After hanging up the phone and returning home, Jing Tinghua couldn't calm down for a long time.
Sold!
He actually sold Jing Jiujiu!
Did he know how valuable Jing Jiujiu was?
He was priceless!
Mrs. Jing, seeing his unhappiness, asked a question.
Jing Tinghua said in a deep voice: "This Master Zhou, he arbitrarily sold an extremely precious treasure of the Jing family..."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jing immediately frowned and cursed angrily: "He's employed by the Jing family, yet he dares to do such a thing! We must report this to the police! And make sure that in the future, no one will dare to hire him! What kind of thing is this?"
"Forget it," Jing Tinghua suddenly calmed down again, "When I hired him, I already knew what kind of person he was."
To find loopholes and obtain the wealth of a long-dead person, Master Zhou dared to take risks and break the feng shui formation. He was proficient in the mystic arts and couldn't have missed how powerful such a formation was.
If others encountered it, they would certainly turn and leave. After all, breaking the formation could mean provoking an equally skilled opponent in the mystic arts.
But he dared!
This man was completely blinded by money!
For money, there was nothing he wouldn't do!
Let alone selling a fierce ghost?
The Jing family had money.
As long as there was money, there was nothing this Master Zhou couldn't be made to do.
Thinking of this, Jing Tinghua touched his right chest, where Master Zhou had specifically given him a "protective charm." Only then did he feel somewhat relieved.
Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Master Zhou immediately called Bai Yuhuai.
"This Jing fellow asked me to find some kind of statue and even sent me a photo. But how would I have seen it before? If I were to cast one for him in a shop, that wouldn't work either. I think this Jing guy is very shrewd," Master Zhou rambled on at the other end.
"Statue?" Jing Jiujiu was stunned for a moment.
Was it the statue they used to worship him?
Master Zhou suddenly heard Jing Jiujiu's voice coming from the phone and was surprised for a moment, but then immediately thought to himself, I, old Zhou, am also a person who has seen the world! This is nothing!
Master Zhou chuckled and said affectionately, "Is that the young master? Good evening, young master. What are you doing right now?"
Jing Jiujiu didn't expect that even as a ghost, he still had to endure such difficulties. He said wearily, "At the airport. The flight has been delayed for three hours."
"Where are you going?"
"Hai City."
Master Zhou smiled and said, "I've never been on a plane before."
Jing Jiujiu: "You've scammed so much money..."
Master Zhou: "..." That hurt, young master.
Jing Jiujiu: "...Next time I can take you with me."
"Sure, sure, sure!" Master Zhou's mood suddenly went on a roller coaster ride, flying from the bottom to the peak in an instant. He couldn't help but think, this young master really knows how to play with people's emotions!
Master Zhou spoke again: "If you're really bored and finding it hard to pass the time, I can teach you a trick to kill time... In the past, when I was at the police station... ahem." At this point, Master Zhou's old face couldn't help but blush a little, then he continued, "I used to do this all the time. There was no choice, it was really unbearable in there, you don't know, it was cold and desolate... Oh, I'm getting off track. Anyway, there are quite a few people at the airport, right? You can randomly find a few people and say you want to read their palms. That's what I used to do. Those battery thieves especially loved to hear me read palms. Actually, think about it, they only know how to steal batteries, they don't even have any big ambitions... What kind of future is there? Oh, I'm getting off track again."
Jing Jiujiu: ?
Jing Jiujiu was slightly confused: "But I don't know how."
Master Zhou: "Make it up, fabricate! Let me teach you... First, look at their clothes and appearance, roughly deduce their profession and financial status. For those who look more distressed, you go and tell them they're about to make big money, they definitely won't believe it. But if you say they'll have enough to eat and wear in the near future, they'll definitely be overjoyed... And for those ordinary-looking white-collar workers, you tell them they'll face some difficulties ahead, but as long as they persist, they'll eventually gain a fortune..."
Bai Yuhuai had just returned from handling special baggage check-in when he heard Master Zhou teaching Jing Jiujiu how to scam people.
Bai Yuhuai's face darkened as he took the phone: "Master Zhou."
His voice was calm, even somewhat pleasant. But to Master Zhou's ears, it was like a thunderclap.
Master Zhou startled, and even though he knew the other side couldn't see him, he still sat up straight in the courtyard: "Mr. Bai, it's you. I was just telling the young master about those scammer tactics, you know, to teach him some anti-fraud skills. Look at the young master's delicate skin and innocent, noble appearance. Who knows how many people are waiting to scam him in the future..."
Jing Jiujiu: ?
