I Rely on My Versatility to Reach the Top of the Entertainment Industry [Ancient Times to Modern] - Chapter 3

The decor of the Glimmer Hotel was exceptionally luxurious, a lavishness that extended even to the jade sculptures lining the corridor and the dark golden dragon motifs of varying forms adorning the doors.

Jing Yi’s gaze lingered on the sculptures and the doors.

In his understanding, dragons were symbols reserved exclusively for emperors. Aside from the imperial palace, no other building in the world would dare to use dragon motifs.

What kind of place was this? And who was this President Zhang, who had specifically arranged to meet here? A member of the imperial family or nobility?

A faint sense of doubt arose in Jing Yi’s heart.

Perhaps they had arrived, as Zhao Jie came to a halt.

Jing Yi also stopped and watched as Zhao Jie pressed a button beside the door.

Would the door open automatically?

Jing Yi felt a flicker of anticipation.

However, he was soon disappointed, as the door was opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was portly, with a sinister aura between his brows.

Jing Yi’s expression suddenly turned grave.

Inside, the CEO of Dingsheng Construction, Zhang Qiang, beamed at Jing Yi, completely ignoring Zhao Jie. “Xiao Yi, come, come, hurry inside. I’ve already had premium red wine prepared, just waiting for you to share a drink.”

Before Jing Yi could respond, Zhang Qiang shot Zhao Jie a meaningful glance, signaling him to leave quickly.

Zhao Jie, understanding the situation, bowed slightly before leaving and whispered to Jing Yi, “Be on your best behavior, don’t forget the contract. If President Zhang isn’t satisfied, you’ll have no chance.”

After carefully processing Zhao Jie’s words, Jing Yi glanced at the man referred to as President Zhang and nodded slightly. “This humble monk understands. I will ensure this benefactor is satisfied.”

Judging by President Zhang’s countenance, it seemed his death was imminent.

Saving a life was more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Though Jing Yi did not know what the original Jing Yi had arranged with this President Zhang, now that he was the one fulfilling the agreement, he could not stand idly by.

Hearing this, Zhao Jie finally showed his first smile since meeting Jing Yi and left with a light and cheerful stride.

With the nuisance gone, Zhang Qiang rubbed his hands together and stepped aside. “Hehe, finally, it’s just the two of us. Come, Xiao Yi, hurry inside.”

“Benefactor, there is no need for such courtesy.” Jing Yi pressed his palms together in a gesture of respect and entered the room with measured steps.

“Are you still acting, Xiao Yi? Role-playing? I like it!” Zhang Qiang said as he closed the door and pressed the “Do Not Disturb” lock button.

The spacious room was dimly lit, with only the white candles on the dining table providing illumination. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows of the various luxurious furnishings.

After surveying the room’s layout, Jing Yi clasped his hands, lowered his gaze, and recited a Buddhist chant.

“Amitabha.” Even white candles had been prepared. It seemed this person had already sensed the state of his own body.

“What are you muttering, Xiao Yi?”

Zhang Qiang reached out to wrap his arm around Jing Yi’s shoulders but quickly changed his mind and aimed for his waist instead. The problem was, he was too short, and Jing Yi was too tall—he couldn’t reach.

However, his hand swept through empty air.

When he looked again, Jing Yi had already strolled leisurely into the bedroom of the luxurious suite.

Zhang Qiang grew even more excited!

This little celebrity was quite considerate, even skipping the candlelit dinner and getting straight to the main event!

Thinking this, Zhang Qiang’s eyes gleamed as he hurried to catch up with Jing Yi, pretending to be considerate as he asked, “Xiao Yi, don’t you want to take a bath first and relax? Later, when I get excited, if I’m not careful with you, don’t be upset.”

“This humble monk does not anger.” Jing Yi’s voice carried a tone of detachment as he turned by the bedside, making a gesture of invitation. “Please lie down, benefactor, and extend your outer hand.”

Zhang Qiang glanced at Jing Yi’s pure, makeup-free face and chuckled, complying by lying on the bed and stretching out his hand. “Little Yi, take off your hat,” he said.

Jing Yi wasn’t particularly accustomed to wearing the hat either.

He removed it and placed it on the bedside table.

