I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 128: All Done

Jin Fan took out an employment contract and handed it to Shen Zhiyao. "Great-Grandma, this is the guest contract for the show Qing Qing Wo Wo. You just need to sign it. I’ve already reviewed it for you; there are no issues."

Shen Zhiyao’s eyes flew over the document, quickly scanning the lines. Her gaze finally landed on the line item: "Recording Fee: 100,000 yuan."

Jin Fan said, "One hundred thousand yuan is definitely too little. I argued with them for a long time; otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged the contract out until now. But they were adamant that you don’t have the star power. They claimed 100,000 is the current market rate and absolutely refused to add a penny."

Zhou Ye was getting 4 million yuan for the show, yet Shen Zhiyao was only offered 100,000. Jin Fan had started arguing with them without a second thought.

But the production team just retorted, "If you think it’s too little, then feel free to pull Shen Zhiyao from the show!"

Those words were like a noose, tightening around Jin Fan’s neck.

"The production team is going too far! Great-Grandma, they’re obviously trying to drive you away. Why don’t we just skip this show? I’ll get my dad to fund a program specially designed for you."

"No. I’m definitely doing this show. I’d like to see just how they plan to drive me away." Shen Zhiyao signed the contract without a moment’s hesitation.

Jin Fan said worriedly, "Great-Grandma, I know you’re not taking this lying down. But the production team clearly has a problem with you and wants you to leave! What if they try to sabotage you?"

Shen Zhiyao just smiled. "Then let them give it their best shot. We’ll see if I can handle it."

Seeing he couldn’t change her mind, Jin Fan sighed. "Alright, have it your way. One hundred thousand is a bit low, but according to the contract, Yuanqi Entertainment won’t take a cut. The money will be deposited directly into your account."

"No problem."

"Great-Grandma, is it really going to rain on September 30th? Rain mixed with hail?" Jin Fan had complete faith in Shen Zhiyao’s words, but he had checked the weather forecast. It predicted clear skies from the 16th onward.

Jin Fan was breaking out in a cold sweat for Shen Zhiyao.

She was already getting flamed this badly online just for getting on a high-profile show despite her low star power.

’If this divination turns out to be wrong, I can’t even imagine how viciously people will attack her.’

Shen Zhiyao smiled faintly. "You’ve been watching my streams since the second day. When have you ever seen my divination be wrong?"

"That’s true! Okay, I feel much better now!" Jin Fan let out a long sigh of relief. "I’m already looking forward to seeing the looks on their faces when they have to eat their words."

「A few days later.」

With the combined efforts of the two ghosts, all twenty thousand talismans were finally drawn and mailed out to her fans.

Old Zhang, the security guard, also received a peace charm.

His son, having finished his college entrance exams, had come to stay with him. The son had just returned from outside when he saw his father clutching a piece of paper, grinning from ear to ear. "Dad, did you win the lottery? Why are you so happy?"

Old Zhang beamed, showing his teeth. "Ha! You have no idea, this is even better than winning the lottery! Look, what’s this? It’s a peace charm! It can ward off disasters. This is the kind of good stuff money can’t buy!"

Upon further questioning, he learned that his old man had become a fan of a female Metaphysics streamer and had even donated a thousand yuan to her before.

Zhang Si had never seen Shen Zhiyao’s streams, but he knew she had a ton of negative comments on Weibo.

To put it bluntly, she was a charlatan.

Weibo just said Shen Zhiyao had a lot of elderly fans.

He just never expected his own dad to be one of them.

Zhang Si said, "Dad, you shouldn’t be watching those online streamers when you have free time. They’re all scammers trying to trick you out of your money. You’re usually so frugal, but you just throw a thousand yuan at that charlatan. Are you crazy?"

"Don’t talk nonsense!" Old Zhang glared at his son. "Xiao Shen’s streams are incredibly accurate. She could see my entire past with a single glance. She’s a kind-hearted person, a living saint! I can’t control what others say, but you are not allowed to speak ill of her!"

In the end, Old Zhang forcefully stuffed the peace charm into his son’s pocket, adding a special warning, "Don’t you dare throw this away as soon as you walk out the door! This peace charm is very precious. When you get back, I’m going to check if you still have it."

Of course, Zhang Si didn’t believe in Metaphysics streamers, but faced with his father’s insistence, he still stuffed the peace charm into his pocket.

After putting the peace charm in his pocket, Zhang Si left for work.

As a kid from a poor family, he couldn’t afford to enjoy a vacation at home. He had to go out and work to earn his tuition fees.

For the summer break, he was working as a sales associate at a supermarket. His shift ended at 9 p.m. every day.

The apartment Old Zhang rented was in an urban village area where transportation was inconvenient. After getting off the bus, he still had to walk another 2.1 kilometers.

The area was full of old houses, mostly occupied by renters.

It was just past 9 p.m., and the village was unusually quiet. There wasn’t a single person on the street, which Zhang Si found very strange.

Moreover, large amounts of joss paper were scattered all over the ground, which was completely different from how the village usually looked.

Instantly, Zhang Si’s legs went soft with fear.

He’d heard before that if you find a lot of joss paper scattered on the ground, it means someone is observing the seventh-day rites for the deceased, holding a large-scale memorial.

But Zhang Si, a believer in science, wasn’t particularly bothered by this. Even if someone was observing the seventh-day rites, there was nothing to be afraid of.

He turned around and saw an old woman with white hair, wearing a floral-patterned cotton jacket, kneeling on the ground and burning joss paper. She was muttering something as she burned it.

As Zhang Si walked closer, he saw a box of gold on the ground.

He picked up the box, brought it over to the old woman, and said, "Ma’am, is this gold something you’re planning to burn?"

But the old woman didn’t pay him any mind, continuing to mutter ceaselessly.

Zhang Si called out to her a few more times, but she still ignored him. He figured she must be hard of hearing.

So, he pushed the gold in front of her again and said, "Ma’am, are you going to burn your gold along with the paper?"

But the old woman stopped muttering. She looked up at him sideways, her eyes filled with a sinister malevolence.

Zhang Si was startled by her gaze, but he steeled himself and asked, "Ma’am, are you burning the gold too? Today must be the seventh-day memorial for your son, right? My condolences."

The old woman’s gaze grew even more venomous. "Today is your dad’s seventh-day memorial. Are you a moron? How could gold be burned for him? Since you found it, you can have it!"

After saying that, the old woman stood up and walked away.

Zhang Si wanted to chase after her and return the gold, but a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. His mind went blank, and he even forgot the way home.

WHOOSH—

A chilling, unnatural wind gusted through, swirling the ashes of the burnt joss paper into the air like a tornado.

The night deepened. With a dazed expression, Zhang Si held the box of gold and started walking in the direction of his home.

...

Shen Zhiyao started her stream a little late today. The moment she went live, the chat room exploded with activity.

[Whoa! The streamer is actually late! This is the first time I’ve ever seen her start late. How rare.]

[My mom made me eat dinner faster today. She said she wanted to watch Master Shen’s stream with me, but I sat there waiting for ages, and Master Shen never went live.]

[It’s already 11 o’clock, streamer! You’re late!]

Seeing everyone commenting that she was late, Shen Zhiyao explained:

"Today, your humble streamer had to run some errands and mail out all the packages, so I started a bit late. I hope all my fans can forgive me."

After her explanation, Shen Zhiyao chatted idly with her fans for a while before finally starting the drawing for the first divination of the day.

The first netizen to connect was named "Northeast Mary," a young man in his early twenties.