Upon hearing this, Zheng Yiren bit her lip gently, took a deep breath, and said as if she mustered up her courage: "It's not a big deal. I was just thinking just now that if I found a better candidate..."

Her voice suddenly became anxious and fast, as if she was afraid that the other party would not let her finish her words:

"...For example, there is an actress named Su Yin who is very beautiful, and she is more beautiful than all the female stars I have ever met. And I tried her tone just now, but she didn't refuse directly, I want to..."

"Chen Zhiyu." The other party interrupted her.

There are only three words.

However, a cold wind suddenly seemed to be coming in Zheng Yiren's ears, and the temperature around her suddenly dropped, making her body tremble slightly.

"Okay... OK, hug... sorry, sorry."

Her lips kept trembling, her teeth were "part" sounding, and white mist exhaled from her mouth, and a layer of crystal white frost formed on the eyebrows.

Although it was midsummer in June, Zheng Yiren seemed to be in the cold winter of 90s, and the temperature in her body dropped rapidly.

"Three days later." The sound in the microphone rang again.

It was still the calm tone before, followed by the long "beep" sound after the phone was hung up.

Zheng Yiren seemed to have just taken it out of the water, and she made a thick and turbid gasp from her mouth.

The howling cold wind has stopped, and the fragrance of flowers blows into the courtyard.

At this moment, the small courtyard of Xiuzhu will no longer see the cold and severe winter, but it will still be a beautiful summer night with cool breezes and stars.

But Zheng Yiren has the fear of escaping from death.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her silk pajamas, clasped her flip phone tightly, and her knuckles quickly turned white, just like her blue and white face without blood.

The night before she left Liaocheng, the phone suddenly appeared in her bag.

She began to think that someone was joking with her. However, she quickly received the first call.

It was the phone call that allowed her to see forces she had never contacted before.

Mysterious and powerful.

At least in her opinion, this force has far exceeded the highest value she knows, and it also made her begin to believe that there may be ghosts and gods in this world.

She wasn't surprised for too long.

In this circle, there have never been any rumors about gods and gods. There are countless people who worship gods and Buddhas. Basically, some famous actors or artists will believe in Buddhas and Taoisms, and some worship foreign religions.

The same is true for Zheng Yiren.

In the world of fame and fortune, everything is so exaggerated that it makes people feel real, and it is normal to worry about gains and losses.

Seeking the vain and ethereal gods, begging for the protection of unknown powers and obtaining inner peace, is a very popular practice in the circle.

It is precisely because people in the circle are more likely to accept these strange and insane things than outsiders in the circle.

Compared with human power, Zheng Yiren feels that the power of ghosts and gods is obviously much more reliable, although she has never experienced the legendary power before.

But she still felt that humans were more terrifying than ghosts.

Because people will betray.

As long as the benefits are great enough and the benefits are abundant, the closest relatives of the blood can transform into hideous evil spirits.

On the other hand, she doesn't care whether it's use or betrayal.

In fact, as long as the urgent problem can be solved, even if this phone is really a devil's bargaining chip, Zheng Yiren dares to raise bets.

This world is crazy, who is not betting?

However, in her spare time, Zheng Yiren would also think, if she threw away the phone immediately, what would happen to her now?

I guess I'm still running around to raise funds.

Zheng Yiren played with her old phone, and a very cold smile appeared on her lips.

Being a little Fuku, begging grandpa and taking his own "female star" value for something...

If she had thrown away this old phone at that time, she would have been like this now. She looked glamorous and beautiful, but in fact she was worse than a beggar.

So, she didn't regret it.

She had never been curious about who was sacred on the other end of the phone.

She just took the attitude of giving it a try and according to the instructions on the phone, she first rented an excellent storefront, and then dug up a team of Silla miracle doctors.

Then, she was shocked by the magic doctor's plastic surgery skills.

What a superb medical technique? Not only is the scalpel invisible, the recovery period is short, but the postoperative effect is surprisingly good.

All the ladies who were plastic surgery by the miracle doctor seemed to have recovered their youth. In the end, Zheng Yiren couldn't help but have a job once.

It seems that the recent hot medical beauty industry is indeed a new blue ocean. No wonder many people are crowding in it, and it is indeed quick to make money.

Just the more than a dozen businesses that her small clinic has recently received have filled a small gap in Xinyimei's funding.

Especially in the past two days, thanks to the good reputation he has established in the circle of top ladies, some people have begun to take the initiative to ask for surgery, and Bai Menglu is one of them.

Zheng Yiren just felt proud.

Who is willing to kneel down if you can make money while standing?

Anyway, she was tired of kneeling.

Therefore, she calmly accepted the fact that unnatural forces intervened.

Regardless of whether it is a god or a ghost, they have at least helped her with real money, but the price she has to pay is very small.

So small that there is only one name:

Chen Zhiyu.

In the so-called high-end game three days later, Chen Zhiyu must attend the meeting alone.

This is the commission the other party requests.

In Zheng Yiren's view, this commission is almost equal to none.

A transaction worth tens of millions of dollars, a top medical beauty team that was almost free of charge, but the other party’s offer was just a dinner for a small star.

Whenever he thought about this, Zheng Yiren felt a vague uneasiness in his heart.

She always felt that the other party had other intentions, and this idea made her feel uneasy.

So, after the phone call just now, she suggested that she wanted to replace Chen Zhiyu with a more beautiful Su Yin.

This is a temptation.

She wanted to try out the other party's trump card.

But now it seems that she still takes herself too seriously.

With the opponent's strength, crushing her to death is almost the same as crushing an ant to death.

That kind of terrifying power that is hard to match in human power made Zheng Yiren truly realize for the first time what life is hanging on the line.

At that moment, she was like a lonely boat on the surging sea, and any wave could slap her to pieces.

From this perspective, her temptation has gained something, at least it has tested the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

Zheng Yiren let out a long sigh, with a look of relief on her face.

This makes her unrepentant.

It’s not that she is unrighteous, but that she has no choice.

She risked offending Tianyuan Group and proposed to replace Chen Zhiyu with Su Yin, but she still bit her family to death and refused to let go.

"I can't do anything about it..."

Zheng Yiren murmured to herself, fiddling with her fingers unconsciously.

The flip of the phone kept opening and closing as she moved, and the abstract screensaver with a dark blue background also became clear.

Gradually, Zheng Yiren stopped and looked at the strange abstraction and painted it to the magic.

The main body of the painting seemed to be an eye.

A strong and bright red eyeball is embedded in the middle of a pile of ghost-like patterns, with three-color red, yellow and black lines intertwined around.

Although the color conflict is strong, the feeling this painting gives people is not childish, but it seems particularly depressing. After watching it for a long time, it feels a little dizzy.

Zheng Yiren frowned and closed the flip with a "splash".

The entanglement in her heart also faded with this crisp sound.

If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

What's more, those who have the courage to enter the entertainment industry do not have a fuel-efficient lamp.

If Chen Zhiyu is not supported by the little financial support, can she become a little girl?

Zheng Yiren looked calm and picked up the drink and took a sip. The smart phone on the table suddenly rang.

She glanced at the avatar of Qiu Shuihan on Feixin and curled her lips.

Su Yin: [Sister Zheng, I'm sorry. I just came to take a shower and didn't see your Feed. Hahaha, I often send the wrong person.]
To be continued...