The next day, noon.

"Mr. Wu, keep in touch."

"Hey, keep in touch!"

In a big restaurant somewhere in the capital, Zhang Yuan and Chengtian Entertainment boss Wu Kebo both blushed and shook hands warmly before saying goodbye.

When saying goodbye, Zhang Yuan was staggering, as if he was about to pass out drunk.

As soon as I turned around and turned the corner, I suddenly felt clear-headed.

"Hehe..." I found a corner, smoked a cigarette and calmed down.

"Boss Wu is really a businessman."

Needless to say, they were toasting each other and drinking happily.

Zhang Yuan knew very well the purpose of Boss Wu's invitation to dinner.

He just wanted to recruit me to join Chengtian's team.

But in fact, Chengtian was the place he least wanted to go and the worst choice.

Of course, he didn't want to go to any of them in the first place.

Boss Wu showed an attitude of contacting and recruiting him, and during the banquet he naturally mentioned the matter of asking him to come to the company for development.

Especially after drinking a lot of white wine, his bragging became louder and louder.

"Let you be the number one brother!"

"Now that you are here, you will be the pillar of our Orange Sky!"

"I'll throw all my resources at you!"

This is indeed comforting to hear.

However, not a single word of it is true, it is all just lies.

Praise me?

How to praise?
Where are the plans, the films, and the advertisements?
There is nothing practical about it, it's all nonsense.

With this trick of his, he might be able to fool those who have just debuted, but can he fool Zhang Yuan?

It’s not clear who is fooling whom!

Besides, Zhang Yuan also knew the reason why this person did not offer high enough conditions to recruit him.

"He must have almost finished his talk with Wang Jinhua."

"As long as Wang Jinhua defected, Chengtian would immediately gain a large number of celebrities who followed Sister Hua in defecting."

"He is also connected to Golden Harvest, a major Hong Kong company, and has been discussing a merger and acquisition."

"So there will be a bunch of big Hong Kong stars, including Tony Leung Ka Fai and Carina Lau..."

"So, Chengtian is not actually short of people."

"Plus, Chengtian will go public through a backdoor listing and become the first listed film and television entertainment company in the Chinese mainland, so Boss Wu is very ambitious."

Compared with the upcoming big names like Chen Daoming, Tony Leung, Carina Lau, Rosamund Kwan, Ren Quan, Hu Jun, etc., in his eyes, she is just a young actor with a little popularity.

If an ordinary young person thinks about this, he will definitely feel annoyed about being looked down upon.

But he had none of that.

Because he also noticed something interesting.

"Boss Wu did not mention anything related to Sister Hua at all."

"And I have a dinner date with Sister Hua tomorrow."

"So he doesn't know about the connection between Sister Hua and me."

"Wang Jinhua is indeed the number one agent in China!"

"Whether it's Huayi or Chengtian, she only wants to cooperate. She will only keep the truly valuable assets, that is, those stars, firmly in her own hands."

Zhang Yuan found it more and more interesting that these big guys only lived for their own interests.

"Brother Yuan, the photos are ready, take a look."

At this moment, the young reporter under Zhuo Wei who had interviewed him in the hospital before came to a secluded place to meet him.

I looked through the other person's SLR and found the photos were very clear.

"Yes, thank you very much."

Zhang Yuan took out a red envelope from his trouser pocket and handed it to the other party.

The young man happily trotted all the way back to the company to write and publish the article.

Zhang Yuan found a teahouse nearby, drank a cup of strong tea to refresh himself, chewed several pieces of mint gum to remove the smell of smoke from his mouth, and then took a taxi to the gate of a mid-range residential area.

"Junior brother, you are here!"

As soon as he got off the car, a cute-looking figure wearing a flesh-pink floral dress, a white headband, white sneakers and carrying a luxury bag came into his sight.

"It's really a waste to learn storytelling like this..."

Zhang Yuan sighed in his heart, then walked forward.

Liu Shishi pretended to hook his arm, but Zhang Yuan quickly took half a step back.

"It's right outside our house, don't let your parents see it."

"Oh." She lowered her head shyly and followed Zhang Yuan into the car.

"I have finally gained some fame, but this has its pros and cons." Zhang Yuan whispered to her in the car.

"I can be easily photographed now, so you have to be careful when you're out with me."

"I'm thick-skinned and not afraid."

"You just debuted and finally got a role in a TV series. Don't create a bunch of scandals before you become famous."

"Oh." The little sister bit her lip first, then raised her small bag with a smile.

"Is it good looking? I bought it with my salary from the movie."

“This is the first time I’ve made money on my own.”

"It looks good. Did you buy anything for your parents?"

"Yes, I bought a watch for my dad and cosmetics for my mom."

