Goddess Strategy GL - Chapter 11

“Can you pretend I said nothing just now…” Ye Ruoqing lost her confidence, and the volume of her voice dropped a lot, “You were crying so fiercely that night, I was busy taking care of you, how could I be in the mood to listen to what you were saying. I just remember you kept crying about why you didn’t get an O… Oscar…”

“Oscar?”

Ye Ruoqing slapped her head: “My memory is very poor. Was it Cannes? Was it Cannes?”

Zhao Xin turned her head back and let out a soft sigh.

“Was it the Golden Rooster? Golden Bear? Golden Cat?”

“Stop talking, I understand.”

“Okay then, I’m going back, and you should go back quickly too. What if a big star wanders outside every day and gets photographed by the paparazzi?” Having successfully escaped an ordeal, Ye Ruoqing immediately jumped up to pack her things. She was like an agile cat, fed plump by its owner, yet still possessing strong jumping and leaping skills.

The travel bag was opened, and a small stool, song list, thermos, and blanket were all stuffed inside. Ye Ruoqing was still a bit nervous; Zhao Xin clearly didn’t look like she believed her story.

A soft hand rested on Ye Ruoqing’s hand. Ye Ruoqing trembled all over, and her five fingers shook back and forth under the other’s hand.

“You… what-what-what do you want to do?”

“Sit down, I want to chat with you.”

“I have something to do.”

“What thing?”

“None of your business!”

“Of course, it concerns me.” Seeing that there were fewer people, Zhao Xin took off her sunglasses, and her beautiful eyes stared directly at her, “Because I need to confirm whether you are avoiding me or truly have something to do.”

“Then don’t touch my hand for no reason…” Ye Ruoqing quickly retracted her hand from under Zhao Xin’s hand. She was certain her face had turned red.

This is how pathetic she was; after meeting Zhao Xin, her level of being pathetic had risen sharply, and every time she thought about it, it brought tears of sorrow.

“So, sit down? Do you still want to eat anything?”

“No, no eating. If you have something to say, say it quickly. I truly have something to do.” Ye Ruoqing deliberately emphasized the two words “something to do.” She indeed had something to do, and in her opinion, it was a bit stupid—she was ‘waiting by the stump for a rabbit’ (waiting for luck).

It had been more than half a year since she came to B City, and she still hadn’t heard any news about Zeng Jie. In her desperation, she could only try her luck by going to crowded places every day, hoping that heaven would take pity on her and grant her an unexpected encounter.

“There is something I wanted to ask you…” Zhao Xin stopped mid-sentence. She bent down and picked up a piece of paper by the seat. Ye Ruoqing peeked and saw it was a song she had written.

“A song you wrote?”

“Mm, yes.”

This song was casually written while she was setting up her stall today, using simplified notation, and the handwriting was messy. Zhao Xin looked at it for a long time before barely managing to make out the entire song.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to go home not just because you want to break into the music scene, but also because there is someone you care about here?”

Ye Ruoqing was stunned. After a while, she snapped back, snatched the paper, and stuffed it into her bag: “Don’t guess randomly.”

Having her thoughts exposed by Zhao Xin, Ye Ruoqing was suddenly somehow embarrassed and annoyed. She felt she was reacting abnormally; she hadn’t reacted this way when Bai Xiaoli guessed it.

“You really love poking your nose into other people’s business, either telling me to go home or trying to pry into my private affairs. Next time you can play a neighborhood committee old lady, authentic performance, seriously.”

“Young girls just love to act tough.” Zhao Xin smiled and reached out to stroke Ye Ruoqing’s head. “Why don’t you say yes? Maybe I can give you an opportunity.”

This was the first time Ye Ruoqing saw Zhao Xin smile. For a moment, she forgot what she wanted to say and just stared blankly.

This is a sugar-coated shell, a honey trap, a gentle snare… Keep a hold of yourself, don’t fall for it, don’t fall for it…

“An opportunity, don’t you want it?”

Ye Ruoqing shook her head firmly: “No.”

“Really don’t want it?”

“You have an agenda.”

Zhao Xin generously admitted: “I do.”

“You are certainly honest.”

Zhao Xin said: “You are a smart girl. What you think and plan to do is far more than what you show. So there’s no need for me to hide anything, because you would figure it out anyway.”

Ye Ruoqing said: “Fine, then tell me. If I think it’s acceptable, we have a deal.”

Zhao Xin asked: “Is the person you are looking for someone in the industry?”

Ye Ruoqing frowned: “I don’t need you to help me find someone.”

