Ling Shuangyue, the top boss in the world of metaphysics, failed to survive the catastrophe. When he opened his eyes, he became an 18th-tier bastard who was surrounded by dirty things in the entertainment industry and was about to be hidden away.
The little boy was in huge debt and had a bad start.
Ling Shuangyue calculated it with her fingers and said calmly: It's not a big problem.
Short of money? The fortune-telling in the live broadcast room can tell you a fortune, and wealthy people from all walks of life queue up to ask for fortune-telling.
Hacked? A casual calculation shows that the whistleblower's dark history is cleaner than her face.
No resources? Directors and producers cried and begged her for Feng Shui advice, and offered sky-high salaries at will.
Since then, the style of the entertainment industry has changed dramatically.
Other artists rely on singing and rapping, while Ling Shuangyue relies on drawing fortune-telling.
While other fans were busy posting charts and commenting, Ling Shuangyue's fans made devout wishes in the live broadcast room.
A certain actor said: "Master Ling, I always feel a chill in my back recently..."
Ling Shuangyue: "Don't be afraid, it's your opponents who stabbed you. I'll give you a Pure Heart Talisman later."
A top celebrity said: "Master, save me! My newly bought mansion seems unclean!"
Ling Shuangyue: "Send me the address and add money to provide door-to-door ghost hunting services. Five-star rating, dear."
Just when Ling Shuangyue was making money while torturing others, prospering in the entertainment industry, and preparing to rebuild her career and rise to the top, the rumored business tycoon, Mr. Gu, who was ruthless and decisive, cornered her in a corner and asked with red eyes: "God forbid, when will you be able to figure out that I have been waiting for you for five hundred years?"
Ling Shuangyue: "... This gentleman needs to pay more for marriage."
