Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 76

Chapter 76: Changing a Throat (Part 2)

Manager Pan adjusted the glasses on her face, then asked Wenren Jin with a pointed tone, “I know her. She’s indeed very popular. But I remember she’s in the metaphysics section on White Whale Live, right? Telling fortunes and reading faces. Miss Wenren, you also know that we at Jiutian Media don’t pay attention to that section, and our artists don’t either…”

They had already discussed the countermeasures in the car. Wenren Jin smiled. “I know. That’s why I’m planning to have her switch lanes. Now that she’s popular and has a fan base, and her popularity is high, isn’t this the right time to promote her? Manager Pan should know this better than I do, right?”

Manager Pan was still a little hesitant, very cautious. “Hahahaha, it’s not impossible for Miss Wenren to want her to sign with us at Jiutian. If she… really knows those things, we can make a plan to promote her in the metaphysics field.”

“She doesn’t,” Wenren Jin coughed.

Manager Pan: “Huh? She doesn’t?”

How could she create such a big stir online without knowing anything? It was hard not to pay attention to her, with her livestreams trending every time.

Sang Jing, behind Wenren Jin, smiled at Manager Pan. Her dimples were sweet, and her eyes were round and large, looking innocent and pure, not at all like the kind of expert that was rumored online.

Manager Pan had already labeled Sang Jing in her heart. She was suitable for a sweet and energetic route.

“But I saw online…”

Before Manager Pan could finish, Wenren Jin interrupted her. “Manager Pan should know that I also study this, right? I’ve been learning from the seniors of the Xuanmen since I was a child, and I’m only at six-coin now. Do you think it’s possible for her to be an eight-coin at such a young age? It’s all scripts, special effects, and a water army.”

Manager Pan: “…Then the red V-badge?”

“White Whale Live is my family’s. It’s not a difficult thing to give her a certification,” Wenren Jin said, raising an eyebrow. “I just want to make her popular. Is there a problem? If you at Jiutian Media think you can’t promote her, then I’ll have to go to Deep Space Entertainment.”

Jiutian Media and Deep Space Entertainment were known rivals.

Hearing this, Manager Pan became a little anxious and quickly said, “We can, we can. Sang Jing has the face. Even if she’s a rookie now, I can make her popular. I just want to ask Miss Wenren, what lane do you want her to switch to?”

“How about a singer?” Wenren Jin thought for a moment. “An actress is also fine. Why don’t we let her try both? Which one does Manager Pan think she’s suitable for?”

Manager Pan smiled and nodded, then looked at Bei Shan behind Sang Jing. “And this is…?”

Good looks, good figure.

“Oh, the assistant I arranged for Sang Jing. You don’t have to mind her,” Wenren Jin said, raising her hand and putting on her sunglasses. “I’m not at ease with Sang Sang alone. I’ll leave after she’s settled.”

Manager Pan’s gaze shifted between Wenren Jin and Sang Jing, and a smile appeared on her face.

She had just searched for Sang Jing online. There was a post that had dug up her relationship with Wenren Jin. At that time, after Sang Jing had been debunked by Encounter, Wenren Jin had helped her become popular again.

Everyone in the industry knew about Encounter’s character. If it weren’t because it was too fake, she probably wouldn’t have parachuted into Sang Jing’s livestream to debunk her.

No wonder Deep Space Entertainment could let Wen Ying give Sang Jing popularity. It turns out that Sang Jing is backed by the young mistress Wenren. No wonder…

Manager Pan felt that she understood the relationship between Sang Jing and Wenren Jin. The young mistress and the flower she was raising.

“Have you ever sung before?” Manager Pan asked Sang Jing some questions while keeping a certain distance from her.

Sang Jing smiled and replied, “I have.”

Xie Yu, in the inner pocket of her clothes, answered silently: She has chanted incantations.

“Alright, then let’s go and test your timbre and pitch first,” Manager Pan said, leading the way.

Wenren Jin and Bei Shan saw Manager Pan’s look and exchanged a glance.

Everything was going smoothly.

Manager Pan led them to an empty piano room. At a glance, there were dozens of musical instruments in the piano room, both traditional classical and modern.

“Are you good at any of them?” Manager Pan asked.

Sang Jing was a little silent. She looked around and finally pointed to a suona in the corner.

Manager Pan: “…”

Bei Shan lowered her head and said nothing. Wenren Jin turned to look at the piano on the side and played a note. “Does she have to know an instrument?”

