Chapter 286: Chapter 284: Do You Think This Is Liaozhai?
’Can a pet really act as a messenger?’
’Besides, how could a person and a fox possibly communicate?’
He was no expert like Doctor Wen, who could even communicate with animals.
The look on Director Wen’s face was a clear expression of his anxiety.
"Don’t worry, Director Wen."
’Okay, I understand.’ Director Wen felt he ought to be relieved.
’Since Doctor Wen said so, I might as well just wait patiently.’
’"This is perfect. Tomorrow, I can spend more time talking with those executives who want to advertise on our show. I might even be able to pull in some good investments."’
Just as Wen Ying turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something.
Seeing Wen Ying turn, Director Wen grew tense again. ’Could something bad be about to happen?’
He watched as Wen Ying took a hand out of her pocket and extended it toward him.
’Is this some new kind of etiquette?’
But just as Director Wen reached out his hand, he saw the red string in Wen Ying’s palm.
A Red Rope Bracelet.
"Doctor Wen, this is...?"
"It’s for you."
In a flash, Director Wen snatched the red string and fastened it around his wrist.
He moved with jaw-dropping speed.
"Thank you, Doctor Wen!" Director Wen was grinning from ear to ear.
’This red string is from Doctor Wen, so it’s definitely not just any ordinary red string. Considering the danger she mentioned earlier, this must be to protect me.’
Director Wen was suddenly touched that Doctor Wen was so concerned about him.
Back when he paid four million to have Doctor Wen on the show, people who knew said he had paid too much.
But now?
It was clear Director Wen had gotten the better end of the deal!
All that buzz on the trending topics was worth more than four million!
Add this Peace Rope to the mix, and how could you say Doctor Wen profited? She clearly took a loss!
Seeming a bit embarrassed to show such an emotional side in front of someone younger, he explained, "I drank a bit too much last night."
Wen Ying nodded to show she understood. "Keep the bracelet on and just wait for news from me."
Director Wen watched Doctor Wen’s retreating back and suddenly saw the little monk whose hand she was holding turn his head to look at him.
Before Director Wen could react, the little monk had already turned back around.
He felt this little monk seemed a bit strange, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
’Such a young child... is he really a monk?’
’There aren’t any temples or nunneries around here.’
’Where did the little monk come from?’
After racking his brain without finding an answer, Director Wen laughed.
’What’s with all this wild speculation?’
’I mean, this is Doctor Wen we’re talking about.’
’How could an expert like her not know the little monk’s origins?’
’What am I so worried about?’
Judging by their interaction, Wen Ying and the little monk were already quite close.
*
Before night fell, the director had informed everyone that they would have the next day off.
So in the evening, the production team brought out some food and announced a barbecue for everyone.
They also brought some sodas and beer.
The staff joined in with everyone, since there were relatively few guests to begin with.
As darkness settled, a bonfire crackled to life. There was barbecue, drinks, and company.
Song Jiayan voluntarily stood up and sang two songs—the same two he had sung during the live broadcast.
When it was time to sleep, the production team also had tents prepared.
But suddenly, Little White ran over to Director Wen.
It stood right in front of him, its eyes staring intently.
Director Wen looked at Little White, knowing it was Doctor Wen’s beloved pet.
He picked up a lamb skewer and held it out, waiting for the fox to open its mouth and take a bite.
But... the look in Little White’s eyes seemed to change. There was a new hint of disdain in them.
Director Wen interpreted that look with pinpoint accuracy. It was definitely disdain.
’Did I misunderstand?’
Little White stretched out a paw and patted Director Wen’s outstretched arm, signaling for him to put the skewer away.
"You don’t want lamb? You want beef instead?"
"Are you a vegetarian then?"
"Oh, you’re full?"
"Are you calling me stupid?" Director Wen blurted the question out without thinking.
But to his surprise, upon hearing this, Little White immediately nodded.
Director Wen awkwardly retracted the lamb skewer. He never thought he’d see the day he’d be looked down upon by a fox.
Little White extended its paw, pointed to itself, then pointed at Director Wen.
Director Wen still didn’t understand.
Little White was exasperated. ’These humans! Aside from my master, they’re all so dense!’
With a sigh of resignation, Little White stretched out its paw and began to write on the ground.
But all Director Wen saw was a fox pawing at the dirt. ’Is it trying to dig for something?’ he wondered.
"If you’re looking for something, just tell me. I’ll help you find it."
Little White ignored Director Wen and continued to write.
When Little White finally stopped, Director Wen was mortified.
A message was written in large letters on the ground: "Tomorrow, I will notify you by writing."
Those glaringly obvious words made Director Wen’s face flush red.
Little White had tried to give him hints so many times, but he just couldn’t get it.
In the end, it had been forced to resort to writing.
’Should I be embarrassed or happy about this?’
After all...
’Little White can write?’
Little White can write!
Director Wen looked at Little White in shock. ’Doctor Wen’s pet really is different from all the others!’
He had never heard of anyone else’s pet being able to write!
’Being able to write means it recognizes a lot of words. It might have even read books!’
’A fox that reads books?’
’What is this, some kind of folktale?’
But such a strange thing had actually happened!
Little White could write!
Seeing Director Wen’s shocked expression, Little White shot him a smug look. ’See that?’
’You see it now, don’t you!’
’That’s right, I’m just that incredible!’
’Not only can I write, I can talk too!’
’Too bad you won’t get the chance to hear me speak with your own ears.’
’It’s not that I’m unwilling. I’m just afraid of scaring you!’
When Director Wen snapped out of his daze, he immediately nodded. "I understand, Little White God!"
’What the hell is a "God?" I’m a Great Immortal,’ Little White thought.
But Little White couldn’t say this out loud, so it could only regretfully accept the title.
’I guess I’ll make do.’
After giving Director Wen a look that said, "You’re not so bad for a lackey," Little White turned and swaggered back toward Wen Ying.
Though it took him a moment to process everything, Director Wen was still pondering something.
’This fox is a little too intelligent. It’s not like an ordinary fox.’
’You could even say it’s not like an ordinary animal.’
People say that dogs and monkeys are the best at understanding human speech, but Director Wen felt this fox was even smarter than them.
As for a fox becoming a spirit, that was something Director Wen’s mind had never truly considered.
Even though he knew Doctor Wen was an expert and possessed abilities and methods that couldn’t be explained by science...
...the idea of a fox becoming a spirit was simply impossible.
"D-Director..." A staff member, Xiao Liu, walked over, trembling. "Just now... I saw."
"So you saw. What are you so flustered about? How can someone destined for great things be so jumpy? What did you see?"
Xiao Liu looked at the director, utterly speechless.
"I saw Little White God... it was writing!"
Director Wen’s expression froze. He stood up, his face serious and solemn, and looked at Xiao Liu.
He held out his hand.
