After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 257 - 252 Shall We Exchange Contact Information Since We’re Fated to Meet?

Chapter 257: Chapter 252 Shall We Exchange Contact Information Since We’re Fated to Meet?

Ji Tian bought a cream cake, drooling with desire, and shared a slice with Qin Jiangsheng, then began to enjoy her strawberry-flavored slice, "Mmm, so good, so good."

Qin Jiangsheng held his piece, mango-flavored with crushed peanuts and fresh mango slices on top, quite beautiful.

But Qin Jiangsheng couldn’t eat it, as he was allergic to milk, and even a touch of dairy would make him dizzy and swollen-headed as if drunk, heading straight for the ICU.

So he asked, "Do you really like cream that much?"

Ji Tian, with her eyes blissfully squinted, nodded affirmatively, "Of course, it’s so sweet and delicious."

Then Qin Jiangsheng elegantly scraped all the cream and fruit from his cake and gave it to her, keeping the plain cake base for himself.

"If you like it, eat more, what’s mine is yours."

Ji Tian: "..."

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the kid didn’t want to eat it and was just dumping it on her, but she had no proof!

Watching him elegantly begin to eat, Ji Tian tearfully finished what Qin Jiangsheng gave her. After all, wasting was shameful, and the consequence of finishing it was feeling so stuffed she swore off cake forever!

Gong Dongxi watched the two enjoying the cake, completely speechless. Are they sick? Even eating cake has to be a show-off?

The next second, a slice of strawberry mousse appeared before her. The blond, blue-eyed guy smiled radiantly, and knowing she was Chinese, he awkwardly said in his limited Chinese, "Eat, this, tasty."

Gong Dongxi stared at him in a daze before finally lowering her eyelashes and accepting, "Thank you."

The young man shook his hand, "No..."

Gong Dongxi knew he meant there was no need for thanks, but Mandarin was still too difficult for him; she immediately said, "You can speak English, it’s easier that way."

After that, Gong Dongxi learned his basic information. His name was Mike, a 20-year-old college student. His weekend sidewalk art was not for the money but for withstanding the cold, a test of willpower.

Over a slice of cake, they exchanged contact details, as Mike was very interested in Chinese and wanted Gong Dongxi to teach him.

Seeing it was already three in the afternoon, Ji Tian prepared to pack up. With all the money she made, she had enough to get by without new tasks, a satisfied smile on her face. Life was good with money, and she was determined to earn more.

Jian Chuyi carried a bucket grumpily, filled with a bunch of tools.

They had borrowed it from the production crew since they didn’t have one.

Tang Yu actually took her to find someone to fix locks!

Thinking about asking door-to-door if anyone needed locks fixed, or changed, or if they needed to break into someone’s house, she felt so awkward her toes curled.

But, oddly enough, they did make money—100 euros, surpassing their target.

Hang Mengting also made 25 euros, although she was ridiculed for her ballet dancing!

Her family always praised her for dancing elegantly, comparable to international dancers, but these people were blind, saying she danced like a duck! She nearly twisted her ankle in frustration.

Li Meng’s expertise was in gaming; there was no place for him to showcase it here. The 25 euros felt like pity, and the sight of Ji Tian with over a thousand euros in hand made him break down in tears.

Fucking hell, her laborious dancing wasn’t even worth as much as Ji Tian earning money just by sitting there, how infuriating!

The next second, the Chinese-looking guy, known as the Divine Doctor, raced towards them in a car, seemingly afraid Ji Tian might leave, poking his head out of the window and shouting, "Divine Doctor, wait!"

The group watched as the car came to a screeching halt, and the Chinese-looking guy popped from the window to the bottom of the seat. Ji Tian began to worry if he was still alive.

Fortunately, when he got out of the car, he was solid, trembling as he stood and held a banner, tears brimming as he knelt before Ji Tian, "Divine Doctor, wah wah, you’re like my parents reborn. I just went to the hospital, and the doctor said I have early-stage pancreatic cancer. Had it spread, I would’ve been done for. I made this banner for you right after leaving the hospital."

Ji Tian, afraid of taking years off her life, stepped aside. Her already limited lifespan couldn’t take this kind of ordeal.

"Don’t kneel to me, or I’ll have to kneel back and get my years back. Please get up, brother, I’m scared."

The Chinese guy: "..."

The audience: "..."

What weird logic, but oddly enough, it made sense.

The Chinese guy didn’t trouble Ji Tian, spread out the banner, and it read:

Hua Tuo reincarnate, Miracle Healing Touch, compassion in skill, bringing back the dead to life!

