After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future-Chapter 635: Fraud and Deception

"Hey beauty, let’s reintroduce ourselves. I’m Meng Changkun from Hao Meng Film and Television."

Lu Liang squinted his eyes with a smile, knowing that navigating the world requires a few small backup personas.

Old Meng’s name wasn’t a bad choice. After all, being a local big shot in Modu for decades, he’s got contacts in every industry.

"You know Mr. Wu?" Tian Xi was suddenly confused, unable to tell if Lu Liang was the real deal or not.

Hao Meng Film and Television isn’t very well-known in the industry, yet at the same time well-known because it’s a subordinate of Tianxing Investment.

For any film investment by Tianxing, Hao Meng Film and Television is involved. There are rumors that the boss is friends with Lu Liang.

If it’s Hao Meng Film and Television, then Lu Liang’s stories of investing in First Rich, War Wolf, and Medicine God make sense.

"Wu Tianzheng? We’re from the same company, so of course, I know him." Lu Liang smiled with a hint of amusement.

Tian Xi snapped out of it and quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Mr. Meng, I thought that you were..."

She hesitated to finish her sentence, so Lu Liang smilingly completed it for her, "Just a sleazy guy trying to hit on you?"

"No, definitely not at all."

Tian Xi looked embarrassed, recalling she was still wearing her mask and sunglasses, which seemed impolite, so she hurriedly removed them.

A pair of bright, clear eyes, as if hiding brilliant stars, her skin was pale as snow, her features delicate, like a blooming flower.

"Ahem, sorry, I’ve caught a bit of a cold lately." Lu Liang showed appreciation but used the cough as an excuse to keep his mask on.

"The weather this year is unusually hot; many of my friends have caught this summer cold. Mr. Meng, you should take care of yourself."

Upon learning that Meng Changkun was from Hao Meng Film and Television, Tian Xi showed great care, even helping him find excuses.

The entertainment industry values personal connections; she didn’t expect Meng Changkun to promote her right away.

She just hoped he could remember her, in case she had the chance to attend a Hao Meng Film and Television audition one day.

And when Meng Changkun happens to see her, even with a brief encounter, it’s better than being a stranger.

"It’s nothing serious, almost better, just a slight cough left."

Lu Liang coughed a few more times feigning sickness, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Tian, what are you doing in Tokyo?"

"I have a brand endorsement. Got some spare time, so the company let me go try it out." Tian Xi replied truthfully.

"You’re doing quite well, getting an endorsement in Neon before debuting." Lu Liang was surprised.

"Actually, it’s not a Neon product, but you could say it is. It’s registered in Tokyo, produced domestically, then packaged as an imported product for sale."

Tian Xi explained while flustered; there’s a term for this practice, but she just couldn’t recall it.

"Export turned inward sale." Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, exactly that."

Realizing that Meng Changkun was older but easygoing, Tian Xi boldly asked, "Mr. Meng, do you have work in Tokyo too?"

"Just discussing some collaborations with a company over there."

Hearing this, Tian Xi braced herself to ask, "Mr. Meng, is it related to film collaboration?"

Lu Liang shook his head, "No, it’s just some personal business with friends over there."

"Oh~" Tian Xi was suddenly deflated.

Lu Liang chuckled, "What? Disappointed?"

"Of course, I thought I might get a chance to recommend myself." Tian Xi propped her cheeks with her hands, looking wistful.

She’s already 21, and her future debut is still unknown.

"You’ll definitely make it." Lu Liang said earnestly.

"Are you seeing a superstar aura in me?" Tian Xi’s eyes lit up.

Lu Liang examined her carefully from head to toe, "Seems like you have a bit of it."

"Spill it, once heard, it won’t be passed on."

Tian Xi suddenly took off her shoes and sat cross-legged, excitement written all over her face, "I love hearing others praise me. You wouldn’t know, I have over 20,000 followers on Weibo. I basically reply to every comment, every message, but unfortunately, two-thirds were bought on Taobao."

Lu Liang restrained his smile and seriously said, "You’re very pretty, and you have a great figure."

"Hmm hmm, and then?"

"Most importantly, you don’t seem particularly bright, so you’ll definitely get famous sooner or later."

"???" Tian Xi puffed her cheeks in anger, "Are you complimenting me or mocking me?"

"Complimenting you."

"I don’t believe it."

The two of them played a staring contest, with Lu Liang remaining silent until Tian Xi couldn’t help but ask, "Why don’t you explain yourself?"

Normally, when she expresses disbelief, the guys she’s chatting with would try hard to convince her.

"Because there’s nothing to explain." Lu Liang laughed, putting on an eye mask, "I’m tired, I’ll take a nap now."

As his vision went dark, a cold huff came from beside him, accompanied by Tian Xi’s muttering, "I’ll nap too."

The cabin suddenly fell silent, and an hour later, the plane safely landed at Haneda Airport.

Seeing that Lu Liang was about to leave, Tian Xi quickly called out, "Mr. Meng, can I have your V? Let’s keep in touch."

"Sure, you can scan me."

"Isn’t it M?"

Tian Xi furrowed her brows, still puzzled as to why Meng Changkun’s WeChat nickname was "L," but when she looked up, he had already walked far away.

Infuriated, she stomped her foot, looking indignant: "Who does he think he is? When I become famous, I won’t accept any projects from Hao Meng Film and Television, hmph, that’s how capricious I am."

Before long, Tian Xi retrieved her luggage from the conveyor belt and saw Sister Liu, her agent, at the arrivals gate. She hurried over.