Zhang Qiang’s eyes widened in awe, marveling at Jing Yi’s striking appearance. He had already found the short-haired Jing Yi quite captivating, especially during their negotiations when he wasn’t wearing makeup.

Now, with his head shaved and seemingly deliberately playing the role of a monk, that indescribable allure finally found its description in Zhang Qiang’s mind.

The ascetic type! Absolutely the ascetic type!

Zhang Qiang stared at Jing Yi’s head, lost in fantasy, completely unaware that Jing Yi’s hand had already settled on his wrist.

The moment Jing Yi took his pulse, his brow furrowed tightly. He slowly moved to the other side of the bed and said gravely, “Please offer your right hand.”

Jing Yi’s voice snapped Zhang Qiang out of his reverie. He glanced at Jing Yi curiously and asked, “Little Yi, what are you doing?”

“This humble monk is diagnosing your pulse, benefactor. Please offer your right hand,” Jing Yi repeated.

“Diagnosing pulses? Doctor roleplay?” Zhang Qiang’s face flushed. “Enough with the games, brother here just took some medicine and can’t wait any longer!”

Jing Yi also noticed the change in Zhang Qiang’s complexion. He sidestepped to avoid Zhang Qiang’s reaching hand, a trace of pity curving the corners of his eyes.

Perhaps he had misjudged—President Zhang might be unaware of his own physical condition, which would explain why he had taken Qiu Shi. The abbot had taught that recognizing and correcting one’s mistakes is the greatest virtue. The abbot also said that if those who need saving are unwilling to cooperate, extraordinary measures may be employed.

“Benefactor, I must offend!”

Jing Yi evaded another lunge from Zhang Qiang, his right hand forming two fingers that struck directly at Zhang Qiang’s pressure points.

The overweight man’s eyes shot wide open, his body swaying unsteadily before collapsing precisely onto the bed.

In the office of Glimmer Hotel.

A dark-haired man sat in the office chair, his expression indifferent. Having removed his hat, only a pair of amber eyes were visible, carrying the weight of accumulated time.

The hotel manager felt uneasy, unsure why their movie emperor boss had launched this surprise inspection.

After finishing his work report, he cautiously asked, “I wonder if this month’s performance meets your satisfaction?”

Lu Yuzhi: “Does Manager Hu know what the occupant of room 3608 has been doing inside?”

Room 3608?

Manager Hu racked his brains until he remembered—the contractual user of that room was Zhang Qiang, the CEO of Dingsheng Construction. In the construction business, flush with cash, he had paid five years’ rent upfront, upgraded to VIP status, and enjoyed the privilege of priority access to room 3608 in any city.

Such a substantial deal, processed through his own hands, had been ongoing for five months… Was there some particular issue?

Cold sweat dripped from Manager Hu’s forehead.

He knew his boss’s operational style well—he never tolerated the slightest misconduct. Better to be thorough and check with the surveillance supervisor.

“Please rest for now, boss. I’ll go inquire immediately.”

What’s the biggest fear in the hotel industry? It’s when some guests get carried away and engage in illicit activities involving sex, gambling, or drugs within the hotel rooms. Although what guests do is unrelated to the hotel, any exposure would still cast a negative shadow on the establishment’s reputation.

Manager Hu finished reviewing all the information, wiped his sweat, and returned to the office. His voice dropped to a near whisper as he bowed his head: “B-boss… It’s my fault for not enforcing stricter requirements. After verifying with all departments, they said the people went up one by one and left at different times—all of them men. I truly never imagined it would be that kind of situation.”

Hearing no response from the boss, Manager Hu cautiously glanced up and continued timidly, “Here’s what we can do: the fire department just contacted our hotel to conduct a fire drill. I’ll immediately coordinate with them to use room 3608 as the drill location. If the guest in 3608 gets angry, I’ll personally compensate him and make sure he checks out… Absolutely…”

As he spoke, the walkie-talkie on Manager Hu’s belt chimed, and the voice of the surveillance room supervisor came through.

“Manager, security just reported that one guest came out of room 3608 and asked to borrow some silver needles.”

Manager Hu was speechless.

Were they actually playing with silver needles now?!

He glanced at the boss beside him, steeled himself, and made the call.

The Radiance Hotel enjoyed an excellent location, situated just across the street from the city fire department.

