CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 522: THE GOLDEN HOUSE TO HIDE BEAUTY, FOR WHOM IS IT BUILT?!

The page displayed on the screen is the backstage interface of Gu Qiusha’s Weibo, pen name "Qianshan".

Little Crow is helping Qianshan respond to fan messages.

Gotta say, the tone is really spot-on, you’d never guess a bird is replying—

"Thank you for your support, see you in the update tomorrow night."

"Thank you for your reward, goodnight to the Silver Alliance Hierarch, darling!"

Fu Xiqin: "Wow, Brother Jin, you’re a big guy, talking like a girl, aren’t you embarrassed?"

"What’s the big deal, can’t a guy be a bit tender-hearted? Besides, I’m replying for Qianshan now, if I scare the girls with rough words, are you going to take responsibility?"

"So it was you who dropped evidence on Weibo tonight, made comparison pics, and beat Gu Shiyin’s green tea Ma Jia back step by step?"

"Of course, otherwise Gu Qiusha would be too absorbed in her art to handle Weibo stuff, her fan base is past a billion, so of course there needs to be a professional bird to manage it for her."

"Brother Jin, I think you’re quite V587!"

"Just average, this crow is only responsible for typing. It’s all ordered by Ancestor!"

"..."

Fu Xiqin couldn’t help but steal a glance at the little woman video calling Bao Gucheng.

A sweet, light smile lifted at her lips.

Who would think such a pure and innocent little woman is the mastermind controlling everything, able to make strong enemies vanish in laughter and talk like a fairy boss?

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Waking up, not only did Gu Qiusha’s fans go past a billion, but they were closing in on two billion.

This was an unprecedented event for Penguin Reading, not even legendary movie star Yun Qiao had fans surpassing two billion back in the day.

A small artist actually seems to have the momentum to stand side by side with the movie star?

For a while, all kinds of people were trying hard to find out the background of the artist Qianshan, whether there was a bigshot supporting her.

While serving Nangong Mo tea, Fang Yumei seized the chance to bring it up: "Fourth Master, didn’t you ask Ma Qie to transfer Qianshan to you, but Mr. Ma said it was out of his hands, and the phone he gave couldn’t trace anyone or locate her?"

"Mm." Nangong Mo responded casually, eyes glued to a blueprint in his hand.

Fang Yumei continued to suck up, "At that society party, I heard about a powerful Tarot Card master, so I found him online and spent a fortune to ask for a reading. It turned out he did figure it out, Qianshan is in the southernmost part of the Empire, probably around Qingcheng!"

She spoke as if presenting a treasure.

Only by currying favor with Nangong Mo could she hope to get ahead in the future.

After that evening at the society party, she deeply felt the vast gap between herself and the elite socialites. If Nangong Mo could acknowledge her as a temporary girlfriend instead of a servant, she could hold her head high among the socialites.

Especially if she could give Xing Yue and Zuzi a good kick, those detestable little brats!

So she racked her brains, catering to his interests, and got a Tarot master to divinate.

She thought Nangong Mo would lavishly praise or reward her.

Who knew.

Nangong Mo just blandly said: "To calculate to this extent and still needed Tarot Cards? Her payment account is an anonymous trustee account opened at Qingcheng Bank, that’s not something hard to find."

What?

The Fourth Master already knew?

Damn, she should have had the Tarot master do a more precise prediction of Qianshan’s location.

Fang Yumei regretted it immensely in her heart.

Seeing Nangong Mo barely acknowledge her, all his attention absorbed by a blueprint, she couldn’t help but peek, what kind of house is drawn on Fourth Master’s blueprint?