Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

After the transaction was completed, Liu Xiaoli and Liu Yifei left first.

Same as always, we'll pay after seeing the final results and impact.

Otherwise, Liu Xiaoli would go crazy and give 100 million.

As Liu Yifei left, she turned back to look at him, her eyes seeming to say something, but Liu Xiaoli pulled her away.

Qian Lang sat alone in the coffee shop, finished the rest of his coffee, then got up and went out.

Winter in Dali is different from that in Zhejiang. The sun shines brightly, warming you on your skin, unlike the damp cold of Yongkang or the biting mountain winds of Xinchang.

There were stalls selling roasted milk fan on the street, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk, mixed with folk music coming from some unknown shop.

Qian Lang walked slowly along the street.

The road is paved with bluestone slabs, and the houses of the Bai ethnic group have blue tiles and white walls, with colorful patterns painted on the walls.

In the distance, you can see the Cangshan Mountains, their peaks covered in snow, glistening in the sunlight.

Erhai Lake is invisible, but you can feel its presence—the air smells of water and is moist.

There were tourists on the street, but not many, since it wasn't peak season.

A local man carrying a bamboo basket walked by, speaking a Bai language that he couldn't understand.

A little girl squatted by the roadside, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand. She licked it, squinted her eyes, and smiled.

Qian Lang looked at her and suddenly remembered something.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner.

The moment this thought popped into my head, it felt like something had gently bumped into my heart.

He thought of that small village by the Qiantang River.

The village is small, with only a few dozen households. There is an old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, and a stone mill under the tree.

He often played under that tree when he was a child, catching cicadas in the summer and building snowmen in the winter.

The river flows past the village. In winter, the water level is low, exposing large areas of pebble-lined mudflats.

He remembered his father, who had been very casual in choosing names.

It is said that on the day he was born, the tide of the Qiantang River was particularly turbulent, so he became Qianlang (meaning "money wave"). Fortunately, he did not take the name of the "previous dynasty," as the Qing Dynasty had been gone for almost a century.

He remembered the nagging old lady.

His mother really loves to nag.

Wear more clothes when it's cold, drink more water when it's hot, be careful when you go out, and come back early.

He found those nagging voices annoying in his past life, but in this life, he thinks they are the most pleasant sounds in the world.

However, both of them are still young.

As Qian Lang thought about it, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

A young dad, a young mom.

I should go back and visit them.

After wandering around for a while, Qian Lang returned to the hotel where the film crew was staying.

This was his first day in Dali, and from that day on, he became a homebody.

Aside from filming, he turned down all other social engagements.

The crew invited him to dinner, but he refused; they invited him to drinks, but he refused; they invited him to visit Dali Old Town, but he refused.

Hu Jun also asked him if he had changed his gender.

He ignored him.

He couldn't very well say, "I knew this film crew would have problems, and that problems would keep happening."

He remembered it clearly: the film crew was like a man possessed after arriving in Dali.

It seems an actor was assaulted, the crew's money was stolen, and then a member of the crew committed a violent act. In short, it was a complete mess.

People were truly filled with fear and unease back then.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

He didn't want to be dragged into this without even realizing it.

So, avoid it if you can.

Not only did he hide himself, he also made a point of notifying two other people.

The first one is Liu Yifei, who is his sugar daddy.

It must be protected.

The next day, during a break from filming, he took advantage of a moment when Liu Xiaoli was not around and notified Liu Yifei.

"For the next period of time, do not leave the hotel except for filming."

Liu Yifei was very curious; she had originally planned to go and have some fun.

However, seeing that Qian Lang was unusually serious, he also seriously agreed.

The other one is Chen Hao.

After their passionate encounter that night, Qian Lang solemnly informed her.

However, Chen Hao was not so easily fooled.

Qian Lang, however, began to analyze the situation for her in a very serious manner.

"Do you see that our hotel faces a road directly?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Chen Hao spoke weakly.

"This is very bad from a feng shui perspective. This hotel is afflicted by negative energy. I'm certain our film crew is going to have a bad day."

Chen Hao burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Qian Lang, you can even do feng shui?"

"That's right, you absolutely must listen to me, otherwise you'll definitely regret it."

"Okay, okay, I'll still do whatever you say now, even making her do that pose just now..."

"Hehe! We'll unlock a few more later..."

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Days passed in Dali, and then...

"You really know feng shui?"

Chen Hao asked Qian Lang a rather strange question on set.

Because yesterday, "Prince Songtsam" was beaten—no, he got into a fight and was hospitalized.

"Be gentle, maybe it's just a coincidence."

"No, if that's really the case, we need to tell Producer Zhang to change hotels!"

Clang!

Qian Lang's heart shattered instantly.

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Yes, if it had been a different hotel, this might not have happened, and it indirectly changed the fate of many people.

It's not that the hotel's feng shui is bad, but rather that everything is indeed related to the hotel.

Jinhua Hotel!

But how can we convince Old Zhang?

Talking about feng shui with Lao Zhang?

I reckon Old Zhang would think he's crazy.

"Chen Hao, do you think Lao Zhang will believe it?"

Qian Lang asked suspiciously.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Hao laughed.

She didn't expect Qian Lang to actually take it seriously.

"Just kidding. If you tell Producer Zhang this, he'll definitely think you're a charlatan."

"Besides, this hotel was arranged by the local government, so it definitely won't be changed."

Okay! Qian Lang gave up.

As expected, fate points aren't so easy to earn.

Then, less than a week later, the 12 yuan in cash that the crew had put in the hotel safe was stolen. Yes, the thief broke into the safe!

"Is it really that strange?"

At night, Chen Hao asked again, filled with curiosity.

"I don't know either!"

Qian Lang looked at the ceiling and said.

But deep down, he felt a pang of heartache. If he had stopped this, the fortune points he would have gained would probably have been quite high.

Unfortunately, he can't exactly guard the safe.

Then another four days passed.

"Qian Lang, let's move!"

Chen Hao was truly scared.

The first two things were alright, but what happened yesterday terrified Chen Hao.

Last night, a violent clash broke out between members of the film crew's photography team and some locals at the hotel entrance. It is said that one person was paralyzed after being beaten, and there was blood all over the ground at the entrance.

The police are still arresting people.

Zhang Jizhong even smashed the hotel's television set.

"Sigh, just bear with it, filming's almost over."

This is Chen Hao.

The next day, while Qian Lang was on set, Liu Yifei approached him.

Liu Yifei looked at Qian Lang as if he were a monster.

She was just so curious.

Qian Lang told her to behave herself, but unexpectedly, the crew kept having problems.

"what?"

Qian Lang said irritably.

Liu Yifei circled around Qian Lang and said.

"Qian Lang, did you travel back in time like Xiang Shaolong?"