Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 56: Genuine and Imitations

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

The next five weeks were peaceful.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-July.

However, “The calm of the waves” was only relative to the majority of people in the “Santuchuan” office and did not include the poor part-time student Wei Fuyuan.

For the past two weeks, he could only be described as a “mess.”

There was no calm for him because he had to concentrate for the upcoming exams.

In school, Wei Fuyuan had always maintained the affluent, generous, and upright image of a rich master. Even though his parents had cut off his financial support, he had found a way to preserve his image by relying on Bei Quan’s bread and shelter, as well as on the pretty nice part-time wage.

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Most people believe that young masters from wealthy families come to the University for gold plating. Scholarship recommendation letters, for example, were not a necessity for them. They were content with merely passing the course and graduating.

But Wei Fuyuan was more of a face-saving person. In his opinion, academic achievement was also an important indicator for him to maintain the image of a winner in life.

Just kidding, the nouveau riche who wore gold and silver has long been a thing of the past. Now, even the domineering president in the eight o’clock soap opera obtained the certifications of a doctor at an Ivy League school !

As a result, while Wei Fuyuan’s performance in university was not among the best, it was still extremely good. He normally ranked around 30 for the full grade of 400 or so.

But since he joined the “Sāntúchuān” company, he has been “forced” to continue to suffer from serious and minor illnesses, take a leave every three or five days, or doze off uncontrollably in class the next morning after staying up all night.

The students were all convinced that Young Master Wei was in love. Only by warming nephrite every night will he unwittingly begin to study.

Only Wei Fuyuan knew the truth of his suffering.

Where was he indulging in tenderness? He was clearly a superhero in the dark every week, okay!

Just playing truant and truancy could be fooled by Bei Quan’s tricks, but the final exam would not be canceled because he didn’t have time to study seriously.

In July, several of Wei Fuyuan’s main subjects had a finalized examination time, which was basically arranged in the next two weeks.

Young Master Wei began to panic.

“Is there any medicine soup or pill that can improve memory?”

One day, when he opened the thick ‘International Trade Law’ book, he was surprised that he hadn’t taken notes for two months. Wei Fuyuan finally collapsed and ran to Bei Quan for emotional support.

They had just caught a ghost yesterday so Bei Quan was in a good mood now. He was nestled in the sofa in the living room, turning over a page of a thread bound local chronicle book.

In addition to Bei Quan, the other two ‘people’ in “Sāntúchuān” happened to be in the living room.

Standing by the small coffee table by the window, Tian Jia Xin used gardening shears, that were the length of his forearm, to trim a potted pine plant.

Zhu Ling, on the other hand, sat upright among a pile of newspapers in the standard posture of meditation and bound them into volumes in chronological order.

Hearing Wei Fuyuan’s question, the three stopped their work and looked up at him.

Wei Fuyuan was about to be driven crazy by the final exams. He had no energy left to take into account his personal image.

He was only wearing baggy short sleeved pajamas and oversized underpants. His hair was messy, and his eyes were red. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a long time.

Bei Quan gently closed the book.

“Do you want melatonin?”

He smiled sincerely at Wei Fuyuan.

“Or six walnuts?”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

He turned angrily and walked up the stairs, “Damn, I shouldn’t have come to you!”

“Hey, Xiao Wei, wait!”

At this time, Tian Jia Xin suddenly said, “I have a kind of herb that may be useful to you.”

Then he put down his gardening shears, picked up the towel on the windowsill, wiped his hands, tossed his two short legs, and caught up with Wei Fuyuan:

“I’ll make some tea and send it to your room later?”

Wei Fuyuan was naturally very happy.

After all, he felt that although Tian Jia Xin looked like a three-year-old child, he was essentially an 800 year old Tian Qi doll. At least he was a bit of a Taoist fairy. There were always some methods that ordinary people didn’t know. The herbal tea he gave Wei Fuyuan surely was more reliable than melatonin or six walnuts.

Wei Fuyuan sincerely thanked Tian Jia Xin, gave Bei Quan a fierce stare, turned back to his room, and continued to study.

About twenty minutes later, Tian Jia Xin brought Wei Fuyuan a cup of tea.

Wei Fuyuan took a sip.

The tea was astringent and bitter, with a peculiar smell of grass after soaking in plants. It was really hard to drink.

But he drank it all.

On that day, Wei Fuyuan realized that the refreshing effect was far more powerful than coffee or strong tea.

For twenty-four hours, Wei Fuyuan couldn’t sleep. Even if he was tired and nauseous and wanted to vomit and cramp his stomach, he could only keep his eyes open and study the boring law.

The experience was so painful that Young Master Wei felt it became a psychological shadow in his life.

He decided he’d better drink some tea and coffee rather than such a deadly herbal tea ever again!

However, as the examination became more and more intensive, Wei Fuyuan was under increasing pressure to review. After coffee, tea or red bull could not meet his needs, he went back to Tian Jia Xin.

This time, however, Young Master Wei learned better from the tragic past experience. He asked Tian Jia Xin to pay attention to the dose. The best refreshing effect could be achieved with only a quarter of the previous one.

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In the meantime, while Wei Fuyuan was busy preparing for the exams, Bei Quan’s Lost God Banner had already contained a total of twenty ghosts.