He clapped excitedly, and a trained pair of people immediately bowed to her at a ninety-degree angle, "Divine Doctor, hello, you’ve worked hard!"

Ji Tian: "..."

What to do? Her toes were curling up against the ground of Dream Castle again.

And this was on the busiest street corner.

She couldn’t fathom why the Chinese-looking guy who had just been diagnosed with early-stage pancreatic cancer was so happy to bring her the "good news"...

She could only call it "good news," as there was no trace of sadness on his face from being sick; he even wanted to celebrate in the streets with drums and gongs.

She was just a normal person, didn’t want to be the center of attention, and it was just a business deal, so she said, "I appreciate your kindness, you should go to the hospital for treatment, and if fate allows..."

"Divine Doctor, this is my payment to you. Please don’t despise it, it’s only ten thousand euros."

Ji Tian’s words changed to, "If fate allows, can we exchange contact information? I’m willing to help you recuperate later and ensure you recover fully."

The Chinese man was ecstatic, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I’ll bother you with that then, and I’ll provide you with a fee once I’m better."

Ji Tian, holding the money, waved her hands, "No, no, it’s too much."

After seeing off the Chinese man, she harvested a round of envy, jealousy, and hate.

What she didn’t expect was that there would be an unexpected reward coming her way.

Feng Xu sighed, realizing the reality gradually after appearing on the show—that seeking revenge on his brother was an impossible dream. It was better to build good relationships while he could, so he directly changed his tune to praise: "Ji Tian is really lucky, following her has been so worthwhile."

Hang Mengting muttered resentfully, "She’ll have bad luck one day!"

Everyone chose a restaurant to eat at; Ji Tian made money, and Jian Chuyi also benefited from it. Ji Tian didn’t want to shortchange herself either and chose a barbecue restaurant.

Everyone’s mouth watered as they walked in the door.

Yu Chuang, looking at Yan Ming behind the scenes, pondered, "Director Yan, what do we do next... they have money now."

Yan Ming: "..."

How would he know!

They were only supposed to make one hundred euros, but Ji Tian alone managed to earn around ten thousand euros.

She was richer than the entire program group.

On the other side, Jian Chuyi was eating barbecue, trotted over to return money, batting her big eyes with a crystal-clear voice: "Director Yan, Tiantian asked me to return your ten euros, take it well."

Yan Ming: "..."

Yu Chuang, swallowing his saliva, asked, "Can we eat barbecue too?"

Yan Expressionless Ming: "You can join us for some lettuce."

Yu Chuang: "..."

As if he could demand meat without even considering the circumstances!

They handed over the twenty-five euros they made from the meal including the barbecue, with Ji Tian covering the extra.

As for whether there were any conflicts, Ji Tian was too lazy to care, she just wanted to enjoy her meal.

[Wow, Sweetie is really kind, even after Hang and Feng first showed hostility towards her, she still covered the cost of the barbecue.]

[Maybe she wants to maintain her good reputation.]

[You’re overthinking it upstairs, Tiantian has never cared about her reputation, otherwise, she wouldn’t be quarreling with a bunch of little blacks online, I’m dying of laughter.]

[Have to say, she’s got a broad vision, but look at Hang Mengting, does she appreciate the gesture? Sigh, seems like good intentions might be taken for granted again.]

Indeed, Hang Mengting felt disgruntled, having thought she’d be the center of attention before she arrived, but never expected someone else to be more brilliant and eye-catching, even involuntarily drawing Li Meng’s gaze towards her.

Angered, she chewed on the meat in her mouth as if it were Ji Tian.

Men tend to be lustful, and she admitted that Ji Tian was very beautiful.

Her doe-like eyes were spirited and clear, rippling with light when she smiled, her black hair was thick and long, slightly curled at the tips, carrying the scent of roses when swung, fair-skinned with red lips, sweet and unexpectedly possessing a heroic charm.

Not only boys but even girls would be attracted to her, wanting to be friends with her.

Despite feeling bitter heartedly, she looked at Li Meng, who just happened to smile at her, hmm, well, Li Meng was on her side.

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Mo Jiu watched Ji Tian in the live stream obsessively, his Yin Man.

This was his Yin Man.

It seemed... very much like Yin Man.

His eyes filled with rage as he watched Qin Jiangsheng tenderly offer vegetables to Ji Tian, as if a beautiful flower he desired was being claimed by someone else first.

Unable to suppress the fury in his eyes, he swept off the documents on the table with his hand, leaving only the variety show playing on the tablet untouched.

No matter what, Yin Man was his!

Mo Jiu stood up, a cigarette between his lips, exhaling smoke, his voice cold and detached: "Set off to France."