How can you become a star without money?

Chapter 38 No, sister, are you alright?

Not only Wang Yao, but Ni Ni and Gulnazar were also taken aback.

When did this person sit down behind them?

"Sorry, but I just felt your story was so much more exciting than the one in the movie, I couldn't help myself," Ghost Shadow said somewhat embarrassedly.

"You came by yourself?" Wang Yao hesitated for a moment, not revealing Liu Yifei's identity.

Seeing that Wang Yao knew the other person, Ni Ni and Nazha breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still curious and secretly sized up the ghostly figure.

Women's intuition tells them that this ghostly figure must be a great beauty.

"Yes, don't worry about me. I'm just here for the fun. Just pretend I don't exist," Liu Yifei said in a simple voice.

“Okay.” Wang Yao nodded and continued watching the movie.

"With such poor public security in ancient times, how did Confucius manage to travel around the states?" A moment later, Liu Yifei's deep voice came again.

Along with it came a fragrance.

“You don’t exist, do you?” Wang Yao said, frowning.

"Then give me something to eat." Liu Yifei smacked her lips.

"You're not bringing any food to the movies?" Wang Yao handed her a bucket of the remaining popcorn and potato chips.

"Who knew someone would dare bring food to a preview screening? That's so disrespectful to the cast and crew," Liu Yifei muttered under her breath, as she heard a 'click-click-click' sound behind her.

"Mr. Wang, I'm also quite curious. Wasn't Confucius a scholar? How did he travel around the states during those chaotic times? Could he have been entertained by kings just because of his reputation?" Naza, despite not being a good student, said.

But after all, he hadn't graduated from high school yet, and he still had an instinctive thirst for knowledge.

"You have stereotypes about intellectuals, especially those of the past. They weren't delicate, weak dogs."
According to the Records of the Grand Historian, "Confucius was nine feet and six inches tall." Converting this to the Western Han Dynasty's measurement of one foot (approximately 23.1 centimeters), his height was about 2.22 meters, which is close to Yao Ming's height (2.26 meters).

Furthermore, Confucius's father, Shuliang He, was a renowned strongman, capable of lifting a city gate. Moreover, of the six arts of the gentleman established by Confucius—rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics—archery and charioteering are both martial arts training.
However, individual martial prowess is certainly no match for an army. Confucius was able to travel around the states mainly because he had the strength. Zilu, the man mentioned here, was not a brute. He was the biggest local gangster in the State of Lu at the time, and his martial arts skills were extremely high.

Zigong was considered the richest man in the State of Wei at the time. The Confucian merchant tradition originated from him. You've heard the saying, "A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way."

Confucius had three thousand disciples, which is a figurative number, but it was probably more than three thousand, no less. Think about it, a team with money, people, and brains, could go to any country without any obstacles, right? Wang Yao chuckled.

"My God, my impression of Confucius has been shattered. He doesn't sound like a gentleman of poetry and propriety, but more like a warlord in a chaotic world," Ni Ni exclaimed.

"You're so good at summarizing!" Liu Yifei praised Ni Ni.

“If you think something is unreasonable, there must be a reasonable reason behind it.” Wang Yao smiled. “You know the Analects, right? It’s possible that Confucius set rules for the various states at that time.”
For example, the saying goes, "At thirty, one stands firm." Only thirty people are worthy of making Confucius stand up and fight.

At forty, one is no longer perplexed. Even when facing forty people, Confucius would not hesitate and would still choose to act decisively.

At fifty, one knows the mandate of Heaven. If the opponent is fifty people, Confucius will not stop until he beats them to the point that they believe they have encountered their own destiny.

At sixty, one's ears are attuned to reason; even when there are sixty people in the audience, one is willing to sit down and listen to Confucius's teachings.

At seventy, one can follow one's heart's desires; even when facing more than seventy people, Confucius could fight however he pleased.

"???"

"Hahahaha! You're crazy!"

"Giggle."

Wang Yao's nonchalant voice, coupled with these nonsensical quotes, made Ni Ni and the others burst into laughter.

The movie was currently showing the love story between Nanzi and Confucius, and everyone was feeling sad when the sudden laughter was quite intrusive, causing them to turn around in displeasure.

Wang Yao never expected that such a tired joke from later generations would have such an effect; Nazha was laughing so hard she was squealing.

