After becoming Famous, I Became Successful In My Cultivation

Translator: Google Translate

Editor: Sai Hiroto

"Our company is on the 30th to 36th floors of the office building." Zhang Qing secretly observed Su Xinghe while introducing him to the company's situation.

No wonder she couldn't help but look at Su Xinghe's face; it was just that Su Xinghe was too pale today.

The white ones seemed to be glowing.

It seems that the light last night was still too dark, which is why she discovered today that Su Xinghe not only has outstanding facial features but also has a soft light.

If she hadn't known that Su Xinghe didn't have money to take whitening injections, and the effect of whitening injections couldn't be so good, she would have thought that Su Xinghe had gone to a beauty salon overnight to whiten his skin yesterday.

Su Xinghe listened very carefully and took notes in his mind.

Tiancheng used to be a production company. It was acquired by Yangshi* (陽實) Group three months ago. This is a large industrial group. The CEO’s net worth ranks among the top five among private entrepreneurs. The reason why he acquired Tiancheng was to give his younger son some training.

[*Sai: ‘Yang’, can be called positive, sun, or yang in the sense of qi or energy. As for ‘Shi’, it can be called real, true, or solid. So I felt a little confused about interpreting it; in the end, I just left it as it was without replacing it with an English name.]

[*Sai: This is the third time I'm confused about interpreting Chinese names into English. I think in the next translation I will leave their names as they are in the original. At least it will save my hair from going bald from thinking hard about translating their names＼(*T▽T*)／]

So he is the first artist signed after the company was acquired.

After roughly understanding the company's situation, Zhang Qing gave the contract to Su Xinghe.

"What I'm trying to get you is contract B, which lasts for five years. Don't think the share is too harsh. Newcomers usually pay this price. If you become popular later, you can negotiate another share."

"As for resources, the company itself is a production company. You don't have to worry about filming a TV series. If it becomes popular, the company will also find some resources for you on the big screen."

She is also forty this year, and Su Xinghe has good talent that she rarely finds. If possible, of course, she wanted to take a new person out of her hands.

But she didn't expect that the good seedling was indeed a good seedling, but there was a big problem.

"You said you are a Taoist priest?!" Zhang Qing opened her eyes in shock.

Su Xinghe nodded and took out the Taoist priest certificate from his arms: "Certificate for employment."

Zhang Qing glanced at the freshly stamped Taoist priest certificate and suddenly felt the same as the weapon spirit a few days ago.

"Well, have you read the book?" Zhang Qing asked hesitantly.

Su Xinghe nodded. "Of course, I have read it."

But before Zhang Qingsong could say anything, Su Xinghe said again: "Master has been very strict with me since I was a child, including [Tao Te Ching] (道德經), [Nanhua Scriptures] (南華真經), [Wen Shi Scriptures] (文始真經), [Chongxu Scriptures] (沖虛真經), etc. I have studied all Taoist classics."

Even the master praised him for his intelligence.

Zhang Qing's expression was about to burst, "Have you ever been to school?"

She suddenly discovered a blind spot in her knowledge. Do Taoist priests who have certificates need a diploma?

Su Xinghe quickly helped her fill in this knowledge blind spot because he shook his head.

Zhang Qing's hand holding the cup was shaking. "So you are a 'Nine leaked fish'? A fish that slipped through the nine-year compulsory education?*"

[*Sai: Meaning, ‘missed out on the nine-year compulsory education’.]

"What kind of fish?" He just came down the mountain not long ago, and he hasn’t figured out the nine-year compulsory education yet, so he is confused.

Zhang Qing took a sip of water to calm down her shock and immediately turned on her mobile phone to check the Taoist priest's application and certification requirements. When she saw the words ‘high school education’, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the organization's official seal proved that Su Xinghe had a high school education.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a school diploma; I have a formal Taoist certificate!

"It's okay; it's not a big problem." Zhang Qing quickly comforted herself, "If someone asks you about your academic qualifications in the future, you won't answer. When you are free, take the adult self-study exam. We still need to have academic qualifications! You take a look at the contract first. If there is no problem, I will take you to see Mr. Xiao* Qin."