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Say something useful."
Master Zhou: "Alright."
He hurriedly repeated what he had said at the beginning for Bai Yuhuai to hear.
"Then go find it," Bai Yuhuai said.
Master Zhou's mind went blank: "But, but where should I look?"
"Wherever you think you should look."
Master Zhou wanted to continue asking, but he paused, suddenly realizing: "I understand! Thank you, Mr. Bai! Mr. Bai, you really are..."
Master Zhou struggled for a while, but his cultural level was limited. Those ancient texts he had memorized were all for fooling people, things that others couldn't understand and he couldn't comprehend either.
"Awesome!" Master Zhou finally blurted out the last half of the sentence.
Xu Sanyu, who had been listening nearby, only heard this last part.
There was no choice, the voice from the other end of the phone was too loud.
How many years had it been... since someone had praised Brother Bai so "candidly"?
Fearing that Bai Yuhuai would pursue the matter of him teaching Jing Jiujiu bad things, Master Zhou quickly hung up the phone after a few pleasantries, then turned around to buy a long-distance bus ticket to Hai City.
If Jing Tinghua asked him to find it, it meant that Jing Tinghua didn't know where the statue was either.
Then it was up to Master Zhou to decide.
If he went to Hai City, he could say the statue was in Hai City. If he returned to Capital City, he could say the statue was in Capital City. No one would ever see the statue, so he could make up whatever he wanted. He just needed to travel around a bit, endure some hardships. When explaining, he could simply say — "This thing, it's not easy to find!"
That Mr. Bai had taken the young master to Hai City, so he would go there too.
He was afraid of these two, but being with them also made him feel truly secure!
Meanwhile, Bai Yuhuai hung up the phone.
"Don't listen to Zhou Xie in the future."
"Zhou Xie?" Jing Jiujiu tilted his head, then remembered that this seemed to be Master Zhou's real name.
Jing Jiujiu nodded: "Mm."
He looked at the flight information board hanging on the high wall and asked, "Then whose should I listen to?" His tone was still obedient, but it sounded as if he had entered a delayed rebellious phase.
Bai Yuhuai opened his mouth, wanting to say "mine."
But the words were abrupt, even a bit frivolous. So Bai Yuhuai swallowed his words.
At this moment, the board scrolled, updating the flight time.
It was delayed for another hour.
Suddenly, the voices of frustration in the airport increased.
Bai Yuhuai's expression remained unchanged.
Once bad weather hits, flight delays are common. Whether it's a regular flight or a private jet. At times like these, the heavens are always impartial to everyone.
As a celebrity who often flies to other places, Bai Yuhuai was used to spending several hours at airports.
At this time, Jing Jiujiu stood up and said softly, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Bai Yuhuai immediately followed.
Xu Sanyu, listening nearby, felt his face turning red hot in confusion.
Was this really Brother Bai?
Had he really not been possessed by someone?
How come he even needed to follow for a bathroom trip? When did they become so inseparable?
Xu Sanyu couldn't help but worry again about how to write the press release if he woke up tomorrow morning to find that Brother Bai had come out publicly.
Jing Jiujiu entered the bathroom.
When he pushed open the door to come out, a chubby boy was just passing through him.
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
He knew it.
Jing Jiujiu walked beside him and said softly, "Why do ghosts need to take planes? Why do ghosts still need to wait for delayed flights?"
Bai Yuhuai opened his mouth.
But before he could speak, Jing Jiujiu shot up towards the sky.
The young man passed through the ceiling.
His legs dangled below.
Bai Yuhuai watched this scene, his mouth twitching slightly. If others could see him, they'd be scared out of their wits right now.
Soon, the young man's legs disappeared as well.
Bai Yuhuai lowered his gaze, standing there without leaving.
Others passed by him. With his mask and sunglasses, people could hardly make out his features, so they just marveled. What was such a distinguished-looking man doing standing outside the restroom?
Wow! His aura was quite cold!
In reality, it was only about three to five minutes.
The young man descended from the sky, perching on Bai Yuhuai's neck. His eyes widened slightly, the curve of his eye corners lifting a bit, even the faint pink at the corner of his eyes seemed to deepen.
He looked... both dazed and bewildered.
His face was written all over with disbelief.
He had almost forgotten!
He couldn't leave Bai Yuhuai!
Jing Jiujiu dejectedly hugged Bai Yuhuai's head: "Let's go back."
Let's just pretend there was never any plan for him to fly to Hai City on his own.
Bai Yuhuai didn't ask why he came back, only saying faintly: "...Maybe there's air traffic control up there."
