Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 84 - 79 What Next? (Thanks for Everyone’s Support!)_1

Chapter 84: Chapter 79 What Next? (Thanks for Everyone’s Support!)_1

The smell of alcohol was still slightly irritating to Feng Yi’s olfactory system, as he was adjusting, so since the daytime until now, whether outside or inside the venue, in any dining area he foraged, he had not drunk any alcohol.

He estimated that his olfactory system was still developing and that once it was fully mature, he wouldn’t fear the stimulation of alcohol anymore.

The clothes Feng Yi was wearing didn’t stand out much inside the venue; there were plenty of others whose attire was more flamboyant and eye-catching.

There weren’t many people dining in the dining areas, but neither were there too few; some were following their families to enjoy the buzz or to pass the time, including adults and children.

Feng Yi would stay in each dining area for about ten minutes or so, then move on to the next one. By the time he came back around, the people who had been dining there would have left, replaced by others.

Having eaten a lot today, Feng Yi was not worried about an energy shortage for his body; he even challenged his olfactory discrimination ability.

At every dining area, he made an effort to remember the scents of the patrons at the tables closest to him so that if he encountered them again in a different dining area, Feng Yi would purposely avoid them.

Indulging oneself in food was not easy; it had its technical difficulties.

However, in order to eat as much as possible, he found these technical challenges surmountable.

Feng Yi was in the midst of dining in a corner when he suddenly heard shrill screams from several spots in the hall, startling him into thinking there had been an incident, but then he heard names being called out and cheering.

Looking up, he understood the reason.

In the center of the venue’s stage, a recently popular boy band was performing.

Although the attendees in the inner area were mostly more reserved, there were still some fans who couldn’t easily control their emotions.

Of course, compared to the fiery atmosphere outside, the audience inside was relatively quieter, and the sound of music and drums was clearer.

Feng Yi paused his meal to watch the performance on stage.

After inheriting a fortune, the experiences he went through exceeded his initial life plans, so much so that he could say he abandoned his original life path for another entirely.

Nowadays, he paid even less attention to the entertainment industry, although, on some product packaging from his regular shopping sprees showcasing brand ambassadors, there was this boy band’s image on a beverage bottle of one brand.

This meant the boy band still had some fame.

They weren’t very old, but they were popular.

When Feng Yi first started college, he had almost entered this path; a talent agency was recruiting trainees and had approached him proactively.

But at that time, Feng Yi was unsure whether he wanted to take that path; his major was not related to the arts.

Later on, he decided to enter entertainment, but he faced more difficulties and challenges.

Just when he was on the verge of making a breakthrough, he was betrayed by a business partner.

After that, his life ran uncontrollably in another direction, unstoppable.

Although Feng Yi’s eyes were fixed on the stage ahead, his thoughts were elsewhere.

So absorbed in his thoughts, Feng Yi maintained this posture, making it seem to others as if he was gazing at the stage with a look of envy.

Someone sat down beside him.

"Aren’t they on the stage shining?"

Feng Yi finally snapped back to reality, glancing at the person who had spoken.

He hadn’t seen him before; he looked to be in his twenties, dressed meticulously, not appearing to be a businessman, but with a clear sense of purpose.

Thinking back to the question just asked, Feng Yi replied, "Shining!"

The other person chuckled softly, "You have a chance too."

Feng Yi: ???

The person continued, "I saw you focusing on them for quite some time. If you have the desire in this regard, you could give it a try."

As he spoke, he pulled out a business card.

Feng Yi glanced at it.

A liaison for some entertainment company, but based on Feng Yi’s knowledge of the industry, these types of individuals were akin to talent scouts, aiming to discover potential new artists.

Feng Yi had encountered them before during his university days.

The man scrutinized Feng Yi, asking, "How old are you?"

"24," Feng Yi answered.

"The age is a bit on the higher side. To become famous, it’s better to start young. You’re a bit late; the advantage isn’t obvious. However, you have very good looks!"

The man stared at Feng Yi’s face again.

"Your face is a tad bit dark, sunburned, right? That’s a waste for such a face! But that’s not a big issue... Hey? Why do I think you look somewhat familiar, are you actually from the industry too?"

Feng Yi: "I’m not."

The man looked incredulous, "No! I’m sure I’ve seen your face before!"