[*Sai: ‘Xiao’ here means a nickname or title, ‘little’ or ‘younger version’ of the Yangshi Group’s CEO.] 

[*Sai: Here we go, our gentle president Gong! XD]

Mr. Xiao Qin is the youngest son of the old Mr. Qin of Yangshi Group. He is responsible for not only Tiancheng but also other companies, so he was very busy and had very little time in Tiancheng. Today was just a coincidence; otherwise, Su Xinghe would not have been able to see anyone.

Su Xinghe read the contract carefully: "There is no problem."

He also did a fortune telling for himself before going out today, and it was good fortune, so he felt that today should go very smoothly.

After all, the results of fortune-telling must be based on the heart.

"Then let's go see Mr. Qin now. I reported your situation to him yesterday, and he is very satisfied with it. But regarding your new situation, I still need to ask Mr. Qin for instructions."

[*Sai: Replacing the call from 'Mr. Xiao Qin' became 'Mr. Qin'. I thought his father, the CEO of Yangshi Group, would rarely appear. Moreover, in the raw, the author also wrote him as Mr. Qin, probably forgetting to write 'Mr. Xiao Qin' (?)]

Su Xinghe nodded, and it turned out that ‘Nine leaked fish’ and Taoist priests are so unacceptable.

Then he should not reveal the fact that he is a loser in cultivating Taoism, lest Sister Zhang would feel even more uncomfortable.

On the thirty-sixth floor, Qin Xuan was dealing with recent important documents. When he received a call from his secretary, he remembered that a newly signed artist was coming today.

"Let them come in in ten minutes."

He rubbed his brow and took a sip of the cold coffee.

But the trouble caused by insomnia obviously could not be solved by coffee. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Pulling the tissue aside, he wiped the water droplets on his face while looking at the person in the mirror—an angular face, sword-like eyebrows, eyes without any emotion, and a skin color so white that it was almost transparent—living like a sleep-deprived vampire.

He threw away the paper ball in his hand, and when he looked up again, a pale and twisted human face appeared on his shoulder.

As if he had been soaked in water for many days, the facial features on his face were blurred, and the skin was swollen like some kind of sticky leather.

It just leaned on his shoulder...

Qin Xuan seemed to not see anything and sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened.

Then the face appeared on his desk, staring at him lifelessly like the documents on his desk.

He immediately lost interest in reading the document.

Just when Qin Xuan was thinking about whether to drive to the Taoist temple immediately, he saw that the room suddenly became much brighter, as if the wattage of the light bulb had doubled.

Could it be that the light is broken?

He couldn't help but frown, and when he was about to call his secretary, he found that the dead face on the table had disappeared.

Qin Xuan: ???

Before he could figure it out, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said.

Zhang Qing took Su Xinghe into the office.

Qin Xuan raised his head and then stopped.

He was blinded.

Because in his sight, he only saw a small sun entering the room.

So much so that he couldn't see anything clearly, and he was going blind.

...

Although I have known that there is something wrong with my eyes since I was a child, it is still a very rare experience to feel that there is something wrong with my eyes for the first time.

To protect his eyes, Qin Xuan immediately stopped the little sun from approaching: "Go and sit in the small conference room next to it."

Qin Xuan's office is very large, with a small conference room on the left and a suite on the right.

After Little Sun walked to the conference room, Qin Xuan's eyes finally felt a little better. Although he still couldn't see people clearly, he couldn't even open his eyes.

After Zhang Qing sat down, she didn't see Mr. Qin coming.

Just when she was about to ask, she heard Qin Xuan say, "I have a cold today; let's just say it this way."

Although it was a bit strange and seemed very rude, Qin Xuan had no other choice.

He didn't want his eyes to be blinded.

Zhang Qing felt a little uneasy but quickly introduced Su Xinghe's situation again.

Qin Xuan was a little surprised when he heard this: "Taoist?"

So it looks like there are 10,000 light bulbs installed all over his body?

But he had seen many Taoist priests, and none of them were as bright as Su Xinghe.

He recalled the photos he saw yesterday in his mind and vaguely remembered that Su Xinghe was a very handsome young man who seemed to have just turned eighteen.

