The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 379 - : 361 Ying Zijin: It’s me [1 update]

Chapter 379: 361 Ying Zijin: It’s me [1 update]

While acting as Yun Heyue’s assistant, Ying Zijin just wore a mask and didn’t do any face-changing or other disguises.

When she went to the “Youth 202” program group, she only let Qin Lingyu and Xie Manyu see her without the mask on.

Producer Li and the director, along with other staff members, didn’t even notice; they had forgotten about Yun Heyue’s assistant altogether.

All the affairs were handled by a female secretary.

The program “Accept the punishment of the Academic God!” was popular, but its popularity was far from those entertainment variety shows, since very few people would watch academic programs in their free time.

How many people would specifically watch a group of top students discuss the Laplace transformation in their leisure time?

One could say that most of the audience was there for Ying Zijin’s looks.

The one who discovered the problem was one of Ying Zijin’s top fans.

She had also joined the Divine Medicine Couple’s super talk and lived her daily life through edited pictures.

At first, she just felt the picture was familiar, but the more she looked at it, the more something seemed off.

So she specifically took a screenshot of Ying Zijin’s profile and compared it with this picture.

Eventually, from the length of the eyelashes, the hairstyle, the forehead, and a series of other small clues, she concluded that this was indeed Ying Zijin.

But after she posted her comment, she was immediately ridiculed.

[I’m dying of laughter; God Ying? I think she’s just a freak. With the mask on, she’s a beauty, but once it’s off, she’s a blight on the city’s appearance.]

[I checked, and this God Ying from one of Hua Country’s top three prestigious high schools, Verdant Middle School… Well, we won’t mention how rich Verdant is, right? Would someone like her run to be someone’s assistant? Stop dreaming.]

[If she is your so-called God Ying, I’ll let you twi-st my neck off.]

Without a straight-on face comparison, it indeed is hard to convince others.

The little fan was very angry.

She furiously typed out a message on her cell phone and sent two private messages.

[Grandpa, this is our God Ying, right?]

[Those people even said God Ying isn’t as attractive as Ye Xi, it’s infuriating!]

**

Old Master Zhong had just emerged from Imperial Capital Airport and got into a car when he received these two private messages.

Ying Zijin had come to pick him up, and Ying Tianlv was just tagging along.

She didn’t have much feeling towards Ying Tianlv; her emotions were originally very subdued.

The people she truly cared about and kept in mind could be counted on one hand.

Ying Tianlv knew this, so he neither approached nor distanced himself, just silently stood by.

“Zijin, is this you?” Old Master Zhong shook his cell phone and asked before affirming it himself, “It must be you.”

He could recognize his granddaughter even if she were wrapped in an Arabian robe.

Ying Zijin glanced over: “It’s me.”

As long as social media issues didn’t jump in front of her, there was no need for her to bother; there would be someone specially assigned to handle them.

Ying Tianlv also looked over, frowning slightly: “Being an assistant? In need of money? Big brother has some.”

“Hmm, no, I snuck in—” Ying Zijin’s expression didn’t change, “to see some good-looking young meat.”

“Good, good.” Old Master Zhong agreed with enthusiasm and happiness, “Look more, so you have more choices and won’t get cheated.”

Ying Tianlv: “…”

He felt his sister was talking utter nonsense seriously.

After meeting someone like Fu Yunshen, who else could catch her eye?

Old Master Zhong continued, “Once the New Year is over, it won’t be long before your coming-of-age ceremony, when you’ll be of age to be engaged. Let me help you check on them.”

Ying Zijin thoughtfully: “Engaged?”

The coming-of-age ceremony had this meaning too?

“Yes, I’ll review the young masters from Shanghai City and Imperial Capital for you,” Master Zhong nodded, “But better not to get engaged. You’ve only been back for two years; I want to keep you around a bit longer.”

Ying Zijin yawned, “Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’m not getting married.”

What’s the use of getting married?

“No way,” Master Zhong puffed up his beard and glared, “I still want to hold my great-grandson.”

Ying Zijin, expressionless, turned: “You still have another grandson.”

“I’m not a kid anymore; what kind of decisions should an adult make?” Old Master Zhong waved, “I want both a great-grandson and a grandson-in-law.”

“…”

“That’s right, Tianlv, after your birthday this year, you’ll be twenty-six,” Old Master Zhong was reminded, “I’m not asking you to give me a great-grandson straight away, but you should at least bring someone home, right?”

Ying Tianlv didn’t expect the heat to suddenly turn to him; his eyes and brows added a touch of irritation: “Let’s talk about this later, Grandpa.”