Sister Liu looked impatient: "Even getting off a plane, you’re so slow. Don’t you know time is money?"

"Sister Liu, I’m sorry, something came up just now." Tian Xi apologized with a wry smile.

"What could you possibly have going on?" Sister Liu asked coldly, deliberately trying to exert her authority over Tian Xi.

A sapling must be pruned to grow straight; a rookie must be kept in line, lest they become too large for their boots once they make it big.

The company’s approach to nurturing newcomers was consistently about keeping them under control until they became famous, including but not limited to belittling their character to ensure they didn’t forget their roots once they were successful.

Tian Xi was stubborn, she knew she was wrong and sincerely apologized. But when the other side didn’t accept it, she wouldn’t just blindly endure it, so she said outright, "I just met Mr. Meng from Hao Meng Film and Television on the plane."

"Hao Meng Film and Television? Mr. Meng?"

Sister Liu thought carefully and smirked: "With your intelligence, you’ve probably been conned and are even helping to count the conman’s money."

She had dealt with Wu Tianzheng a few times and knew there were only a few people at Hao Meng Film and Television who could be called ’Mr.,’ but no one had the surname Meng.

Tian Xi widened her eyes, utterly incredulous: "Could Meng Changkun be lying to me? But how does he know so much?"

Sister Liu was taken aback again, urgently asking: "You said you met Fatty Meng from Kunqian Trade on the plane?"

"Fatty? But he’s not fat at all~"

Tian Xi was at a loss, completely confused.

The person on the plane was at most robust, not at all fat.

Sister Liu pondered, her eyes growing brighter: "So, you’re saying someone’s impersonating Fatty Meng’s identity to swindle people?"

She realized this was an opportunity to meet Meng Changkun and hurriedly contacted friends and family to get Meng Changkun’s personal phone number.

"Hello, Mr. Meng, I’m Little Liu from Jiahui Media, yes, yes, we’ve met before."

Sister Liu smiled broadly, her face full of flattery.

"Xiao Tian is a newcomer at our company. If she said anything wrong on the plane, I ask for your understanding, and I apologize on her behalf."

"Ah~ you weren’t flying, then who was that person? How did he claim to be Mr. Meng from Kunqian, and said he’s a friend of Mr. Wu from Hao Meng?"

Tian Xi frowned, tugging on Sister Liu’s sleeve, hoping she wouldn’t fuel the flames further. After all, he only said he was Meng Changkun from Hao Meng Film and never mentioned Kunqian Trade.

Sister Liu wasn’t swayed, filled with righteous indignation: "That person is really vile, daring to impersonate Mr. Meng. It’s just because our Xiao Tian is naive that she believed his nonsense."

Opportunities are for those who pursue them; if she didn’t say this, Fatty Meng surely wouldn’t investigate further, and without investigation, how would she owe him a favor?

"Mr. Meng, you’re asking about the person’s features?" Sister Liu glared at Tian Xi, her gaze filled with threat.

Now everyone was in the same boat, and if she dared spoil Sister Liu’s plan, she would definitely pay a price.

Tian Xi didn’t want to speak, but after Sister Liu stepped on her foot, she had no choice but to say, "Mr. Meng, I’m Xiao Tian. That person was quite tall and strong, probably about 1.8 meters, with eyebrows resembling Ren Xianqi, and he had a bit of a southern accent."

"Anything else? Nothing more?" Meng Changkun’s voice came through the receiver, and it was evident he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

After so many years in Modu, it was the first time someone dared to impersonate his name to deceive people; it was like an old man eating arsenic, courting death.

Tian Xi felt immense pressure because it was apparent the person seemed to be well-connected; if he knew the other person’s WeChat ID, the outcome might not be so good for that person.

Her foot was pricked again, and Sister Liu said sinisterly, "Xiao Tian, just say what you know, Mr. Meng will support you."

Tian Xi gritted her teeth and truthfully said, "Actually, I added his WeChat; the nickname is L, and the avatar is a golden bull."

The phone went silent suddenly; Sister Liu couldn’t help but whisper, "Mr. Meng, are you still there?"

"Hm, that’s enough, it’s not a big deal."

Meng Changkun laughed dryly, his voice suddenly odd, as if he was trying hard to hold back laughter.

Sister Liu sharply sensed and asked, "Mr. Meng, is he a friend of yours?"

"Find out for yourself. Quite busy, hanging up."

Listening to the busy signal on the other end,

Sister Liu looked dumbfounded and utterly confused.

Tian Xi seemed to understand, quietly asking, "Sister Liu, is Mr. Meng friends with that person?"

"Nine times out of ten."

"Then why wouldn’t Mr. Meng admit it?"

"Yeah, was it that he wouldn’t say, or was he afraid to say?"

Sister Liu’s previously dim eyes suddenly brightened again, smiling in servility: "Xixi, quickly try to remember any more details about that person?"

At the very least, Meng Changkun was worth billions and was famous in Modu, so the person’s background was probably even more significant if Meng didn’t dare to name him.

Tian Xi, a sapling just sprouting, might very well become her cash cow with this opportunity, so naturally, her attitude had to change.

"He wore a mask and a hat the entire time, I only know he had eyebrows like Ren Xianqi," Tian Xi showed a hint of disdain in her eyes. Just a moment ago, she was like an evil stepmother; now, she suddenly became a doting mother.

But her heart felt inexplicably satisfied, as nothing is more enjoyable than seeing an enemy grovel.

"You have his WeChat, don’t you? Take the time to chat more, one more friend, one more path." Sister Liu laughed.

"We’ll see."