Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback! novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Director Zhang, I heard you’ve encountered some troubles lately

Jingcheng Bi Garden Restaurant.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng’s glass was nearly empty, Du Qinglian immediately took the bottle from the waiter’s hand and added a little more to Director Zhang’s glass.

“Director Zhang, this Zuichun Mountain is a specialty of Bi Garden, brewed with Moutai, and is very fragrant. You should drink more of it tonight.”

Zhang Cheng, however, raised his hand to stop Du Qinglian from pouring more.

“That will do, I have plans later, and it wouldn’t be good to meet people if I’ve had too much to drink.”

Du Qinglian responded smoothly, smiled, and then handed the wine cup back to the waiter.

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“Then we definitely shouldn’t drink too much. However, we still need to trouble you with He Yun’s matter.”

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng furrowed his brows.

“Isn’t he still in the Southwest shooting that variety show? That won’t work for me at all; I have an audition tomorrow, and everything’s already arranged. Surely we can’t delay everyone’s time just for you guys, right?”

“Of course not,” said Du Qinglian. “I was against He Yun doing that variety show from the start. As for Shen Lan, she really would do anything to fulfill a bet, but now it’s all good since she has agreed to sign the termination contract. He Yun will definitely be at the set on time tomorrow.”

Zhang Cheng gave a noncommittal “Mhm,” which was as much of a response as he was willing to give to the matter.

This was already enough to make Du Qinglian very pleased.

Zhang Cheng was known in the industry as a tough nut to crack, and now that he had agreed to this dining event and shown his stance, it meant she had an eighty percent grip on the opportunity.

The remaining twenty percent depended on He Yun’s performance tomorrow.

Thinking of this, He Qinglian, overjoyed, immediately called a waiter over to add a few more dishes.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng’s phone, which was on the table, rang. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

He Qinglian tactfully excused herself, “Director Zhang, you should take the call; it might be a client.”

When Zhang Cheng picked up his phone and looked at the screen, he saw a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Checking the IP location, it was still from the Capital.

Without suspecting anything amiss, Zhang Cheng swiped to answer.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Zhang, this is Jiang Li. I hear you’ve recently come across some rather troubling issues; maybe I can help alleviate your worries.”

Zhang Cheng’s brows knitted tightly together, and his face darkened.

Which D-list actor had gotten hold of his number and was trying to pitch themselves?

Offer to alleviate worries?

He detested people who spent all their time looking for shortcuts instead of working to improve themselves!

Just as he was about to hang up, the caller’s somewhat cold voice rang out again.

“Mr. Zhang, you’re misunderstanding. I’m not that kind of person. Is a member of your family, by any chance, currently in grave danger at the hospital? And is this person also a pregnant woman?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng was first startled, then furiously burst out.

He put the phone back to his ear, stood up from his seat, and went straight out to the terrace.

“Who are you? What do you want?!”

Someone who knew his family’s situation this well – could this person be threatening to extort him?

Yet the voice on the other end of the phone sounded like just a young girl.

However, these details were still not enough to dispel Zhang Cheng’s doubts.

“What is your intention by telling me all this?”

Though his voice remained cold, it was much softer than before.

Jiang Li smiled, “I owe the master a favor, and naturally I’m here to repay it. Coincidentally, I possess some knowledge of Mystical Skill, and it happens that I’ve calculated that your daughter-in-law’s illness is not as simple as it seems.”

Zhang Cheng: !!!

Mystical Skill?!

Could this girl be a Taoist practitioner?

The upper class always held such things in reverence, especially in his family; his wife was a devout Buddhist, and he himself believed in Taoist mysticism. Before shooting each new film, he would always have someone calculate an auspicious date, and in selecting actors, he would also consider their physiognomy and Four Pillars of Destiny.

For instance, if it were not for the old Taoist saying that He Yun’s birthdate was compatible with him, he would not have dealt with Du Qinglian.

So he knew the profoundness of these people all the more.

It was just that he had never seen a young girl who practiced such things before.

“Master,” Zhang Cheng cleared his throat, his attitude softening, “How did you come to know of these things? Master Huiqing indeed visited my home, but we did not inform him of the details. We simply requested a simple blessing ritual for Yu Li and her child’s safety.”

“I’ve calculated it,” replied Jiang Li calmly. “It seems Mr. Zhang still doesn’t quite believe me, so let me prove it once more. Give me your birthdate.”

Zhang Cheng reported it truthfully.

Jiang Li pondered for a while and then said:

“You were born into a wealthy family; both your parents and ancestors were involved in business. Your grandmother was from an opera family, and you grew up at her knee, developing an interest in opera over time. After being sent overseas by your parents, you studied the film industry, and your debut work was related to opera.”

“You met your wife abroad, and you two had a fine relationship, marrying within a year of meeting. However, your marriage has been difficult because your wife had several miscarriages. Your only son even resulted from in vitro fertilization.”