Zhao Xin said: “Alright, I won’t help you look. I will take you to a place where anyone can penetrate every corner of the entertainment circle. What information you can get is entirely up to you. What do you think of this opportunity?”

Ye Ruoqing said: “Why does that sound so much like a scene where someone’s eyes are opened? I’m a country bumpkin, don’t fool me.”

Zhao Xin said: “It’s just a party, it won’t do anything to you.”

Ye Ruoqing asked: “What are the conditions?”

Zhao Xin said: “The condition is just that you attend the party. You can go on stage to sing, and sing the song you wrote for that person.”

Ye Ruoqing hesitated. She was well aware of the importance of connections. Searching aimlessly for someone in B City was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it was truly difficult for her alone. She also couldn’t focus on this year’s talent show due to lack of funds and time. But she was unwilling to rely on Zhao Xin. They were merely casual acquaintances, had chatted a few times, slept in the same bed, and knew a couple of each other’s little secrets. Having been in B City for so long, she had learned two truths: one is that true feelings exist among people, and the other is that manna does not fall from heaven.

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. I understand you have questions, but I won’t answer you, because you won’t believe it even if I do. The key is you. If you think it’s worth it, and you believe my name carries a certain credit, then you can agree. If you don’t think it’s worth it, I won’t force you.”

“I agree.”

Ye Ruoqing nodded: “I agree.”

Her answer was incredibly straightforward, and Zhao Xin was a little surprised. Ye Ruoqing saw her confusion and shrugged: “I can only say you are too good with words. You hit my weak spot with one sentence. Of course, most of the time you step on my landmines with one sentence.”

For Zeng Jie, she wasn’t afraid of mountains of knives or seas of fire, let alone just a small party. Zhao Xin said: “Alright, leave me your phone number. In a few days, I’ll have Little Round come over to bring you clothes and an invitation letter.”

Just like that, Ye Ruoqing inexplicably got involved with the entertainment industry. A few days later, Little Round came to deliver clothes, just as Ye Ruoqing was quarreling with the landlord… No, it should be said that the landlord was quarreling with Ye Ruoqing. The carefree Little Ye girl squatted on the ground, completely ignoring the landlord’s roaring, holding a rice cooker, rolling up her sleeves, and scraping the scorched rice stuck to the bottom of the rice cooker with great effort. Little Round, holding the clothes gift box, twitched at the corners of her mouth when she saw the scene before her.

“Are you done arguing? I have a guest.” The landlord, seeing Little Round’s bright and clean attire, hurriedly walked over, pointed at Ye Ruoqing and said: “Look, your friend is an old slicker. She said she would pay the rent but keeps delaying it. When I try to reason with her, she’s like this…”

“What manner am I showing?” Ye Ruoqing finished scraping the bottom of the pot, walked over, and directly placed the rice cooker on the landlord’s bald head: “Here is your rent. The next time you make a fuss, I’ll start hitting you.”

Little Round was dumbfounded.

The landlord was nearly knocked out by the impact. He furiously snatched the rice cooker off his head, put his hands on his hips, and cursed loudly: “&&…………%%￥”

Ye Ruoqing picked up a coal ball and weighed it in her hand. The landlord shut up.

“Still arguing?”

“Fine, you have a guest. I’ll let it go this time. If you delay the rent again next time, I’ll go to the neighborhood committee!”

The landlord dropped a threat and turned to leave. Ye Ruoqing tossed the coal ball casually and washed her hands: “Let’s go, come inside.”

“My goodness, Little Ye girl, is this how you usually quarrel with your landlord?”

“I’m in a bad mood today, so I let him bark a few extra sentences so I could start hitting him. Normally, I’d have stuffed the coal ball into his mouth already.”

“…”

Little Round asked: “Why are you in a bad mood?”

Ye Ruoqing immediately wilted: “Ai, I’m almost out of food…”

She turned back to pick up the bowl of scorched rice on the ground, but suddenly a fat cat leaped out, putting its paw on the bowl, preparing to steal a bite.

“My god, my dinner Ahhhhhh!”

How could Ye Ruoqing let it succeed? She lunged to grab the bowl. That fat cat was also accustomed to being domineering, swatting left and right, hitting the Blue Star human Ye Ruoqing until she was powerless to defend herself. Finally, it succeeded in taking the food.

“See? The natural order, survival of the fittest. If I were any weaker, how could I get food…” Ye Ruoqing sighed and poured the remaining scorched rice from the bowl into the trash bag.

Little Round’s eyes were filled with tears: “How can you be this poor? You’re fighting a cat for food?”