Quickly push Nazha and Ni Ni's heads back onto the chairs to avoid leaving any embarrassing memories.

Liu Yifei was left clutching her chest, barely able to contain her laughter, and could only silently take the blame and raise her hand in apology.

They almost caused trouble, so Gulnazar and Ni Ni obediently watched the movie.

Wang Yao, meanwhile, was utterly bored and simply relaxed.

Ni Ni also adopted a proper attitude and began to observe and learn seriously.

Naza is easily moved; she can't bear to see Confucius suffer, and she sheds tears every now and then, deeply touched.

Wang Yao originally wanted to get a photo and autograph from Chow Yun-fat, but fearing it would leave a bad impression on the production team, he secretly led them away.

When the movie ended and the lights came on, everyone applauded and stood up to look for the troublemaker who had disrupted the atmosphere. However, the back row was already empty.

At some point, the main cast and crew of the film, including Chow Yun-fat, Ren Quan, and director Hu Mei, were in the prime seats in the first row, intending to give the audience a surprise.

The little incident earlier disrupted everything.

"Go and find out who was laughing just now."

Chow Yun-fat was petty and sent someone to investigate who was being so unruly.

After sneaking away from the theater, Naza was scolded by her mother, who grabbed her ear.

Even the culprit, Wang Yao, dared not utter a sound.

He could only try to distract Liu Yifei, who had come out with him, by asking, "Why did you come out with me?"

"Nonsense, if we didn't come out, the reporters would write us to death!" Even through her sunglasses, Liu Yifei's eyes flashed with a cold light; she had almost choked to death trying to suppress her laughter.

"I'm going back to my activity now. Thanks for the snacks, goodbye."

She was originally arranged by the company to be a surprise guest today to generate buzz for "Confucius," not just to join in the fun.

"Wait a minute." Wang Yao reached out and grabbed her hat, pulling her back like a chick. "My cousin is a fan of Zhou Xun. Can you get him a photo together? Consider it a return of the snacks."

"Awoo!" Liu Yifei exclaimed softly, adjusting her hat with displeasure. "Then we're even."

After saying that, he led Zhou Cong, waved to Ni Ni, and sneaked back into the theater.

"Who is this lady?" Ni Ni asked curiously, taking a deep breath of the fragrance.

“Liu Yifei,” Wang Yao replied.

"Hahaha, this is even funnier." Ni Ni thought Wang Yao was getting more and more humorous.

"Xiao Yao, won't this affect your work?" Naza's mother asked with a worried look after scolding Naza.

She knew that today wasn't just about watching a movie; it was about work, and Wang Yao had specifically brought them here to broaden their horizons.

With so many reporters present, I wonder if it will have a negative impact. "Nothing's wrong, Auntie, don't worry. But we won't be able to get a photo with Chow Yun-fat today, maybe next time," Wang Yao smiled.

"It's good that it didn't have any impact. This child is too unreliable," Nazha's mother sighed upon hearing this.

"It's my fault, I talked too much. We still have some time, let's go eat," Wang Yao said with a smile.

"We won't go; you've already gone to so much trouble for us today," Nazha's mother politely declined.

"I want to eat!" Naza said, throwing a tantrum.

"Tsk!" Nazha's mother frowned.

"Auntie, don't be angry. Didn't you say last time that you wanted to thank Mr. Wang for helping Nazha find a job?" Ni Ni went up and took Nazha's mother's arm.

Ni Ni is now nominally Wang Yao's assistant, and she is also responsible for Nazha's business dealings. She has a good personality and a sweet tongue, and she has Nazha's mother completely under her thumb.

Recently, because the online store business is booming and the cash flow is sufficient, Wang Yao gave Nazha a monthly women's clothing online shopping contract, which is 500 yuan a day. This is a very high salary and directly alleviated their cost of preparing for the exam in Shanghai.

"Oh, right, right, Xiao Yao, you guys go eat. Let Nazha pay today. Auntie won't eat dinner tonight, so I won't get involved with you young people. After you finish eating, could you please take her back?" Nazha's mother slapped her forehead.

"Alright then." Wang Yao nodded, and after seeing her into a taxi, he asked, "What would you like to eat?"

It is located near Nanjing Road, the most bustling commercial area in Shanghai.

"Eat well! I haven't eaten at any of those legendary high-end restaurants since I came to Shanghai! Mr. Wang, my mom gave me so much money, I'll treat you to a good meal!" Naza said with a big smile, taking out a wad of banknotes from her small bag.

