My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 65

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The pig spirit yawned, rolled over once before lazily getting up, then glanced at Jiang Yiqing's wrist—clearly wanting to crawl back into the black-gold bracelet to continue sleeping.

But Jiang Yiqing, being the absolute menace that he was, immediately covered the bracelet with his hand and shamelessly said, "I'm tired. Can't carry you."

Pig spirit: "......"

Excuse me?! Even if it went inside the bracelet, it wouldn't add any weight! This human brat was definitely messing with it on purpose!

The pig spirit plopped right back down on the ground, playing dead like a bratty kid refusing to move.

Jiang Yiqing glanced at it but didn't bother saying anything, just kept walking forward. Sure enough, within moments, the pig spirit let out a furious grunt, stomped its little hooves, and hurried after him.

Humans were the worst!

Jiang Yiqing knew full well the pig spirit was mentally cursing him, but he was having too much fun to care. Feeling pleased, he smirked. "Look at you, all chubby. If you don't start losing weight, it's gonna be bad for your health."

The pig spirit ignored him completely, beyond done. Hello? Pigs were supposed to be fat! Since when did pigs need to go on a diet?!

Jiang Yiqing, seeing how pissed off the pig spirit was, felt even more entertained. In a much better mood now, he looked down at his phone, still feeling guilty, and hesitantly sent a message to Wen Xiuyan:

[Are you asleep?]

What kind of dumb question was that? Wen Xiuyan was literally listening to his songs to fall asleep right now.

But hey, Jiang Yiqing had no idea what else to say.

Sure enough, Wen Xiuyan replied almost instantly.

[No, I'm still up.]

Jiang Yiqing felt even guiltier.

[Ahem, I was just busy with something just now.]

Wen Xiuyan, of course, knew exactly what he'd been up to.

[No worries, I was working on something too.]

Jiang Yiqing had no idea if that was true or not, but at least it made him feel a little less guilty. He called Wen Xiuyan on voice chat, and the guy picked up right away.

Jiang Yiqing coughed lightly. "Wanna hear me sing? I learned a new song recently."

To be fair, he didn't know that many songs. It was just the same few over and over. No clue if Wen Xiuyan was sick of them yet, but he sure was.

Instead of answering, Wen Xiuyan asked, "You're not home yet?"

Jiang Yiqing said not yet.

Wen Xiuyan said. "I still have some work to finish, so no rush."

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? Then why didn't you say that earlier, President Wen?"

Wen Xiuyan chuckled softly but didn't answer. He also didn't hang up.

Jiang Yiqing could hear the faint sound of typing on a keyboard, the soft white noise surprisingly comforting.

Neither of them hung up.

Jiang Yiqing decided he actually kinda liked having someone on the other end of the line.

The pig spirit off to the side: Wow. Guess I'm not "someone," huh?

By the time Jiang Yiqing got home, Wen Xiuyan had just finished his work. They exchanged goodnights and ended the call.

Jiang Yiqing made another trip to the temple construction site. He had to admit, those ghost construction workers were fast as hell. At this rate, the temple would be finished in just a few months.

And no, that wasn't slow. The ghost architect's blueprint was ridiculously complicated. Jiang Yiqing had originally estimated it would take at least half a year. The current progress had way exceeded his expectations.

To keep the nearby residents from getting suspicious, the ghost architect even set up an illusion—during the day, anyone passing by would just see regular construction workers rebuilding the temple.

This way, people wouldn't suddenly wake up one day to a fully built temple out of nowhere and start freaking out.

Honestly, Jiang Yiqing was so impressed with the architect's attention to detail, he kinda wanted to give the guy a round of applause.

For now, there wasn't much else for him to worry about temple-wise. Well—except for making sure he kept sending over the construction funds on time.

Jiang Yiqing transferred all the money over again, leaving himself with just enough for living expenses, and his face turned green with regret.

Frustrated beyond belief, he really just wanted to complain. After all, one second he was fine, and the next he was back to being a broke loser. Who could be in a good mood after that?

Jiang Yiqing frowned and muttered, "The communication in your underworld is awful. Every time, I have to come all the way here just to check on things."

His words left the designer ghost stunned for a moment. He scratched his head and asked, "How else would you check on the construction progress if you don't come here?"

Jiang Yiqing, slightly exasperated, held up his phone and snapped a picture of the construction site, then turned the screen towards the designer ghost. "See? All you need to do is take a picture."

The designer ghost went from surprise to shock, and finally to disbelief. "My goodness, what kind of magical artifact is this?!"

Jiang Yiqing was momentarily speechless, his gaze shifting to the braid behind the designer ghost. Yeah, a Qing Dynasty ghost probably wouldn't recognize a phone.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yiqing, with the spirit of ghostly humanitarianism, patiently explained how the phone worked.

The designer ghost was completely mesmerized, listening with rapt attention. But in the end, he sighed sadly, "We don't have anything like that in the underworld."

Jiang Yiqing couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, he knew they didn't have it.

Suddenly, something clicked in his head. He rubbed his chin and grinned, "Well, isn't that just perfect? It means this is an untapped blue ocean market, with huge demand. If you manage to make phones, they'll definitely be in high demand, and you'll make a fortune in underworld currency."

The designer ghost's eyes lit up. Though he had always worked as a laborer, he had always dreamed of being a businessman. But back in his time, businessmen had low status—they were beneath the scholars, farmers, and artisans. So he never really pursued it seriously.

Now, as a ghost, he had plenty of time, and the status of businessmen had risen. Why not give it a try?

It was clear the designer ghost was interested, but he hesitated. "So... how would we make these phones?"

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