I, the princess of the dynasty, have hundreds of millions of talents, so what?

"It's not a competition, it's a talent show!... Oh, that's about right, it can be understood as a competition. But, you signed up yourself, don't you remember it? Next weekend is the deadline to go to the island, and except for you, all the other girls have already signed up!"

"Our program was planned by producer Lu at a huge cost, and this season is an international version! The traffic is huge! There are many young ladies who want to sign up but can't! You have passed the audition, so don't waste this opportunity. Who knows, you may become a big star in the future?"

"Besides, 20 yuan is not a small amount for ordinary people!"

On the other end of the phone, the young assistant was still chattering on, but Jiang Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly and began to think about everything about the original owner in his mind.

After waking up, she had already checked all of the original owner's belongings, even electronic information such as WeChat Moments and Weibo posts, but she had not found any competition contract at all.

I've heard that scammers are rampant in this era. Could this be some new type of scam?

But the original owner didn’t have a penny and was even in debt of 250 million yuan. Didn’t the scammer verify the funds before committing fraud?

wrong.

If he was really a liar, there seemed no need to use such a crude method to deceive her.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly, recalling the wall of celebrity posters she saw in the original owner's room not long after she woke up, and she had a bad feeling.

Could it be that this name was really given by the original owner himself?

"Hello, hello, Miss Jiang, are you still there?" On the other end of the phone, the young assistant was still persuading her diligently and conscientiously.

"Got it, thank you." Jiang Zhiyu looked indifferent, and glanced at the traffic lights at the intersection as he walked forward. "If everything is confirmed, I will go there as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay! I look forward to meeting you!"

drop--

The red light comes on.

Jiang Zhiyu was forced to stop.

The sound of horns and the unpleasant smell of car exhaust swept over her. She couldn't help but close her eyes and rub her brows slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu had never heard of the talent show that the girl on the phone just mentioned before.

But from the other party's description, we roughly knew that this was probably a "star-making" program.

The so-called "star-making" may be not much different from the competition for selecting actors and actresses in the Great Xia Dynasty.

The only difference is that in this era, culture and entertainment are very developed.

Actors and actresses, or "stars" as most people call them, not only have a high status, but also have access to many social resources.

However, Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly. Did she really want to participate in this competition?

Suddenly, a barely perceptible bitter smell invaded her nose, mixed with the aroma of wood and herbs, as if she had opened an ancient book in the attic, clean and elegant, yet a bit mysterious.

Jiang Zhiyu opened his eyes, slightly tilted his head and looked to the right.

But I saw a man in a black shirt beside me.

The man was as slender as a bamboo, with a sparse face and eyebrows. Walking in the busy city, there was no trace of impetuousness in his eyes.

There is a natural coolness and indifference flowing around the body, like the snow on the mountains, or like the distant stars, which are within sight but out of reach.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would appear in a small place like Huaian County.

Seeing the man with a handsome face and full of vigor, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

In this day and age, the 996 work system is prevalent. Coupled with the development of electronic games and various entertainment activities, as well as the invasion of junk food and a variety of inexplicable additives, there are very few people who look healthy and have no problems with their internal organs.

"Meow~"

As the warm sunlight poured down, an orange cat that looked less than a month old suddenly poked its head out of the man's suit trouser pocket and looked at Jiang Zhiyu curiously.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered his eyes in surprise, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up in a very slight arc.

Although this furry little kitten doesn't quite match the cold and aloof man in front of him, it adds a bit of human tenderness to him.

As if he had noticed something, the man's brows showed a little more softness and tenderness. He stretched out his bony fingers and gently tapped the little head of the orange cat.

And the little guy was also very smart. In just a moment, he blinked his wet eyes and hid in the man's pocket with a "meow".

The man chuckled softly, and his eyes naturally fell on Jiang Zhiyu.

At this moment, the red light flashed several times and then the green light came on.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly and took the first step forward.

The man looked at Jiang Zhiyu's back, stood there for a few seconds, then rubbed the little orange cat's head and walked slowly forward.

The street was still bustling with people, and no one noticed that there seemed to be a flash of light under a huge banyan tree.

……

*

After arriving home, Jiang Zhiyu looked at Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's room as usual. When he saw that there was no one there, he washed his hands and returned to his own room.

She turned on the computer, skillfully clicked on a link, and soon entered the writing background of Weiyu, the largest online writing platform in China.

Today's profit is pretty good, 427.36 yuan, which is the best result this month.

But if the daily income is only around 400, then the monthly income will be no more than 1.2 yuan at most.

It is nothing but a pipe dream to want to raise the 50 yuan debt in three months.

What's more, now there is inexplicably a huge amount of liquidated damages, the authenticity of which is not yet known.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and closed the creative background of Weiyu.

In fact, among the subjects of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, rituals, music, archery and charioteering, she is best at calligraphy, painting and archery.

A month ago, Jiang Zhiyu had also thought about making money by painting or calligraphy.

Unfortunately, she searched through all the original owner's drawers but couldn't find any money.

Since there was no money to purchase pens, ink, paper and inkstone, this idea naturally came to nothing.

As for horse riding and archery, in this society, at least in the small county town of Huai'an County, they are completely useless and it is impossible to make money from them.

When Jiang Zhiyu was hesitating, he suddenly saw a group message sent from the "Weiyu" app on his mobile phone.

In order to retain authors, the official Weibo launched generous benefits and held essay competitions on multiple topics.

After a brief study, Jiang Zhiyu discovered that many of the online articles on the Weibo platform seemed to be very similar to the vernacular stories of the Great Xia Dynasty, and they were all stories that the people loved to listen to and read.

Although she had never written a storybook, she had learned a lot from listening to the stories told by Han Shuyi, the daughter of the Prime Minister Zuo, who grew up with her.

So, after roughly studying some of the works on the Qiyu list, Jiang Zhiyu started her creative career.

Unexpectedly, the unique plot and simple writing style actually attracted some lovely readers for her.

Unfortunately, these are far from enough.

Jiang Zhiyu turned on his phone again, opened the album, and went to the "Deleted" column.

Apart from a few photos of Gu Ye secretly taken by the original owner, almost all the photos that came into view were of the same man.