My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 38: The Omen of Turning into a Koi

"Give her the money!" Bo Yan was brief and to the point.

"Cough cough cough..." Just as Xie Cheng sank back into the sofa and took a sip of water, he heard this, sprayed it all out, and bellowed, hoarse and exhausted, "Say that again!"

"If there’s a problem with your ears, I can have the company give you tomorrow off, the kind of long holiday where you don’t need to come back!"

Xie Cheng was tempted to smash his phone: "..." Life really wasn’t going to be easy from now on.

Xie Cheng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising to his throat, and said with a face of shock, "Bo Yan, Great Movie Star Bo, God of Words, you haven’t cared about your ’Plague God’ for many years, so what’s it to you now? Giving her money for no reason, I don’t care, after all, you’re only left with money since you’re so poor, but... since when did you start taking her matters so seriously? Huh? Please tell me, so I can give up hope!"

"What’s it to you?"

Xie Cheng: "..." Fine, he’d endure it.

Bo Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, his brows and eyes cold, his tall figure almost blending into the night, looking like a storm was coming, "I remember you telling me Lin Chen was going to collaborate with Diyang Entertainment’s rising singer Sun Xue?"

Xie Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, a rush of unease swiftly spreading; his fingers trembled slightly, "What are you trying to do?"

"Cancel it! Find any reason you like!"

"Great Movie Star Bo, could you please consider the nature of my job? I’m your agent, not someone doing odd jobs for Diyang Entertainment, OK?" Xie Cheng practically gritted his teeth as he forced the words out.

"Oh!"

Xie Cheng’s expression on the other end of the phone cracked, a face of thunderstruck despair.

Oh?

What did that mean?

Just as he was desperate enough to want to bang his head against the wall, Bo Yan spoke again, "So, you’d better go and tell them yourself."

Xie Cheng: "..." I must have been extremely unlucky in my past eight lifetimes to have ended up with an artist who’s such a handful.

He hung up the phone in haste, nearly smashing his cellphone, while Bo Yan’s assistant pushed up the glasses on his nose and said, "Bro Xie, your phone isn’t cheap. How about you smash mine and give me yours to use?"

"Get lost!" Xie Cheng’s eyes twitched with irritation, finding everything disagreeable.

As for Lin Chen’s collaboration with Sun Xue, he had no say whatsoever; after all, he was from Diyang Headquarters, and Sun Xue belonged to Diyang Entertainment. Their Great Movie Star Bo was the first artist to sign directly with the conglomerate. Did he think everyone had the same privileges as him?

This is outrageous, an absolute overstep!

However, before Xie Cheng could figure out how to deal with the situation, a sensational piece of good news reached his ears.

A director from Diyang Entertainment with whom he had a good relationship complained to him, "I don’t know what’s with that Lin Chen from Yinran Entertainment. He had arrived at our company’s doorstep, got out of his car, and would you believe it, the car rolled back a bit, scraping him onto the ground, injuring his neck so badly he can’t even sing a note! This is preposterous, utterly infuriating!"

At first, Xie Cheng chuckled gleefully, but suddenly, as if something occurred to him, he picked up his phone, opened the official Weibo account, and searched for the curse of ’Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword’. What he saw nearly knocked him off his chair.

He wasn’t superstitious, yet at that moment, he felt a chill down his spine. He logged out, closed the official Weibo. This must be a coincidence, just a coincidence. Surely someone couldn’t have an accident just because of some damn words they blurted out, right?

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But, wasn’t this all a bit too coincidental?

Could it be... no, no, no, that can’t be right!

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