Feng Yi said, "I had a brush with show business before."

The man slapped his hand, "I knew it! So you’re not in the business anymore?"

"Hmm."

"Actually, it’s still possible to mix in. A celebrity once said, ’Where you fall, there you must pick yourself up! Who knows, the opportunity might come, and you could become instantly famous overnight? Then you’ll have money, fame, and be bathed in glory!"

Feng Yi: "...Oh."

After Ning Zhixiao entered the backstage area, he met a few people with his manager and greeted a few colleagues in the venue. Arriving here during the day, he didn’t have much time to rest and was very hungry. He finally found a moment to grab some food in the dining area.

On his way there, Ning Zhixiao saw Feng Yi.

Ning Zhixiao had intended to go over and greet Feng Yi since his manager had said they could make more contact with Feng Yi.

As he approached and heard the content of Feng Yi’s conversation with the other person, Ning Zhixiao paused and sat down at the table behind them.

Listening to the conversation of those two, Ning Zhixiao realized someone wanted to lure Feng Yi back into the circle.

Suddenly, he tensed up.

His fingers tightened around the wine glass, and he listened carefully to Feng Yi’s response.

Feng Yi was saying, "If I hadn’t experienced certain things, I might have chosen the path of the entertainment industry."

The other person became curious.

If it held any lesson, he would go back and tell the newcomers in his company, so they could take heed.

"What happened to you?" the person asked.

Feng Yi took a sip of fruit juice to moisten his throat, "Business failure, forced to leave the circle."

The person perked up, feeling a sense of déjà vu and pressed on, "And then?"

"Then, I struck it rich."

The person: ???

Ning Zhixiao: "..."

What the hell?

Feng Yi didn’t say much more and got up to leave.

As he left, he even greeted Ning Zhixiao. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Feng Yi knew Ning Zhixiao was around when he came over, and his words were meant for Ning Zhixiao as well—to save these people the worry that he’d compete for resources in the circle.

After Feng Yi left, the person remained in place, eyes wide: "Is this guy pulling our leg? Maybe he couldn’t make it and went home to take over the family business?"

Recognizing Ning Zhixiao, the person asked, "You know him, who is he? He seems somewhat familiar."

Ning Zhixiao was still shocked by the phrase "struck it rich," but remembering his manager’s hint from the day, he knew Feng Yi probably wasn’t lying about "struck it rich."

Ning Zhixiao had no mood to talk more with someone from another company and left the dining area with the words, "Go check it out yourself."

Now, Ning Zhixiao truly wasn’t worried about Feng Yi entering the circle and competing for resources. The guy had struck it rich—what resources was there to fight over? Maybe someday he’d have to ask Feng Yi for help.

After Feng Yi left the dining area, he didn’t immediately go to another to look for food. Having had too much fruit juice, he first visited the restroom.

As for the story he told the talent scout, it was partly on purpose—otherwise, the guy could babble on for hours.

Striking it rich... For ordinary people, sure, it was striking it rich. But to real tycoons, the amount in Feng Yi’s bank account was nothing to make a fuss about.

Feng Yi wasn’t so arrogant as to get carried away with the money he had in hand.

On the contrary, he always felt a sense of urgency!

During the evolution process, his consumption of money was also significant, with food being just a small part of it. The money in his account wouldn’t even be all used up. But as for further evolution, who knew what else might be needed.

Feng Yi found the restroom and walked over.

Outside the restroom stood a person wearing a floral shirt with the logo of a top luxury brand, an earphone in one ear, bobbing his leg while swiping through his phone, seemingly waiting for a companion. When he saw Feng Yi, his face showed surprise, giving Feng Yi a top-to-bottom glance, not even sparing his shoes. His look was peculiar.

Feng Yi didn’t quite understand what that look meant until he entered the restroom.

Someone came out from the inside, facing Feng Yi head-on.

They wore identical styles.

Identical colors.

From the shirt to the coat to the shoes.

A complete clash.

The only noticeable difference was that the other person wore a men’s necklace around his neck.

The person looked at Feng Yi, then tilted his head to check his reflection in the mirror, and stared at Feng Yi again, his face turning red.

The restroom was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

Feng Yi: Well, the embarrassment isn’t mine.

People passing by glanced at one, then the other, and sent over a "Oh~~~" look.