Manager Pan resisted the urge to curse. “It’s also fine if she doesn’t.”

What singer doesn’t know an instrument!?

“Let’s sing a song,” Manager Pan said, finding a light and cheerful song. As long as she wasn’t completely tone-deaf, she should be able to sing it.

But she hadn’t expected this flower to be so ridiculously tone-deaf!

Not a single word, no, not a single syllable was on key.

Manager Pan almost laughed, but she looked up and met the calm gazes of Wenren Jin and Bei Shan. She began to doubt herself.

Could it be… on key?

After Sang Jing had finished singing, Wenren Jin even clapped, and Bei Shan also followed suit.

Manager Pan: “…”

So besides her, everyone in the room was tone-deaf.

“What does Manager Pan think?” Wenren Jin asked very seriously.

Manager Pan clapped against her conscience. “Not bad. Very talented.”

Wenren Jin smiled with satisfaction. “Then can she be promoted?”

Manager Pan nodded. “Yes, of course. Sang Jing is so outstanding. It’s her fate to be popular.”

At worst, I’ll just change her throat.

Bei Shan: “…”

This is really a case of speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts. If she hadn’t been able to hold it in, she would have wanted to run the moment Sang Jing had opened her mouth.

Her peripheral vision caught sight of a person outside the piano room. Wenren Jin asked again, “Then can she be more popular than Qin Ge?”

Manager Pan’s smile stiffened. “This…”

“Is Manager Pan hesitating because you think our Sang Sang is not as pretty as Qin Ge, or not as good at singing as Qin Ge?” Wenren Jin began to put pressure on her. “Deep Space Entertainment…”

Manager Pan was fed up with this ancestor. “Yes, of course. How can a person Miss Wenren has her eyes on be bad? Hand her over to us. Two months, oh no, one month. Just one month, and I can make her even more popular than Qin Ge.”

“Sister Pan,” the door to the piano room was suddenly opened.

Manager Pan’s gaze tightened. She quickly frowned and gave Qin Ge a look, telling her to go out first.

Qin Ge acted as if she hadn’t seen it and walked over with a smile, looking at the three unfamiliar people in the room. She had some impression of Wenren Jin, but the other two, one looked pure and innocent, like a white lotus, and the other had sharp features and a serious expression.

With just one glance, Qin Ge had identified Sang Jing as her threat.

She smiled and extended her hand. “This must be the new recruit Sister Pan is going to sign. Hello, I’m Qin Ge.”

Sang Jing extended her hand. The moment she touched the other’s fingers, she felt a cold chill run up her arm. “Hello, Sang Jing.”

Half of her body was cold. Sang Jing was a little afraid that this aura would hurt Xie Yu and was about to withdraw her hand, but she hadn’t expected Qin Ge to suddenly take a step back in terror, looking at Sang Jing warily. The coldness also disappeared.

In a place no one could see, Xie Yu licked her lips, not yet satisfied. The hunger of the past few days had subsided.

This Qin Ge was so delicious.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sang Jing put on a concerned expression.

Knowing that she was here to snatch her resources, Qin Ge felt disgusted and annoyed at her pretentious look. But in front of others, she still had to maintain her persona.

Qin Ge shook her head and said with a smile, “Nothing.”

At the same time, Wenren Jin and Bei Shan’s gazes were both on Qin Ge.

Seeing this, Manager Pan was even more sure that Sang Jing was the flower raised by the young mistress. Otherwise, why would both of them be sizing up Qin Ge?

Wenren Jin could not be offended, and Sang Jing had to be coaxed and promoted. As for Qin Ge…

Thinking of what that person had said a few days ago, Manager Pan’s lips curved into a smile. She was just worried about not being able to find a suitable person to replace Qin Ge, and Sang Jing had come at just the right time.

“It’s getting late. Does Miss Wenren want to have dinner together? I’ll have someone get the contract,” Manager Pan said, completely ignoring Qin Ge. “The contract with Jiutian Media is for five years at least. There are some other things I’ll tell you in detail…”

“Mm, then let’s go,” Wenren Jin said, being invited out of the piano room by Manager Pan.

Sang Jing and Bei Shan also followed, leaving only Qin Ge in the piano room.

Qin Ge’s manager walked in and said coldly, “You just had to come in and make yourself unhappy. She’s someone brought by Wenren Jin. Even if she’s useless, she’ll be promoted to a high position. Can you compare your status and background with hers? You’ve made Sister Pan unhappy. Do you think you can still live so comfortably? You should think about it.”

