Chapter 71: Persistent Zhou Hang

The notification sound from the phone made the feeling of overnight wealth even clearer.

Some people say that the money in your phone doesn’t feel like anything, unlike bundles of cash that make you feel more fulfilled.

Initially, Jin Yang and Zhou Mushi thought this made sense. But today, they realized that the reason they didn’t feel the money in their hands before was simply because it wasn’t enough.

Looking at the numerous zeroes stacked in front of them, they couldn’t even see clearly how many there were. But now, they definitely felt something.

He walked on the street with the story of the lady and the money. When the wind blew, it lifted his hair slightly and the rustling of the leaves sounded like the clinking of RMB.

When Jin Yang was at the orphanage, although life was tough at times, it was still better than the impoverished, uneducated countryside often portrayed in movies and TV shows.

His world was almost split in two. One half was like a movie, replaying the story of how a 15-year-old girl was abducted and forced to give birth to a child more than 30 years ago. Meanwhile, another person was constantly throwing waves of banknotes in his mind, with shadows of red bills scattered everywhere.

After hastily returning home, he sat silently by the bed, saying nothing.

By evening, when Jin Yang still hadn’t reacted, Zhou Mushi couldn’t let him go hungry any longer, so he went out to buy some food.

The weather forecast this afternoon had predicted rain, but so far it had just been gloomy.

Zhou Mushi brought an umbrella with him when he left, but it seemed unnecessary now.

Looking up at the street corner as he left the convenience store, he saw that the sidewalk under the streetlights was covered with pale pink cherry blossom petals. If it were to rain, this cherry blossom shower would be much faster than cold raindrops.

The old streetlights cast long shadows. Even though it was only eight or nine o’clock in the evening, there were few people on this small street.

One person walked down a small path, with only the sound of their footsteps and the rustling of a plastic bag they were carrying breaking the silence.

Looking up at the street corner after coming out of the convenience store, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He remembered the drama he had just finished watching last night, where the female lead, a ghost who had been dead for over seventy years, stood under the streetlight at the intersection near the convenience store waiting for her lover.

Zhou Mushi couldn’t help but shudder. He silently reassured himself that as a young person of the 21st century, he must firmly believe in scientific socialism and oppose the decadent thoughts of feudal superstition.

Suddenly, a hand gently patted his shoulder. It seemed to be accompanied by a strange, icy chill. Just as Zhou Mushi finished silently reciting his Marxist socialist beliefs, he felt his sphincter tighten and realized that he might be in trouble!

“Hey, Mushi!”

Huh? Why did this voice sound so familiar? Zhou Mushi turned around bravely, and a white-haired old man dressed in a gray-white Zhongshan suit came into view.

“Oh my god, Lin Shucheng, are you trying to scare someone to death? Why do you look like this in the middle of the night, and why can’t you make any noise while walking?!”

Lin Shucheng lifted his old Beijing cloth shoes and smiled, “These shoes make walking light and easy. I just rushed back from the set, and I forgot to take off my makeup.”

“Why do you have time to eat ice cream in the middle of the night but not to remove your makeup? It’s only a few months old, be careful not to hurt your stomach.”

Lin Shucheng raised the ice cream in his hand and gave an embarrassed smile. “It was someone else’s treat, it would be a waste not to eat it. I just finished performing with them and ended up walking near your house.”

Looking at Lin Shucheng’s appearance, Zhou Mushi didn’t know what to say and could only comment, “You’re a big boss, why bother acting as an old man?”

Lin Shucheng took a bite of his ice cream and said, “You don’t understand. Zhou Hang is trying to enter the entertainment industry. He made a film and starred in it as the male lead. He contacted me and wanted me to make a cameo appearance with hotpot and Xiaodie1 Hotpot and Xiaodie are the child of Lin Shucheng and Shen Qirun. . We have a good relationship, so I couldn’t refuse.”

Zhou Mushi shook his head helplessly. “That guy is always getting himself into trouble. He’s even making TV shows now. Doesn’t he fear ruining his reputation?”

Lin Shucheng smiled meaningfully. “Whether he ruins his reputation or not doesn’t matter. What matters is whose script he’s using.”

“It’s not Li… Lingling again, is it?”

Lin Shucheng nodded. “It’s no one but her. I saw it all when I went to the set this time. Li Lingling didn’t want to sell him the script, but she had no choice. She didn’t want to have any dealings with him, but Zhou Hang insisted on establishing a work-related connection. What is he after?”

Thinking about Zhou Hang’s complicated history with Li Lingling, Zhou Mushi felt overwhelmed and admired his friend for being able to have any involvement with a woman who had rejected him.

Zhou Mushi looked at hot food in his hand and asked Lin Shucheng, “Did you make this yourself?”

“No, Qirun came to pick us up. We came out for a walk and dinner. He brought his children to the park over there, and I came to buy some food for the kids.”

Zhou Mushi saw through the old man’s act immediately, knowing that he was just pretending to impress Shen Qirun. She couldn’t help but think about how all of her friends had changed for love, showing off their affection and acting foolishly.

“Alright, you’ve finished your stolen ice cream, go back now. I’m busy today, we’ll meet up again when we have time.”

Lin Shucheng whispered in response, “I didn’t steal anything. I ate it openly.” Seeing Zhou Mushi’s expression of disbelief, he quickly added, “But can you call Zhou Hang and talk to him? He seems to be going crazy.”

“I know.”

Zhou Mushi had ten minutes left to walk home, so she decided to call Zhou Hang. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialed his number.

“Hey, Mushi~” Zhou Hang’s voice came through the phone, and Zhou Mushi’s eyebrows relaxed.

“Why do you have time to call me today, President Zhou?”

“I miss you,” Zhou Hang said, half-jokingly.

Zhou Mushi rolled her eyes at his comment and covered her ear as Zhou Hang started singing loudly through the phone, “I suddenly miss you, where are you? Are you happy or sad?”

Zhou Mushi sighed and refused to listen to his silly antics any longer. “You’re so cheesy,” he said, interrupting his singing.