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The director watched as Wu Jie and the others left, leaving the event site eerily empty, with even the few souls that had been present now vanished. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself. Turning to a female host beside him, he said, "Chen, you need to go up now and read out the names of our advertising sponsors, then cut the live stream."
The female host looked into the director's eyes. Though she felt a bit scared inside, she steeled herself and nodded, saying, "Director, don't worry. I will wrap this up properly."
With that, the female host stepped in front of the camera, putting on a faint smile as she began to conclude the live broadcast.
Nearby, a cameraman glanced at the director and hesitantly asked, "Director, although many people watched this live stream, there were supernatural elements in the program. According to regulations from above, there's a high chance our recording won't be allowed to air."
The director furrowed his brow. He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment before a spark of inspiration lit up his eyes. He smiled and patted the cameraman's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry so much. There are no ghosts in this world. The sounds we heard earlier and those figures that appeared at the end were all props we prepared in advance. Right?"
The cameraman realized what the director meant. Due to the lighting equipment exploding earlier, the live stream footage was not very clear, which meant some details from the scene were not visible in the video.
If everything had been prearranged and all staff members maintained a consistent story, it would be easy to cover it up.
After shutting down the live stream, the director gathered all surrounding staff to discuss what they should pay attention to when making public statements.
Meanwhile, outside the event venue, Wu Jie scanned the crowd and spotted me and He Ying among them.
Excitement flashed in Wu Jie’s eyes as he quickly approached us with a smile. "Hey beautiful, do you have any more talismans? I need a few more!"
Upon hearing Wu Jie’s words, He Ying finally understood my plan. She nodded and smiled back at him. "Wu Jie, I still have some talismans left. How many do you want?"
Wu Jie pulled out all the cash from his pocket—exactly fifteen hundred yuan—and handed it to He Ying without hesitation. "Beautiful lady, give me fifteen talismans first."
He Ying looked at the stack of red bills in her hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement, feeling a sense of unreality wash over her. It was the first time she had seen someone buy so many talismans at once.
A happy smile spread across her face as she tucked the money away and pulled out fifteen talismans to hand to Wu Jie. At the same time, she pointed to the different talismans and introduced them, saying, "Wu Jie, the one with the more complex patterns is the Daoist Sect's Exorcism Talisman, which can drive away some ordinary Ghostly Beings. The one that looks short is the Daoist Sect's Calming Talisman. If you place the Calming Talisman under your pillow at night, you definitely won't have nightmares while you sleep. That one..."
He Ying went on to briefly introduce all the talismans. Clearing her throat, she said earnestly, "Wu Jie, these talismans have a time limit; they can only be used for three to four months at most. Once that time is up, they will turn into scrap paper. You need to remember that."
Wu Jie was already dizzy from He Ying's explanations. He nodded and carefully tucked the talismans close to him before saying, "Beautiful lady, don't worry. When these talismans are no longer useful, I'll come back to buy more from you."
Others might doubt He Ying's words, but Wu Jie had just experienced the power of the Exorcism Talisman firsthand. He knew that what He Ying sold were genuine Taoist Talismans.
The two female streamers gently tugged at Wu Jie's arm, their brows furrowed as they kindly reminded him, "Wu Jie, why are you buying so many talismans at once? If they're all fake, you'll be at a loss."
Wu Jie shook his head with a smile and replied, "You two might not know this, but the talismans I have on me were bought from this beautiful lady's shop. My four bodyguards saw it with their own eyes; if you don't believe me, you can ask them."
Turning to glance at his four bodyguards, he found that they had already pulled out wads of red bills and were standing beside He Ying, grinning as they bought talismans.
"Beautiful lady, here’s a thousand yuan; please count it for me. I want three Exorcism Talismans, three Calming Talismans, and another Exorcism Talisman."
"Beautiful lady, here’s my money; I want five Exorcism Talismans and five Calming Talismans!"
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Worried that He Ying's talismans would sell out quickly, the four bodyguards rushed to shove money into her hands. Especially the bodyguard who had been beaten into a pulp by Soul; he immediately bought ten Exorcism Talismans and stuck them all over himself.
"Um, I want to buy talismans too! Give me ten of each!" The two female streamers, still shaken by the earlier Soul incident, pulled out a thick stack of red bills, at least four or five thousand dollars. Without blinking an eye, they stuffed the money into He Ying's hands.
Seeing that He Ying was overwhelmed, I walked over to help distribute the talismans while He Ying stood by, grinning and collecting the cash.
With Wu Jie and his friends leading the way in purchasing talismans, and given what had just happened at the Event Site, more and more people were tempted. However, unlike Wu Jie and his group, most of them could only afford two or three talismans.
Noticing the growing crowd, I furrowed my brow and shouted, "Everyone, please don't rush! We have plenty of talismans left. Even if you can't buy any today, you can come to my shop tomorrow!"
About ten minutes later, once everyone had bought their talismans and left, He Ying and I let out a long sigh of relief; we were both drenched in sweat.
"Jiang Ling, you really have a knack for this! We sold over a hundred talismans in one go—more than I sold in an entire year!" He Ying exclaimed, clutching her bulging backpack with a beaming smile on her face.
I shook my head and chuckled. "He Ying, this is nothing. You haven't seen real money-making yet. I once saw a shop where even a single blessed item started at over a hundred thousand. Plus, there are plenty of Tycoons coming to sell their goods; they can easily make four to five hundred thousand a month."
(End of Chapter)
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