When Ning Xi first began practicing her swordplay, the surroundings were empty and open.
But now, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered around her, with some even secretly recording videos on their phones.
After completing the final move, Ning Xi elegantly sheathed her sword, her posture beautiful and dazzling.
A bald man in his fifties, dressed in Tai Chi attire, approached Ning Xi with shining eyes and eagerly asked, "Young lady, hello, I'm Zhou Shi. I directed last year's hit fantasy drama 'I Have a Fairy Dream.' I'm currently preparing a new fantasy TV series, and I think your appearance and overall demeanor perfectly fit the role of the female lead's rival. Would you be interested in acting?"
"No."
Ning Xi decisively refused, stepping past Zhou Shi and heading toward the subway entrance.
Zhou Shi had been in the entertainment industry for decades.
He had never encountered a young girl like Ning Xi, with such exceptional looks and such impressive skills.
Since he had stumbled upon this treasure of a girl, Zhou Shi had no intention of giving up.
He jogged to catch up with Ning Xi and urgently said, "As for the salary, I'll offer you the rate of a second-tier actress—300,000 yuan per episode. How does that sound?"
Ning Xi's money-loving nature made her slow her pace slightly upon hearing Zhou Shi's offer of "300,000 yuan per episode."
Zhou Shi inwardly rejoiced:
Indeed, no one could resist the temptation of money.
Nothing is impossible if you're willing to throw money at it.
"300,000 yuan per episode, with the script tentatively set at 40 episodes, the total salary would be 12 million yuan before taxes," Zhou Shi asked nervously. "What do you think? Interested? If you are, we can sign the contract right away, and I can prepay 50% of the salary to you."
12 million yuan!
So much money!
If she weren't wearing her Taoist robe, the money-obsessed Ning Xi would have agreed without a second thought.
But she was the last successor of the "Number One Temple in the World." No matter how much she loved money, she couldn't tarnish the reputation of the "Number One Temple in the World."
If other Taoist temple successors found out she was acting in a TV series, they would surely mock and ridicule her Master.
"Sorry, I refuse."
To avoid being corrupted by money, Ning Xi sped away as if she were stepping on Wind-Fire Wheels.
She left Zhou Shi standing there in utter confusion, watching her retreating figure.
That wasn't right!
The girl had clearly been tempted when she heard 12 million yuan!
Why?
Why did she run away again?
Could it be that his bald head had scared the young girl?
Zhou Shi touched his bald head and wondered if he should get a hair transplant.
Near the subway entrance, many vendors were selling breakfast. Ning Xi scanned a code to buy a bowl of tofu pudding.
In recent years, Hanfu had experienced a revival.
But in earlier years, when Ning Xi had to take exams, she and her Master had come down the mountain once. Back then, people had pointed at their Taoist robes as if they were wearing strange costumes.
Now it was different. Even if Ning Xi walked the streets of the capital in her Taoist robe, no one would look at her as if she were a monster.
"Miss."
A young woman in Hanfu sitting opposite Ning Xi asked politely, "May I ask where you bought your Taoist robe? If it's convenient, could you share a link or the address?"
Ning Xi's porcelain-white face remained cold and distant.
"No link, I made it myself."
The Hanfu-clad young woman exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you made it yourself? Oh my, your skills are amazing! And this embroidery is so exquisite!"
"Thank you."
After politely expressing her thanks, Ning Xi quietly left under the envious gaze of the Hanfu-clad young woman.
At the subway station, while going through security, Ning Xi encountered a minor inconvenience.
Ning Xi: Missed out on so much pocket money!
Master Meng Wuyou: Good disciple, Master has brought you seven fiancés as compensation. Surprised or not? Unexpected or not?