“I think you just don’t have anyone interested,” Old Master Zhong snorted, “Where did you say you were going again?”

“Feng Shui Alliance.” Ying Tianlv sighed, “It’s on a street in the south, and there’s a temple there too. I’m planning to go burn some incense.”

Ying Zijin turned her head, “Feng Shui Alliance?”

Ying Tianlv felt a sting in his heart when the girl took the initiative to ask him, but more than that, he was overjoyed.

He sat up straight and explained earnestly, “The Feng Shui Alliance is an organization formed by several very impressive Feng Shui masters from Imperial Capital, as well as some Feng Shui enthusiasts.”

“Even the Mu family and the Nie Family sometimes seek help from those Feng Shui masters in the Alliance to look at Feng Shui for them.”

“Builders also consult Feng Shui masters when selecting sites to construct high-rises.”

In this way, one can attract auspiciousness and avoid misfortune.

There are over a dozen Feng Shui masters in the Feng Shui Alliance, but only three are the most famous.

Ying Tianlv had made an appointment with a Feng Shui master with a compound surname, Wen Ren, known to the outside world as Master Wen Ren.

He was also lucky to have successfully made the appointment.

Just to see this Master Wen Ren, the starting price for an appointment was five hundred thousand, not including the content of the inquiries and the solutions provided.

As long as he could know why he had such dreams, Ying Tianlv wouldn’t care how much it would cost.

“I see,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “Among those Feng Shui masters, is there one with the surname Di Wu?”

She hadn’t heard of any Feng Shui Alliance in Imperial Capital before.

It was during the Dynastic Era that a similar organization had existed, but it did not last long before it was banned by the Imperial Court.

“Di Wu?” Ying Tianlv hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

Ying Zijin looked down and pondered for a moment.

It seems to be just an ordinary organization.

Even if the Di Wu Clan has fewer and fewer people with Divination Talent, they still cannot be compared with other Feng Shui masters.

Ying Zijin opened WeChat and clicked on Di Wu Yue’s avatar.

[Do you know about the Feng Shui Alliance?]

The reply came quickly, clearly not concentrating on copying the book.

[Feng Shui Alliance? Yeah, I often go there to scam money, hehe. There are so many fools there; just a few words of bluff and I’m all set.]

Ying Zijin looked up at Ying Tianlv, then averted her gaze again.

She remembered that Di Wu Shaoxian wasn’t like this initially.

Still, Di Wu Yue’s habit of amassing wealth could certainly rival that of Xize Laurent.

At this moment, Di Wu Yue sent another message.

[I’m going to the Feng Shui Alliance to swindle money this afternoon. Master Ying, do you want to come with me?]

The reason Di Wu Yue used this title was entirely because her grandfather, Di Wu Chuan, would repeatedly tell her while tugging at her ear, reminding her that Ying Zijin was a master, the figure their Di Wu Family should follow.

Di Wu Yue was not the head of the Di Wu Family yet, so she wasn’t clear about matters regarding Di Wu Shaoxian.

But even without Di Wu Chuan’s insistence, Di Wu Yue had already perceived Ying Zijin’s extraordinariness.

Ying Zijin gathered herself, her demeanor nonchalant, and typed a few characters.

[Mm, I’ll join you.]

[Okay, see you in the afternoon then, Master Ying, don’t worry, everyone at the Feng Shui Alliance knows me, you can get in for free with me.]

[Don’t call me Master Ying.]

[Ah, why not?]

[It sounds too old.]

[…]

**

Ying Zijin sent Old Master Zhong to the hotel, accompanied him through lunch, and then left.

She took a taxi to the Feng Shui Alliance.

The Feng Shui Alliance was not hidden; it was in a building next to the temple.

After getting out of the taxi, Ying Zijin saw Di Wu Yue squatting on the steps like a refugee, chewing on a foxtail grass.

“Big sister!” Di Wu Yue immediately jumped up, “You’re finally here.”

“Mm,” Ying Zijin put on her mask, “Let’s go.”

“Actually, eighty percent of this Feng Shui Alliance is made up of swindlers,” Di Wu Yue said. “But it’s in demand. Look, the entrance fee alone is ninety-nine yuan—such a money maker.”

After saying this, she patted her chest, “But I’m a nominal Feng Shui expert here, so I can save on the entrance fee.”

The ticket inspector, seeing the identity badge on Di Wu Yue, let her in.

Inside was packed with people; there were many stalls.

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There were those who calculated romantic fortunes, those for career prospects, all sorts of peculiar services.

“Big sister, this way,” Di Wu Yue led Ying Zijin deeper inside, after a few turns, they arrived in front of a room.

Ying Zijin looked up, “What’s this?”