Chapter 6

And now, six talent scouts were crammed together, selling their own companies like they were hawking melons and vegetables. It was clear just how highly they thought of that Immortal Pretty Boy eating pancakes.

"I never knew Big Pineapple Company had talent scouts here..."

"Don't even mention it. This is the first time I've seen 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, tsk. Isn't he just good-looking?! I'm so jealous—I want to be fought over by talent agencies 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, those six agents all made way for him!! Oh my god, could the old man selling buns be a talent scout too?!"

"No way! That old man has had a stall here for three years! No one's ever seen him hand out a business card before?!"

Then, beneath everyone's stunned gazes, the old man selling soup dumplings seemed to have become a different person. With refined courtesy, he handed the gold-stamped business card in his hand to He Qinglan:

"Hello, young friend. My son, Song Qian, owns 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, 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 overly shiny, somewhat tacky gold-stamped business card and firmly refused:

"Sorry, old man. 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 smiled cheerfully at He Qinglan. "Is that so? Then what more important thing do you have to do, young friend? Would it be convenient to tell me?"

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

Old man: "...?"

The six agents: "?!"

The watching passersby: "????"

Immortal Pretty Boy, your brain really isn't working right, is it?! Aaaah!!!

Author's Note:

Note: The stuff about talent scouts was made up by this stupid author, so don't believe it! Dog head. Also, the

uncle

selling pancakes 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: First time hearing such a... lofty and righteous reason for refusing, damn it!

Shui Wuyuan: Wait a little longer, I'll be there soon!

Chapter 6

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

Before, they had suspected this Immortal Pretty Boy was trying to stand out by giving himself some bizarre persona; his brain was still functioning. But now, they truly began to worry about Immortal Pretty Boy's mind.

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

They wanted to see a joking look on He Qinglan's face, only to discover that no one could possibly be more serious than him.

The talent scouts from Watermelon Entertainment, Banana Entertainment, Strawberry Entertainment, and Pineapple Entertainment slowly withdrew their business cards. Although this Immortal Pretty Boy was truly stunning and possessed a temperament unmatched in the entertainment industry, someone whose mind was this muddled was most likely beyond saving.

Orange Entertainment's talent scout was still somewhat unwilling to give up and could not help persuading him once more. "Mr. He, picking up trash is really quite ordinary. Even if it's your unique hobby... you can still pick up trash in your spare time, can't you? You can 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 scout clutched his chest, finally admitting defeat.

Fine. He was sure now. This Immortal Pretty Boy's thought process was genuinely off.

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 clothes and go back into hiding. Meanwhile, 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 in his folding chair, watching the Immortal Pretty Boy eat pancakes.

From time to time, 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 became a little more serious.

"Oh, that's quite... a difficult undertaking. I saw Qinglan River trending yesterday for running dry."

"...It didn't run dry. 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 and looked at Old Master Song with an utterly matter-of-fact expression, asking a question that struck at the soul:

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

He had heard the three people livestreaming mention that name while he was picking up trash. Many people around him had mentioned it just now too. It seemed that person was very famous. And these people had even compared him with Shui Wuyuan.

After He Qinglan asked that question, he noticed the surroundings seemed to fall silent for another moment. The incredulous gazes made it seem as though not knowing who Shui Wuyuan was constituted the utmost ignorance and disrespect.

The noble River God sat up a little straighter. His gaze precisely caught the phone camera in the crowd that had been recording all along, and he said with cool, lofty elegance:

"I'm picking up trash only for Qinglan River. Not for anyone, and I will not be influenced by anyone."

"Don't casually drag other people into my affairs."

The student filming him shuddered under those calm, rippleless deep-blue eyes and nearly dropped the phone in his hand.

Then Old Master Song, the soup dumpling seller, burst into hearty laughter. "Kid! That was well said! Exactly—Shui Wuyuan is only a little richer and a little better-looking. How could he possibly rub up against you like that!"

"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 it were not for that guy keeping him down, Song Qian would be the most handsome, dashing, rich, badass diamond bachelor! This was how rich people disliked each other—plain and unadorned.