Qin Ge lowered her head, her expression unclear. She pinched her palm hard, as if she couldn’t feel the pain.

Why, why is it always like this?

More than a decade ago, she had a good voice but was forgotten because she was not pretty enough.

Now she had the looks and the voice, but she was easily replaced because she had no status or background.

Qin Ge looked up, her gloomy eyes filled with hatred.

The manager at the door saw her like this, and the corners of her lips curved into a faint arc.

After eating and signing the contract, Manager Pan happily sent Wenren Jin and the others to a hotel, which was near the Jiutian Media Company building.

After sending them off, Manager Pan returned to the company.

As soon as she entered the office, she was startled by the person inside. The alcohol was scared out of her. “What are you doing? You didn’t even turn on the lights. Who are you trying to scare?”

Qin Ge was sitting at her desk. She asked in a cold tone, “You’re going to promote her?”

Manager Pan poured herself a glass of water and drank it. “What else? Don’t you see who she belongs to? Wenren Jin. If I don’t follow this young mistress’s wishes, this building will have to be renamed Wenren tomorrow.”

Qin Ge slammed the table and stood up, unwilling. “What about me?”

“You?” Manager Pan’s eyes darted around, as if she didn’t know what she was worried about. “What does it have to do with you if I promote her? You can continue to sing your songs, and your fans will still like you.”

Qin Ge squinted her eyes. “She can’t sing and doesn’t know any instruments. Are you really not going to give her my throat?”

Manager Pan also stopped smiling. She stood up and walked to the desk, pressed Qin Ge’s shoulders and pushed her back into the chair. She looked down at her, her fingers on her throat. “Don’t forget how you got popular. After using someone else’s throat for a few days, do you really think this throat is yours?”

Qin Ge’s face instantly turned pale. Her lips trembled as she said, “You… you’re really going to…”

Manager Pan reached out and patted her cheek, saying in a low voice, “She’s prettier than you, has a better status and background than you. She just lacks a good throat. She can be more popular than you.”

Qin Ge suddenly raised her hand and pushed her away, shouting in a sharp voice, “No! This is my throat! It’s mine!”

The silence of the night was broken. If one listened carefully, this sentence seemed to be a mix of two people’s voices, one crisp and pleasant, and the other hoarse and low.

Manager Pan smiled at her. “Listen, this is your real voice.”

Qin Ge heard it. She squeezed her lips shut, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Manager Pan.

“Alright, it’s getting late. Go to bed early. Don’t tire out your throat,” Manager Pan said, casually placing the contract on the table and turning to leave the office.

Qin Ge’s gaze slowly fell on the signed contract on the table. She opened the first page, and on it were clearly written the names of Manager Pan and Sang Jing.

Her fingers pinching the corner of the contract, Qin Ge’s eyes were scarlet as she roared at no one in particular, “You’re mine, and your throat is mine too. Don’t even think about leaving me. Don’t even think about leaving me to become popular with Sang Jing!”

*

To avoid being discovered, Sang Jing and the others did not return to the ancient town tonight but stayed at a hotel near the Jiutian Media Company building.

“How was it?” Bei Shan asked.

The three of them began to review.

Wenren Jin waited for Sang Jing to speak. She was the only one who had had contact with Qin Ge during the day.

“Her hands were very cold. When we shook hands, I felt an aura wrapping around my arm. It was like ghostly energy, but it wasn’t,” Sang Jing said with certainty. “She definitely has a problem.”

Bei Shan remembered. “Why did she look at you like that? As if she were scared.”

Sang Jing shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Alright, then we’ll test her again tomorrow,” Bei Shan said and dialed Tan Wei’s number, preparing to ask about the situation in the ancient town.

Sang Jing took out the small paper effigy from her inner pocket. Xie Yu had been very quiet from the time she had had dinner with Manager Pan until now, and she hadn’t even come out after arriving at the hotel.

The small paper effigy was lying limply on Sang Jing’s fingers, as if it were asleep.

“Xie Yu, come out and eat,” Sang Jing called out.

Before leaving, Sang Jing had remembered to bring some incense, in case something happened and she couldn’t go back.

Xie Yu came out and sat directly in Sang Jing’s arms, her eyes closed, sleepy. She buried her head in Sang Jing’s neck and even rubbed against it.

“I’m full.”

Full?

Sang Jing was puzzled. What did she eat to be full?