Chapter 4 — The Muse of the Underworld and the Brainless Husband

I looked at the millionaire who was wide-eyed and opened his mouth, calmly speaking.

"General Zhao, the other side of the sacred hall is a personal behavioral art performance prepared for you by these two artists at their own expense."

"And this is the birthday party I worked so hard to prepare for your mother."

The millionaire was stunned for five seconds. He looked over there, then back here, the pale gray color on his face finally gradually receding. At this time, the old woman was also woken up by the doctor pressing her chin. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw the red hall and peonies, her cloudy eyes immediately lit up.

“Oh my, this flower is so beautiful!”

The old woman was no longer dizzy, pushed the doctor away, and laughed until she couldn't close her mouth.

"This is what life is supposed to be like! As for just now... this old lady must have had a nightmare!"

The millionaire let out a long sigh, from anger to happiness. He helped the old woman and strode towards the new hall.

“Mom, let's go in. It's just a nightmare, wake up!”

The guests also responded, following inside, constantly praising the elegant decoration here. I stood at the door, amidst the bright golden light, like a god guarding the door. Luc Minh and Lam So saw this and decided to boldly follow inside to eat.

"Sho Mac! I knew right away that you were prepared!"

Luc Minh's face was filled with a flattering smile, reaching out to pull me.

"I was only cooperating with you to act! Hurry up and let me in, I still have to go to Mr. Trieu's wine glasses!"

I took a step back, avoiding his dirty hands.

“Stop.”

I looked at them coldly, glancing at the white linen mourning clothes on Lam So's body and the white chrysanthemum branch in Luc Minh's hand.

“The two of you are wearing mourning clothes and wearing mourning scarves on your heads.”

“Don't come in again, bad luck.”

Luc Minh's face immediately turned red. He looked at the bustling scene of raising glasses and exchanging bowls inside, so impatient that he broke into a sweat.

"Sister Mac! I'm your husband! I'm the boss of the company!"

"Let me go in and explain to General Trieu! Otherwise, how will I pay for this order?"

I crossed my arms across my chest, the corners of my lips curling up into a sarcastic smile.

“Explain?”

“Are you worthy too?”

I waved to the security guard outside.

“Close the door, don't let dirty things in.”

The longevity party went very smoothly. The millionaire was extremely satisfied with my plan B. There was an additional two hundred thousand lucky money left on the spot. But I know, the two outsiders will definitely not let it go. Sure enough, the party wasn't even over yet, my phone started vibrating crazily. My company group, industry group, even my private messages were full of curses. I opened it to see, Lam So was livestreaming right in front of the hall door. She cried like a pear flower caught in the rain, and her white outfit in front of the camera made her look even more pitiful.

“Everyone, I have been trapped by the capitalists!”

"Tham So Mac - that cruel general in charge stole the idea of an aesthetic rule that I worked hard to design, and then turned around and slandered me!"

“In order to please the nouveau riche, she defamed my art into a holy place, and even had security guards beat me!”

Luc Minh also stood next to the side, his face full of righteous indignation:

"I'm her husband! I can testify!"

"Tham So Mac is a scheming woman! She is jealous of talent by So So! She even committed adultery during her marriage, because she climbed to position without any tricks!”

Netizens who didn't know the truth immediately exploded. The comments on the screen are all cursing me.

“Disgusting! Go away, you plagiarist!”

“This type of low-quality cosmetic planner should get out of the industry!”

“I love my sister so much, innocent art!”

Public opinion fermented very quickly, some people even dug up my phone number and called to curse. Lu Ming sent me a WeChat message.

“Tham So Mac, see? This is the power of public opinion!”

“Now come out here immediately, kneel down and apologize to So So, admitting that you plagiarized!”

“If you don't, I will release the pictures of you having an affair and make you lose your reputation!”

The so-called adultery photo is just a photo of me shaking hands with a male guest. I looked at the screen, not angry but laughing. It is true that when God commits a sin, you can still forgive it. If you commit a sin yourself, you cannot live. I didn't panic, I slowly opened the photo album and found the previous agreement they had signed. There is also a high-resolution panoramic photo of the shrine that I just took, along with a photo of Lam So holding a robe to offer offerings. I packaged all of that up and sent it directly to the company's large group and several leading industry exchange groups. A stone raises a thousand waves. In the industry group, there were all knowledgeable people. Looking at the agreement and looking at the design of the underworld, they immediately understood what was going on.

“Fuck? Giving longevity clothes to eighty year old people? Is this called art?”

“Does this Lam So have brain problems? Luc Minh still dares to guarantee?"

“This is not art, this is sending people to death!”

Basically there is no need for me to act. The president of the industry association spoke directly in the group:

“The entire industry boycotts this unscrupulous planner! Block Lam So! Block Luc Minh!”

At the same time, I also posted the evidence online and bought two hot searches. #Giving a life jacket to a rich man's mother# #This is the real shrine#