The staff imdiately brought over a blindfold and made sure Nan Chu couldn’t see anything.
Director Zeng and others walked past Nan Chu one by one.
Nan Chu called out the nas of the people who walked by.
After witnessing this, Director Zeng marveled, the videos viewed earlier were real indeed.
It turns out that in this world, there really are people with extraordinary abilities, and Nan Chu is truly amazing for possessing such talents.
After Nan Chu’s performance, Director Zeng said, "You’ve passed the audition, the role of Piao Xue is yours now. However, after seeing your performance today, I have so new ideas and need to discuss them with the screenwriter. A new script will be sent to your company later."
"Thank you, Director."
After Nan Chu left, she quickly shared the good news with Zhuang Wenqi, who was very happy for her.
Since she had no work scheduled in the afternoon, Nan Chu went back to her apartnt.
Once back at the apartnt, Nan Chu sent a ssage to Jiang Han, telling him the great news about passing the audition.
Upon receiving the ssage, Jiang Han imdiately video called Nan Chu.
As soon as Nan Chu answered, she heard Jiang Han’s praise.
"Nan Chu, you’re amazing!"
Nan Chu shyly replied, "My acting still needs refinent and improvent."
"I believe you’ll definitely improve."
Jiang Han and Nan Chu chatted for a long ti before ending the call.
After hanging up, Jiang Han continued pondering over the matter his father had suggested.
Jiang Han thought it through over two days and made up his mind.
*
A few days later, Nan Chu went to record a variety show - "Experience Different Lives".
This ti, the profession Nan Chu was going to experience was that of a fortune teller.
In this world, besides fortune tellers, there are also other special professions like magicians.
Magicians are even more mysterious than fortune tellers, and there are sects, but magicians are very secretive, unknown to the general public.
Nan Chu was aware of this because she had t a magician before.
It happened while shooting her previous film, when an incident occurred on set and the director had invited a magician, and Nan Chu saw the magician perform magic.
Apart from these two professions, there are other unique professions, but they are rare and ordinary people find it hard to encounter them.
The fortune teller she was going to learn from was nad Fu Qiu, who was already fifty-five years old.
Fu Qiu had been working as a fortune teller for over forty years.
This variety show was pre-recorded.
"Hello, Master, I’m Nan Chu, I’ll be learning from you today."
Fu Qiu looked at Nan Chu and said, "Your destiny is surprisingly inscrutable."
She knew that Fu Qiu was quite accurate in his predictions.
In order not to let Fu Qiu see that she was reincarnated, she used a talisman to obscure her destiny.
"That’s really a pity, I had hoped the Master could take a look at it for ," Nan Chu said wistfully.
Fu Qiu inquired about Nan Chu’s birthdate and only managed to predict up to August 2026, unable to go further.
So strange!
After a bit of prediction, Fu Qiu couldn’t decipher more and stopped probing into Nan Chu’s fate.
"How much do you know about the profession of a Life Master?"
Nan Chu shared her understanding of the Life Master profession.
She had done a lot of howork before coming.
After chatting for a while, Fu Qiu took out books on palmistry for her to read.
With a good mory, Nan Chu retained almost seventy to eighty percent of the content after just one read.
For parts she didn’t understand, Nan Chu asked Master Fu.
She studied like this for the entire morning, and at 1 PM, Fu Qiu’s scheduled guest arrived.
The first guest was an elderly man in his sixties.
Moreover, there was an old lady’s ghost following him.
This ghost was strangling the old man’s neck, but the old man couldn’t sense it.
The old man was slightly surprised to see so many caras.
Although the Master’s assistant had inford him beforehand, it was still his first ti on television.
However, the production team had assured him that they would pixelate and modify his voice in post-production so even his relatives wouldn’t recognize him.
"Please have a seat," Fu Qiu said.
After the old man sat down, Fu Qiu asked, "What would you like to consult about?"
"I’ve been sleeping poorly lately, often dreaming of my wife, so I’d like to ask the Master if my wife has any unfulfilled wishes," the old man said.
"Did your wife ntion anything in the dreams?" Fu Qiu inquired.
The old man replied evasively, "She didn’t say anything."
[In the dreams, she cursed him harshly and even wanted to kill him, but he couldn’t say that out loud.]
The ghost of the old lady cursed aloud beside him, "Shaless old thing, remarried to your first love just two months after I died."
"A shaless old SOB couple...."
Fu Qiu’s lips twitched at the lady’s curse, finding it exceedingly harsh.
In a sarcastic tone, Fu Qiu said, "Why do you dream about your wife, don’t you have a clue?"
"Master, I really don’t know," said the old man, feigning ignorance.
"Did you remarry?"
"Yes."
"And it was not long after your wife passed away that you remarried."
The old man rubbed his nose, "She died over two months ago, and the seven-day mourning period had passed."
"Your wife had been dead for less than two months, and you remarried. What does this make of your wife?"
"She worked hard to manage your ho, bore and raised your children, and as soon as she passed, you turned around and married another," Fu Qiu said coldly.
"I’m only sixty-six, and I have another ten or twenty years to go, and since my first love’s partner had passed away, what’s wrong with us spending the rest of our lives together?" the old man said, defending himself.
[Besides, his first love still had feelings for him; they ca together again because of love.]
"Oh, your first love," Fu Qiu sneered. "If you had remained unmarried all your life waiting for each other, I might be moved by your love. But you both married others, and after your respective partners died, you co together. It’s truly eye-opening."
"Then what about your original partners? They’re just unlucky? Spending decades with you without warming your hearts," Fu Qiu said coldly.
Unable to resist, Nan Chu chid in, "Your bed partner isn’t the one in your heart, you trample on new graves to welco back old loves, no wonder you sleep poorly, old man." Truly deserved.
Nan Chu was also amazed; at sixty-six, after his wife passed, he imdiately reconnected with his first love. They must have been in contact all along to co together so quickly.
It’s been an entangled relationship for years.
For the old lady, it wasn’t worth it, marrying such a person.
No wonder she wasn’t willing to reincarnate after passing.
The old man chuckled awkwardly, "Master, could it be that my wife is angry?"
"Of course," Fu Qiu confird.
[The old man wondered if the Master could suppress her.]
[No, he mustn’t ntion suppression; if he did, the Master definitely wouldn’t help.]
"Master, is there any way to get my wife’s forgiveness?"
"I can’t help with that; it depends on what you do," Fu Qiu said.
"Do I have to kneel and apologize?" the old man asked.
[Kneeling and apologizing, not a chance!]
"You should think hard about how to earn your wife’s forgiveness, Nan Chu, please see the guest out."
"Master, aren’t you going to help solve this? Can you drive the ghost away, send my wife off?" the old man pleaded.
"No," Fu Qiu said, "Please leave."
"Sir, the door is this way, please," Nan Chu said politely.
The old man left, cursing under his breath.
Cursing Fu Qiu as a phony master, a fraud who couldn’t solve problems.
He also cursed his deceased wife, blaming her for not being at peace even after death.
After the old man walked quite a distance, the bad luck curse placed by Nan Chu took effect, and he fell flat on his face.
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