpectedly. I did a ritual for him, placed some talismans, but during the ghost escorting, he suddenly disappeared."

"I've been looking for him for a long time, using all kinds of methods, but I still can't find anything."

Chi Qingzhou blinked, growing even more curious.

His friend Ah Ting was an experienced corpse escort. He had learned the trade from his adoptive father since childhood, and by the age of fourteen, he could handle the job alone. With fifteen years of experience in the craft, Ah Ting had never encountered a problem, unless it involved an especially unusual corpse.

Chi Qingzhou asked, "Are you sure the body you lost was that of an ordinary person?"

Ah Ting answered with a dry voice, which grew even more hoarse the longer he spoke.

"Yes, it was an ordinary person."

"He was from Shaoqiu City, but had been working in Magic City* before the accident."

(*a popular nickname for Shanghai in Chinese.)

"His birth chart and time of death were all normal, except that he died unexpectedly in a lake. It was a sudden, unnatural death."

Chi Qingzhou nodded in understanding. "I see."

Shaoqiu City was located in the western part of Yuntian Province, a place where several minority groups lived alongside the Han Chinese. Even the urban residents still held onto unique customs.

For example, they believed that people who died unexpectedly carried heavier grudges and could not be sent home in the usual manner. Only after a corpse escort performed rituals to reduce the resentment of the deceased could the body be properly laid to rest, allowing the soul to move on peacefully.

In other words, while Ah Ting's job was still called "corpse escort," it had evolved far from the traditional "corpse-moving" practices. With modern technology and regulations, they couldn't work the way people used to. Now, their work leaned more toward spiritual rituals to help the deceased's soul find peace.

Ah Ting continued, "The lost body belongs to a man named Sheng Yihang. His parents are ordinary people. His grandfather was a folk sorcerer, and the family believes in these traditional customs, so they specifically asked someone to find me for this job."

Sheng Yihang's grandfather wasn't well-known, but he was remembered fondly by many older locals for his kind deeds.

Ah Ting had other work lined up, but upon hearing that the deceased was the descendant of this local sorcerer, he canceled his other commitments—including an official job from the Department of Special Affairs—to take care of Sheng Yihang's case as soon as possible.

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