Chapter 6

Now, six talent scouts were crowded together, pitching their own companies like they were hawking produce. It was obvious just how highly they thought of that Immortal Pretty Boy eating a pancake.

"I had no idea Big Pineapple Company even had talent scouts here..."

"Don't even start. This was my first time seeing Strawberry Entertainment's scout reveal her identity, okay? I always thought she was some kind of

food

blogger!"

"Immortal Pretty Boy's charm is insane. Isn't he just good-looking?! I'm so jealous. I want talent agencies fighting over me too."

"You already called him an Immortal Pretty Boy, how could he not be good-looking? Huh, wait, why did the old man selling soup dumplings next door stand up? Holy shit, he pulled a business card out of his pocket?! Damn, all six agents made way for him!! Oh my god, could the old man selling buns be a talent scout too?!"

"No way, that old man's been running his stall here for three years! No one's ever seen him hand out a business card before?!"

Then, beneath everyone's astonished gazes, the old man selling soup dumplings seemed to become a different person. He politely handed He Qinglan a gilded business card.

"Hello, young man. My son, Song Qian, runs an entertainment company and is recruiting outstanding newcomers. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, why not give it a try?"

Passerby: "Song Qian? Holy shit, it's Song Qian!!!"

"The domineering CEO second only to Boss Water,

the

God of Wealth Entertainment's Song Qian! Damn, damn, damn!"

He Qinglan glanced at the excessively shiny, slightly tacky gilded business card and firmly refused.

"Sorry, sir. I have no plans to enter the entertainment industry. I have more important things to do."

The old man selling soup dumplings apparently had not expected anyone to refuse God of Wealth Entertainment. Yet he did not get angry. Instead, he looked at He Qinglan with a smile. "Is that so? Then what more important thing do you have to do, young man? Would it be convenient to tell me?"

He Qinglan nodded solemnly. "I'm going to pick up trash."

The old man: "...?"

The six agents: "?!"

The surrounding onlookers: "????"

Immortal Pretty Boy, your brain really wasn't working right, was it? Aaaah!!!

Author's Note:

Note: This stuff about talent scouts was completely made up by this dumb author, so don't believe it! Dog-head emoji. Also, the pancake-selling

uncle

was changed to a young man~

He Qinglan: The face-lovers have finally arrived, but I'm not entering the entertainment industry. I'm picking up trash.

Agents: This was the first time they'd heard such a... lofty and righteous reason for refusing. Damn!

Shui Wuyuan: Just wait a little longer. I'll be there soon!

Chapter 6

The more solemn He Qinglan's expression became, the more grave everyone else's expressions grew.

Before, they had suspected that this Immortal Pretty Boy was trying to stand out by creating some bizarre persona for himself, and that his mind was still perfectly fine. But now, they truly began worrying about his brain.

How could a normal person with clear thoughts and a healthy mind possibly give up the chance to become a huge star and earn mountains of money just to pick up trash?

They wanted to see some sign that He Qinglan was joking, only to discover that no one could have been more serious than him.

The talent scouts from Watermelon Entertainment, Banana Entertainment, Strawberry Entertainment, and Pineapple Entertainment slowly put away their business cards. Although this Immortal Pretty Boy was truly stunning, and his aura was one of a kind even in the entertainment industry, someone whose mind was this muddled was probably impossible to prop up.

Orange Entertainment's talent scout was still somewhat unwilling to give up, and could not help trying once more. "Mr. He, picking up trash is really quite ordinary. Even if it's your unique hobby... you can pick up trash in your spare time, can't you? You can still work properly in the entertainment industry the rest of the time!"

He Qinglan turned to look at him. "Picking up trash is my job. I won't do any other work."

Orange Entertainment's talent scout clutched his chest and finally admitted defeat.

All right, he was certain now. This Immortal Pretty Boy's thought process was genuinely abnormal.

Since they could not sign the Immortal Pretty Boy, the scouts from the other six entertainment agencies quickly left. They had to report this matter, then change outfits and go back into hiding. But Old Master Song, the wealthy man selling soup dumplings, suddenly became interested. He dragged his soup dumpling stall closer to the pancake stall and sat on his folding chair, watching the Immortal Pretty Boy eat his pancake.

Every now and then, they exchanged a few words.

"Little River, where are you going to pick up trash?"

"Qinglan River."

Old Master Song's eyes flickered, and his expression grew slightly more serious.

"Oh, that's... a very difficult project. I even saw Qinglan River's dry-river trending topic yesterday."

"...It didn't dry up. It started flowing again. There's just not much water."

"Hehe, then Little River, were you inspired by Shui Wuyuan's Weibo to decide to pick up trash at Qinglan River?"

He Qinglan finished the last bite of pancake in his mouth, then frowned. Looking at Old Master Song as if it were only natural, he asked a soul-searching question.

"I've been meaning to ask, who is Shui Wuyuan?"

He had heard that name from the three people livestreaming while he was picking up trash. Just now, many people around him had mentioned it too. Shui Wuyuan seemed to be very famous. And these people had even compared him with Shui Wuyuan.

After asking that question, He Qinglan noticed that the surroundings seemed to fall silent again. The disbelieving looks in their eyes made it seem as though not knowing Shui Wuyuan was the height of ignorance and disrespect.

The noble River God sat up slightly straighter. His gaze precisely caught the phone camera of a student who had been recording him all along, and he said coolly and haughtily,

"I pick up trash only for Qinglan River. Not for anyone, and I won't be influenced by anyone."

"Don't casually link me to other people."

The student recording him shuddered beneath those calm, deep-blue eyes and nearly dropped his phone.

Then Old Master Song, the soup dumpling seller, burst into laughter. "Kid! Well said! Exactly, Shui Wuyuan is just a little richer and a little better-looking. How could he possibly compare himself to you!"

"Oh, Little River, I like the look of you. Grandpa will give you a basket of soup dumplings!"

Old Master Song's son cursed Shui Wuyuan three times a day at home. If that guy were not suppressing him, Song Qian would be the most handsome, dashing, wealthy, and badass diamond bachelor! The mutual dislike between rich people was just this plain and unpretentious.