When Bei Quan was still practicing, the Hui Gui was still sealed in the secret realm of Zhuling.

At that time, it was the Lost God Banner as a handed-down artifact that sealed the ghost.

According to the legend, the origin of this flag can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Thus, only a two-meter long white flag could seal 128 Hui Guis in it forever.

However, about two years ago, the Lost God Banner was stolen overnight, as if it had grown wings, and disappeared from the secret territory of Zhuling without a trace.

Soon after that, the news of the reappearance of the Hui Guis came out.

It was only after that, that Bei Quan was sent out by his Shimen and began to host the radio program [Thriller Night Talk] in Fèng Xīngchéng city.

However, the Lost God Banner that he was now using to seal the Hui Gui was a replica made by an expert of the Shimen according to the original.

Although it could also seal Hui Guis, its effectiveness couldn’t be compared with the real Lost God Banner’s.

Bei Quan’s Lost God Banner now contained a full 20 angry ghosts— all the results of his hard work every week in the past six months.

Unfortunately, the carrying capacity of the Lost God Banner of the replica was about to reach the limit. If he didn’t increase the “capacity”, he wouldn’t be able to use it again.

So Bei Quan contacted the Shimen and got a message that “someone will come to collect the Hui Guis in the near future”.

The contact person of the Shimen made an appointment with Bei Quan to meet at 11 p.m. on the 12th of this month. The meeting place was at an uncompleted residential building site that had been shut down in the Fèng Xīngchéng development zone.

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Monday, July 12.

At about ten o’clock, Bei Quan packed his suitcase and changed into his usual outfit of black clothes and black trousers, and he was ready to go out.

Because Wei Fuyuan had the last exam the next day, Bei Quan didn’t plan to take him with him.

He only explained to Zhu Ling and went out with his suitcase.

Bei Quan didn’t drive.

In other words, he didn’t know how to drive at all.

Therefore, after Bei Quan went out, he turned out of the Hutong where “Sāntúchuān” was located, raised his hand, and called a taxi in front of the bus station at the intersection.

The taxi driver was a little fat middle-aged man.

When he heard about the destination of Bei Quan, his face immediately wrinkled and showed an expression of a great desire to refuse.

There was no other reason than that the destination was not close to here, the location was very remote, and it was already late now. No taxi driver was willing to drive so far back and forth during this hour.

But Bei Quan persuaded him with the excess fare.

The driver opened the back seat and let Bei Quan get in the car.

As soon as the car started, Bei Quan saw the driver turn on the car intercom and began to tell the other drivers in the group about the business they had just received with an exceptionally loud volume and exaggerated tone.

“… yes, I’m going to the development zone now, to Zaohuai Road!”

“… ah, yes, it’s the building where the second construction company pulled the banner. It’s been shut down for two years!”

“… I haven’t run over there for a long time. The road is a little rusty. The navigation is on now. You can keep an eye on it for me!”

“… passengers?”

The driver said and adjusted the angle of the rear view mirror.

“He is a handsome young man. Ha ha, he looks really good!”

Bei Quan smiled.

He knew what the driver was doing.

After all, taxi drivers were also a high-risk industry in a sense. They worried that, one day, they will come across a lawless man who will lead people to remote places where his accomplices, who had been waiting there, will rush up again and rob and kill the person. Marking the end of one innocent man’s life.

Therefore, although the driver promised to take this trip, he turned on the car intercom as soon as he came up to warn the passenger in the back seat — our current trip has been reported to many people, and the navigation would also transmit the real-time position to the customer service system. If you really want to do something, you have to think twice!

Bei Quan understood this, but he did not feel offended.

He smiled, turned his eyes to the window, and silently watched the endless traffic outside the window.

This time, Shimen sent a stranger who Bei Quan had never met before.

Judging from the voice on the phone, the other party should be a rather young woman.

However, these Taoist disciples had learned some methods to hide their appearance and even change their voice. If the other party intended to hide it, even their voice could not be indicative of their identity.

Thinking of this, Bei Quan frowned slightly.

——Why did they suddenly change the contact person?

——Also, why didn’t the new partner, who should have been sent early last month, come yet?

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[Ghostie’s Gossip Night Talk]

Ghostie: Welcome to another episode of- ahem wrong intro- let’s try again <-<

Welcome to [Ghostie’s Gossip Night Talk]! Lovely to meet you all again!!!! I’m very curious about the answers for today’s question which is,

“Tell us some nicknames you have for the main characters”

Boss(Rhapsodite):? For Wei Fuyuan I sometimes call him WeiWei or Naive Wei or smol peacock master this is one of nicknames that some of the readers have decided for Wei Fuyuan and I like it alot

And as for Bei Quan I really don’t have a nickname for him…I need to think one for him hmm..

Ignis(simpforlife):? For Bei Quan, I thought of Ghostbuster Quan lol. As for Wei Fuyuan I’d say he has all the makings of a standard henpecked husband hahahah

Mreow(PerpetualMreow):? Oh dear, I’m so bad at this… I leave it to the better qualified audience

Ghostie: well well as for the nicknames I have…. >-> everyone knows so I’ll spare myself from trouble ^_^ hehe~

Do share us the nicknames you have for the main characters and… <-< for other characters tooooo!!

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