Seeing that Qin Xuan remained silent, Su Xinghe was ready to get his certificate again.

Zhang Qing did not stop him. He took Su Xinghe's ID and walked over to hand it to Qin Xuan: "Although Xinghe is a Taoist priest, he also has a high school education, so I think this is not a particularly troublesome issue."

Qin Xuan took the certificate.

The person in the photo is indeed Su Xinghe, and the date of application was a few months ago.

Compared with the current little sun, the photo is much more normal. At least Qin Xuan's eyes didn't hurt when he looked at it.

Ordinary people put on simple black Taoist robes and a simple nine-sun scarf, and no matter how beautiful they are, they will become simple.

But Su Xinghe didn't. That face full of collagen was simply shining.

Just sparkling is a metaphor that others use, but to Su Xinghe, this word is completely an adjective.

How can he look directly at this artist in the future?

Zhang Qing secretly looked at Qin Xuan's expression and saw that he was not unhappy, so she simply said, "Mr. Qin, although Xinghe has never gone to school, I think he should have no problem taking the adult self-study exam."

As for the Taoist priest, what's wrong with identity and Taoist priests? Can't Taoist priests enter the entertainment industry? The law doesn't provide that either.

Qin Xuan didn't mind Su Xinghe's identity and education: "It's not a big problem."

The only problem was that he had to reduce the number of meetings with this little sun.

But...

Qin Xuan looked around. Although his office was exaggeratedly bright, it was very clean.

Very, very clean.

There's nothing there.

Speaking of which, the ghost seemed to have disappeared before Su Xinghe came in.

He rubbed the Taoist certificate in his hand and asked Zhang Qing, "Have accommodations been arranged for him?"

Zhang Qing was stunned. Generally, artists who signed a contract live directly in the dormitory. What did Mr. Qin mean by asking?

Before she could figure out what Qin Xuan meant, Qin Xuan said to himself, "I have a house near the company; let's arrange for him to live there for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qing's expression changed.

Zhang Qing was shocked. She had been in the entertainment industry for so many years and had seen a lot of unspoken rules, but this was the first time she was caught off guard by such an upright, unspoken rule.

Su Xinghe just joined the job!

Is Mr. Qin so hungry?

She had never heard that Mr. Qin had such hobbies before.

Qin Xuan also knew what she was thinking. He continued expressionlessly: "The artist dormitory has just been renovated. I don't recommend that employees live in it directly. There are three rooms in the house. If other artists have accommodation problems, they can also live in."

Of course, he would not be rude and ask to live with the employees, but he wanted to try living downstairs.

Su Xinghe didn't expect Tiancheng artists to be treated so well. Just now, he thought Mr. Qin didn't like him. Now it seemed that Mr. Qin had a cold and didn't want to infect them, so he stayed so far away from them.

What a nice guy!

He stood up and said happily, "Thank you, boss!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qing knew that she was wrong. She said embarrassedly, "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

After the two left, Qin Xuan picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Have you found the master?" he asked.

The person opposite said breathlessly, "Mr. Qin, we have already gone up the mountain, but the Taoist temple on the mountain has been closed, and there is no one at all. We knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came. Instead, a big white goose ran out from nowhere. They chased us for most of the hill. "

Not only the geese but also a boar and a bird chased behind them excitedly.

He still has bird poop on him!

Qin Xuan sighed: "Then you go down the mountain first and go back tomorrow."

His eyes have been able to see things that others cannot see since he was a child. When he was a child, he could ask someone to suppress them, but recently he has become increasingly unable to suppress them.

That's why I asked around and found out about the master on Nine Dragon Mountain.

Unfortunately, no one was found.

He put down his phone, and sure enough, that grimace appeared in front of him again.

But unlike just now, the originally blurry eyes on the ghost's face looked particularly clear.

He could see the red bloodshot eyes.

In addition to the red bloodshot eyes, there seems to be a vague grievance.

Was it blinded too?

Qin Xuan's mood suddenly became less bad.

Let's go to the Taoist Temple first to deal with this thing that has been following him since last night.

He took a deep breath and suddenly missed the little sun just now.