Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Doctor Wen Who Hangs a Sheep’s Head to Sell Dog Meat

His expression was somewhat difficult to describe.

The look of pride and the desire to show off his skills was rapidly fading from his face. It was replaced by shock, disbelief, shame, and bewilderment.

The face in the video and the face of the beautiful Doctor Wen before him were practically identical!

Although he’d only been in this industry for a few days, he knew he had seriously misjudged the situation.

’Turns out you really do need to be fully prepared for a job.’

Not like him, who’d only heard a name and started shooting his mouth off.

Making a complete fool of himself right in front of the person in question.

Still, it brought him a small bit of comfort to remember that the crew-cut reporter he thought was an old hand hadn’t recognized the frequently-trending Doctor Wen either.

But for the most part, he was still terribly embarrassed.

After all, even shamelessness has its limits.

"So, my reporter friend, did you find her? Let me have a look, will you?" Wen Ying continued to fan the flames from the side.

The reporter’s face was a miserable plea for mercy. "Doctor Wen, you’re the bigger person here. Could you just... let me go? Pretend I’m a fart in the wind? To be honest, I’ve only been a reporter for two days. This is my first assignment..."

’I can’t believe I met my professional Waterloo on my very first assignment.’

"Zhang the Scholar, I’m sorry. I know my intentions were impure. I wanted to expose some of Mr. Zhang’s private affairs to get clicks. When I heard Doctor Wen’s name, I thought of another great idea: piggybacking on Doctor Wen’s popularity. I never expected that Doctor Wen would actually be... I was wrong!"

The reporter’s attitude in admitting his mistake was actually quite good. At least he didn’t try to argue or deny everything after being found out.

"If you two aren’t satisfied, you can punish me!"

Zhang Wenliang looked at Wen Ying, clearly seeking her opinion.

"Forget it. I’m hungry. How about my little brother Wenliang treats me to a big meal?"

"I’ll treat you! I’ll treat you! Let me treat you both. Consider it my apology to you two masters!" The reporter clearly seized this opportunity to atone.

After all, even science couldn’t explain Doctor Wen’s reputation.

’I have to be careful and curry favor with this big shot.’

Wen Ying didn’t refuse, and so Zhang Wenliang didn’t either.

The two of them took the reporter to the largest restaurant on Wenxiang Street. The place had a full ten square tables!

"Master, my name is Gao Qiuyu. I just got into this line of work a few days ago. I only knew that you could make a lot of money in this industry and learn a lot of celebrity dirt, so I dove right in because I wanted to get rich," Gao Qiuyu said, looking at Wen Ying sheepishly.

The moment he realized this big shot was *the* Doctor Wen who livestreamed... consultations, all his wishful thinking vanished!

Sitting on his stool, Gao Qiuyu looked around the restaurant. He’d expected he’d have to shell out a fortune, but he never thought the restaurant would be this small.

’Doctor Wen and Zhang the Scholar are such good people!’

"You’re a good person." Just as Gao Qiuyu was thinking to himself what good people they were, he felt a pat on his shoulder. It was Doctor Wen, who sighed as she spoke.

Gao Qiuyu felt a bit awkward hearing that.

’Am I a good person?’

"Sister Wen Ying, you know him?" Zhang Wenliang asked curiously.

"Of course. Don’t you know him, too? He just introduced himself a moment ago. Gao Qiuyu."

Zhang Wenliang’s mouth twitched. ’It really is hard to maintain a refined and gentle demeanor around Sister Ying.’

"Then how do you know he’s a good person?"

Zhang Wenliang refused to back down. It was the way of top students and geniuses.

"Look at his face. Does he look like a bad person?"

Zhang Wenliang looked at Gao Qiuyu. He was about 173 centimeters tall and probably weighed around 70 kilograms. His face did indeed look rather honest.

’But you can’t judge a book by its cover!’

’Back when they didn’t know each other—and yes, they really didn’t—wasn’t this Gao Qiuyu trying to scheme against me?’

’How could he possibly be a good person?’

’Sister Wen Ying’s standards for a ’good person’ are a bit lax.’

"He certainly doesn’t look like one," Zhang Wenliang answered honestly, based on appearances.

"And he’s not. Though he isn’t a good person, he isn’t a bad person either."

Gao Qiuyu’s face flushed slightly. ’Is the big shot teasing me?’

’One moment she says I’m a good person, the next she says I’m not...’

’This way of complimenting someone is really a bit hard to... never mind. I’d better just accept it obediently.’

"Pork bone stew, vermicelli with minced meat, Di San Xian, and boiled fish in chili oil."

Gao Qiuyu ordered to hide his embarrassment. The dishes came to just over a hundred yuan. They were the restaurant’s signature dishes, so the price was acceptable.

Wen Ying and Zhang Wenliang didn’t order any main dishes, just two bowls of bingfen.

While they waited for the food, Gao Qiuyu stared at Wen Ying. He was more interested in Doctor Wen.

"You’re staring at me. Is there something you want to ask?"

"Doctor Wen, I was hoping you could take a look for me... my future in this industry... is it bright?"

"What is my profession?"

"A master?"

Wen Ying stared at him without answering.

"A livestreamer?"

Wen Ying still stared at him without answering.

Gao Qiuyu started to panic. He forced himself to continue, "A psychologist?"

"Since you know I’m a psychologist, why are you asking me to read your future instead of seeking treatment?" Wen Ying watched him, calm and composed.

"Doctor Wen, I... I..."

’A consultation with Doctor Wen costs a thousand yuan...’ Gao Qiuyu’s heart ached. ’I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck in this industry, and I’m already going to lose money?’

"What’s more important? A thousand yuan, or your future?"

"Huh?" Gao Qiuyu was confused.

’Wasn’t it about a consultation? How did we get back to my future?’

Gao Qiuyu had a sudden realization. "I get it!"

Watching the jumpy Gao Qiuyu beside him, Zhang Wenliang silently scooted his chair a little farther away.

"Doctor Wen, your title is just a front, isn’t it?" Gao Qiuyu said with a triumphant grin, as if he’d uncovered a great secret. "The platforms nowadays don’t allow any of that ’feudal superstition’ stuff, not even if you just toe the line. So that’s why you gave yourself the title of ’Doctor,’ right?"

Zhang Wenliang instantly turned his back on Gao Qiuyu.

’This guy’s IQ and EQ are a real cause for concern.’

Gao Qiuyu seemed to get more and more excited as he spoke, relentlessly showing off how correct his logic was.

But when he finally stopped, he realized the atmosphere at the table was a little... off.

Zhang the Scholar had his back to him, and Wen Ying was staring at him with her beautiful eyes, a gaze that grew more and more unsettling.

"Give up. You’re not cut out for this industry." With a single sentence, Wen Ying doused Gao Qiuyu’s passionate enthusiasm with ice-cold water.

Shaking off his pride, he quickly came to his senses.

’I must have been possessed by a ghost just now!’

’That wasn’t me! That mortifyingly embarrassing Gao Qiuyu wasn’t me!’

’But how can I make Doctor Wen believe that?’

WHOOSH!

Gao Qiuyu stood up, his face a mask of sincere apology, and gave a ninety-degree bow. "Doctor Wen, I was wrong! My mouth has no filter!"