Five minutes later, piercing fire alarms echoed through the hotel.

A gentle female voice began broadcasting over the hotel’s speakers, explaining amid the alarm sounds that this was merely a fire drill and promising VIP service compensation for guests afterward.

Security personnel stood at the fire exits, evacuating the crowd. Firefighters in protective gear ascended through the fire escape and arrived outside room 3608.

In fire drill scenarios where a room might be on fire but the flames haven’t spread yet—while the door has become deformed—tools are required to breach the door and extinguish any potential blaze inside.

At this moment, the firefighters who had painstakingly reached room 3608 stared dumbfounded at the violently damaged electronic lock.

Snapping back to reality, they pushed the door open and entered, enduring the water spraying from the fire sprinklers as they assessed the room’s condition.

On the double bed lay a fat man with tightly closed eyes. A towel covered his waist, while numerous needles—steam rising from them—protruded from his chest and abdomen.

A murder scene? This definitely wasn’t fire department business!

The firefighters collectively turned their attention to the man standing beside the bed.

The man was quite handsome, though he’d shaved his head completely bald. At that moment, he bowed his head, pressed his palms together, and saluted: “Amitabha. What brings you gentlemen bursting in so abruptly?”

Had this killer watched too many TV dramas? Was he some kind of pervert who enjoyed pretending to be an ancient monk?

The firefighters stepped forward.

Xue An received a call from Jing Yi and rushed to the detention center at breakneck speed, his mind completely bewildered.

“Jing Yi, what exactly happened?” he asked his artist in the softest possible voice. “Was it… your… that kind of activity, discovered by the police?”

It shouldn’t be possible!

Based on the gossip he’d heard within industry circles, everyone kept such matters very discreet. Even with contracts involved, they were always ambiguously worded—the kind that couldn’t cause legal problems.

Jing Yi sat properly in his chair, where a female officer in police uniform handed him a cup of water.

“Thank you for your trouble, benefactor,” Jing Yi expressed gratitude to the policewoman before taking a sip of water and replying to Xue An, “Yes.”

“Then why are you out here instead of in there?” Xue An pointed toward the detention center’s cells.

Jing Yi tilted his head and answered innocently, “This humble monk was administering acupuncture to that benefactor. Before he woke up, some people broke in, and then I was brought here.”

“And then?”

“Well… originally they wanted this humble monk to go inside, but then for some reason, they had me come out instead. This humble monk doesn’t know the way, so I called you. That’s all there is to it.”

Xue An: “…”

Didn’t understand. Is there any normal person who isn’t acting who can explain this?

Xue An looked toward the policewoman smiling as she watched them from nearby, then went over to strike up a conversation and ask about the whole story.

Unexpectedly, the young woman didn’t know the details either, only saying that after Jing Yi was brought here, they immediately received orders saying it was a misunderstanding and they should release him, and no criminal record was filed.

After the young woman finished speaking, Xue An breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Yi might be muddle-headed, but getting a criminal record was absolutely unacceptable.

In the office, Lu Yuzhi slightly furrowed his brows.

“Jing Yi, giving Zhang Qiang acupuncture…?”

Could it be a misunderstanding? The male lead actor in Director Xu’s disciple’s film “Seduce the Monk” seemed to have this name.

“Yes, that minor celebrity named Jing Yi was performing acupuncture on Zhang Qiang. When Zhang Qiang woke up, he said all the discomfort he originally felt was gone. He had a full checkup at the hospital, and the doctor said his blood pressure was normal, his brain CT was normal, and the premature ejaculation and oligospermia from his previous medical records were cured too.”

After this long explanation, Manager Hu immediately added: “The PR has been handled, saying it was an accident during a fire drill. Going to the police station was just the fire department passing by and taking him there, nothing major happened. Should I go to the hospital later to terminate the contract with Zhang Qiang?”

“Mm.”

Lu Yuzhi responded briefly, put on his hat and mask, stood up and strode away with his long legs.

Manager Hu watched the man’s retreating figure and sincerely wished: “Take care, boss. Wishing your new film great success.”

Even if it was just an investment plus cameo appearance, he would genuinely shower his boss with praise. Because in all heaven and earth, his actor boss was the most awesome!