It looks like it should be worth two or three thousand yuan.

"Wow, a little rich girl," Wang Yao chuckled.

"Hehe, thank you for your support, Mr. Wang. It's all from taking photos." Naza smiled sweetly.

“Omakase! I’ve seen this stuff really popular lately, it costs over a thousand per person, let’s go try it, we’ll split the bill.” Ni Ni put her arm around Nazha, equally excited.

Although she's been working so hard lately that she's got dark circles under her eyes, the daily sales of tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan are like an endless source of energy, keeping her full of vitality.

“Omakase? You have to make an appointment for this, and I don’t know any stores that sell it. Let me check.” Wang Yao didn’t expect that this weird thing was already poisoning young girls back in 2010.

Wang Yao didn't know much about these kinds of pleasures, but he knew that some people did.

I opened QQ and sent a message to Emily, the socialite I had added at the Peninsula Hotel, asking her if she had any recommendations for upscale restaurants nearby.

A short while later, the other party replied with a long string of messages.

From Western to Chinese cuisine, it offers a wide variety of flavors and styles, providing a comprehensive selection.

Wang Yao thanked them and chose a Western restaurant that was relatively close by.

Emily thoughtfully included a menu she recommended, and Wang Yao said he would treat her to dinner another day, ending their chat.

Ni Ni and Gulnazar were chatting, mainly about the performances of several actors in today's movie.

The two of them have been getting very close lately, almost like best friends. They both know that they are interested in the entertainment industry, and they are both trained in dance and have outgoing personalities, so they usually talk about this topic.

However, neither of them had studied acting, and their conversation was rather vague.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think of the acting of the movie actors today?" Ni Ni asked with a smile as he approached.

"It's alright, nothing particularly outstanding," Wang Yao replied.

"Zhou Xun's acting was alright, wasn't it?" Gulnazar asked in surprise. "Mr. Wang's standards are really high."

"Not bad, but it doesn't feel much different from her performance in Painted Skin. For an actress of her caliber, this is just average." Wang Yao smiled.

“Being an actor is really tough,” Nazha sighed upon hearing this.

“It’s alright, finding the right role is important, right, Mr. Yao?” Ni Ni said with a smile.

“If the role and the actor fit together, there is indeed a chemical reaction in the performance. So it’s not easy for many actors to find a role that is their soulmate in their lifetime. As long as they don’t make mistakes, it’s fine.” Wang Yao smiled.

"Mr. Yao, do you think I have potential?" Ni Ni asked curiously.

"I've never seen you act before," Wang Yao chuckled.

"Then I'll give you an impromptu performance later, or you can assign me a role?" Ni Ni became interested.

"When is 'later'?" Naza blinked her big eyes.

We're on the street right now, I'm worried that Mr. Wang will make Sister Ni play some weird or strange roles.

“Sure, let’s do it when we’re eating. This is a Western restaurant, and your English is pretty good, right? You can play the role of a white-collar worker from a foreign company in Shanghai, ordering food in a pretentious manner while interspersing your English.” Wang Yao chuckled.

“Okay!” Ni Ni smiled, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Naza suddenly had a bad feeling.

Half an hour later, in a lavishly decorated Western restaurant, Ni Ni, with her legs crossed, flipped through the menu and asked the waiter...
Are your signature dishes organic, gluten-free, non-GMO, or Paleo diet?

Ni Ni is a broadcaster by training and speaks fluent English. She delivered such absurd lines with remarkable fluency, as if she were a genuine overseas returnee.

The waiter looked at Ni Ni with surprise and replied, "That's right, Miss."

"So, do you give your vegetables two hours of Neurologic Music Therapy before harvesting?" Ni Ni continued to ask without changing her expression.

???

The waiter's pupils dilated noticeably.

No, sister, are you alright?

This is a restaurant, not a research center.

It's a pity that such a pretty girl doesn't seem to be very bright, but she still patiently replied, "Um, I'm not sure. Should I check with the kitchen?"

"Are all the chickens in your house flexitarians?" Ni Ni was still immersed in her role.

The waitress's face turned green.

Naza awkwardly shrank back, wishing she could crawl under the table; her toes were practically digging into the floorboards.

Wang Yao stroked his chin thoughtfully.

So this is what it feels like to watch someone show off in real life.

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