Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Grandmaster Yin frowned, such noisy disturbances, truly inconsiderate of the occasion.

Bo Yimo turned his head and glanced over, chuckling lightly, ”Old Master, your birthday gift has arrived.”

Several soldiers were seen pushing a trolley over, and on it was something resembling a tortoise, gigantic in size, a fully grown one.

Even the elderly Grandmaster, wizened by decades of experience, was a bit taken aback, blurting out, ”Hawksbill!”

The hawksbill, a nationally protected species of the second class, also known as the longevity tortoise, referred to as Xuanwu in ancient Huaxia myths, is one of the four mythical creatures of China. Its scales are crystal-clear and elegant, earning the ancient nickname ”Sea Gold.” Always seen as a symbol of fortune, representing nobility, sanctity, with strong significance for warding off evil.

Obviously, that’s not the key point. The key point is that private breeding is prohibited, only military cadres ranked above divisional or regimental levels can breed them. Most importantly, they cannot be transported by plane, only by military aircraft.

In other words, regardless of how much money you have, you can’t buy one, especially a fully grown one that’s almost one and a half meters long.

It’s exceptionally rare indeed.

”Young Master, it has been safely delivered,” the soldiers saluted.

Bo Yimo nodded slightly, ”Thank you for your hard work.”

Only then did the soldiers march out in perfect unison.

Bo Yimo smiled gently, ”Old Master, wishing you health and a life of a hundred years.”

The words perfectly matched the gift, as the hawksbill is also called the longevity tortoise.

Grandmaster Yin was momentarily dazed, feeling somewhat emotional. He had always wanted to keep a hawksbill but hadn’t the means. Despite his noble family background and strong connections, with family members holding key positions in government departments, they weren’t ranked high enough.

Could his dream have come true now?!!!

It’s easy to imagine how excited Grandmaster Yin was, though he remained rational, ”Such a precious gift, I cannot accept it.”

Bo Yimo’s lips curved as he laughed lightly, ”If the old master likes it, then it’s precious, if not, it’s just a tortoise.”

Deep down really wanting it, Grandmaster Yin coughed once, ”Alright then, I’ll accept it.”

Nearby, Yin Weiyi nudged Tong Yan’s arm, whispering, ”Big-chested one, I think our two granddaughters will have to step aside in the future, Young Master Mo has become Grandpa’s new favorite.”

She knew Grandpa has always wanted this tortoise.

Tong Yan: ...

Is that how you use ’new favorite’?

She thought perhaps she should recommend Grandpa enroll Yiyi in a language tutoring class or something.

Everyone around was utterly stunned; those with some knowledge recognized the hawksbill’s value, those without understood that even if it’s just a tortoise, the reactions indicated its significance.

The critical point being it was delivered by soldiers.

This indicated Bo Yimo’s status was indeed distinguished, perhaps even above everyone present, holding at least a military rank above divisional level, maybe even higher.

Now that’s awkward.

Earlier, many folks were contemplating him as just a pretty-boy, a decorative pillow, and now they felt as though their faces had been slapped swollen.

The slaps echoed loudly.

At this moment, no one dared to speak.

Miss Wang regretted immensely, wishing she hadn’t said anything earlier. Maybe she could have approached the man through Tong Yan, and enticing him wouldn’t have been difficult.

Well, it’s obvious this neighbor Miss Wang was overthinking things.

Daydreaming is a sickness that needs a cure.