"Even for ghosts?"
"Mm."
This statement preserved Jing Jiujiu's dignity, as well as his secret.
He still doesn't know I have to stay with him.
Jing Jiujiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and agreed: "Come to think of it, so many people die every year. If everyone turned into ghosts flying around up there, wouldn't it be chaos? How could that be allowed?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Indeed."
After this ordeal, Jing Jiujiu didn't feel it was too unbearable anymore.
He actually found it strange himself.
After all, he had endured seven years.
Seeing the same scenery every day, repeating the same life. He hadn't felt particularly miserable. But now, why couldn't he bear it for even a moment? No, no, I need to change this.
Jing Jiujiu slid down Bai Yuhuai's back, sat in the chair, and settled himself properly.
At this time, because Lin Zhi's appearance was too peculiar, he was taken by a new assistant Bai Yuhuai had hired to check in for the economy class separately.
He sat in the waiting area, trembling because he had never been around so many people before.
When he noticed that Jing Jiujiu was no longer in the first-class waiting area, leaving only Bai Yuhuai, Lin Zhi became even more frightened.
He turned his head, stuttering: "D-does your Brother Bai... e-eat people?"
Assistant: ???
Just as Lin Zhi was shaking so hard his eyes and nose were about to fall off, the plane finally arrived at the airport.
They began boarding.
Jing Jiujiu didn't change back. He silently followed behind Bai Yuhuai onto the plane.
The flight to Hai City was very popular, and their seats weren't together.
Bai Yuhuai sat down by the window.
Jing Jiujiu also wanted to be by the window. He wanted to see the scenery outside.
Jing Jiujiu shouted to Bai Yuhuai: "I'm going to squeeze into 5A!"
Bai Yuhuai looked back.
A young boy was sitting there.
Bai Yuhuai's eyelid twitched: "You won't fit."
Jing Jiujiu: "He's skinny!"
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
Bai Yuhuai: "...I'm skinny too."
Jing Jiujiu: "You're talking nonsense, you have abs."
Bai Yuhuai's breath caught: "..." He was almost at a loss with the young man.
Seeing that Jing Jiujiu was really going to squeeze into 5A, Bai Yuhuai spoke up: "When did you see that?"
Jing Jiujiu: "When you were showering. Your glass is transparent."
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
Shit.
The famous actor rarely swore in his mind.
He had left the decoration of that villa entirely to the designer, and because he rarely stayed there, he didn't pay much attention to the interior design.
His bathroom was made of all glass.
But one was a person, one was a ghost, and he had assumed it was one-way glass, so he hadn't realized until now that the thing was transparent.
Shit.
The famous actor swore again in his mind.
What else have you seen?
The words got stuck in Bai Yuhuai's throat, and he ultimately didn't ask.
"Come here," Bai Yuhuai said in a deep voice.
"Hm?"
"I'll tell you about the things to note after entering the film crew. Most crews are very superstitious. They might invite a Taoist priest to set up an altar, place a pig's head, and make a wish for good fortune."
Hearing this, Jing Jiujiu of course couldn't take it lightly. He immediately walked back and perched on Bai Yuhuai's head.
But as he sat there, he felt it wasn't conducive to conversation.
Even as a ghost, he couldn't always be "looking down" on others.
Jing Jiujiu slid down, circled halfway around Bai Yuhuai, and finally sat in his lap.
Bai Yuhuai's breath caught.
Jing Jiujiu politely and obediently said: "Please instruct me, Mr. Bai."
Bai Yuhuai's explanation went on for over ten minutes.
Jing Jiujiu listened to it all and got tired of watching the scenery outside the window. After all, once they were in the air, all he could see were clouds upon clouds.
But Jing Jiujiu was too lazy to move.
Jing Jiujiu let out a soft "Ah."
He stared at Bai Yuhuai and asked softly: "Has Mr. Bai's career been going well lately?"
Bai Yuhuai: ?
Bai Yuhuai: "It has."
Jing Jiujiu: "What about other aspects? Like love life, social life..."
If Xu Sanyu were here to hear this, he'd definitely say stop, stop, don't stab Brother Bai in the heart anymore. Brother Bai has no friends, Brother Bai has no love life, everyone knows that!
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
Seeing no response, Jing Jiujiu wasn't upset.
He continued softly: "Would Mr. Bai like me to read your palm?"
He had finally resorted to Master Zhou's method of relieving boredom!
Some amateur fortune-telling nonsense.
The words caught in Bai Yuhuai's throat.
"...Go ahead."