"I also bought some wine for Grandpa Yuan."

She counted them one by one on her fingers.

"By the way." Halfway through her words, she took out a packaging box from her small bag.

"This is for you."

Zhang Yuan opened it and saw that it was an LV men's wallet.

"Like it?"

"I like it." Zhang Yuan said against his will. He has never had much interest in luxury goods.

However, since this is the first time someone gives me a gift, the emotional value must be maximized.

“Hehe…” The junior sister laughed so hard that her fangs showed.

"I have a question. Is your pay enough for giving away so many things?"

Zhang Yuan thought that she was just a newcomer and her pay for the first movie should not exceed 100,000.

"It's not enough. I added some of the New Year's money I saved before." Liu Shishi said honestly.

This... She's not even twenty years old yet but she already has the potential to be a spendthrift old woman.

And given her intelligence and character, Zhang Yuan was really afraid that she would go bankrupt one day.

"If there's a chance, I'll get her a 'iron rice bowl' where she can just sit back and get paid without having to think."

Just like a family of children, the one that parents favor the most is often not the smartest or most sensible one.

But it’s the dumbest one who can’t do anything.

This is called worrying too much and causing confusion. The more you worry and concern, the more emotion you invest.

Zhang Yuan was worried about her too.

I am afraid of being cheated when I go out and afraid of touching electricity when I stay home.

In addition, because of the relationship with Mr. Yuan Kuocheng, I can only pamper her like this.

The same thing happened when we got to the old man's house.

In order to entertain them, the old man cooked a lot of dishes himself and also went out to buy many ready-made ones.

But inside and outside, there are all the things the little lion likes to eat.

At home, my parents are looking after me, here I am spoiled by my old man, and outside, he is protecting me.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and felt that he wanted to switch lives with her.

Happiness is easy.

"Now that you've married into the Hou family, you'll have a name for yourself in the folk art industry in the future." The old man was old, and he put down his chopsticks after only a few bites.

The little sister majored in dance. She started to strictly control her weight in junior high school and didn’t eat much.

It's time for Zhang Yuan to perform the "Fan Tong" show again.

The stew made by the old man was very soft because he had bad teeth due to his old age.

"Well, you are also talented in storytelling."

"It still needs some more polishing." Mr. Yuan thought of the time when Liu Lanfang wanted to "steal" him away from his apprentice the day before yesterday.

"Come over to my house when you have time, and I can give you some pointers."

"Try to achieve some results." "But just like when you look for a teacher in crosstalk, you must be cautious if you want to find a successor in storytelling."

Zhang Yuan played dumb and nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Yuan is still struggling."

"I don't want to break my rule of not accepting disciples."

"But I'm afraid I'll run away with someone else."

"Okay, give him some more time."

Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry at all. Although the old man was in poor health, he didn't have any serious problems for the time being, so he could wait.

The three nominal masters and apprentices chatted about family matters and said some insignificant words.

Although they didn't talk about anything important, Zhang Yuan felt particularly relaxed.

This was the only dinner party he had attended recently that had no financial, personal, or social purpose.

He was just enjoying the pure feeling of eating.

It's like the brief and rare calm before the storm.

After dinner, Zhang Yuan took the initiative to clear the table and wash the dishes.

"Do you want me to help you?" The junior sister came over.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan knew that she just wanted to take the opportunity to be alone with him, so he readily agreed.

then……

Click!

Click!

Click!

"Little lion, please stop washing the dishes. My dishes can't handle it."

A few minutes later, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng came over with a broom in his hand, looking distressed.

"Then what should I do?" Liu Shishi asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Just sit there, don't move, show your static beauty, and let me see you when I turn around."

After he finished speaking, the little sister obediently sat down on the armchair beside her, placing her hands on her belly, as elegant as a swan.

Zhang Yuan was washing dishes and looked back from time to time.

Every time she looked back, the junior sister would smile sweetly at her and wave.

Just like a white and fat Samoyed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan thought, it doesn't matter if I spend money, it's worth it to appreciate it as a sculpture.

The old man went to bed early. After he finished his work and cleaned up, he chatted with the old man about some things related to storytelling, and then said goodbye to the young senior sister.

"Send the little lion home safely." The old man said before leaving.

The two walked out of the community.

"Junior brother, are we going home now?" the younger sister asked with her head lowered.

"Well, what else?" Zhang Yuan replied, pretending not to look away.

"But today..." She said in a low voice with some grievance: "You didn't let me hook your arm."

"You don't hug me or kiss me."

"you've changed."

The little lion thought that he had spent three hours just getting dressed up for today, and it took him a whole day to choose his clothes.

There is quite a sad feeling that I want to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch.

She was feeling sad alone when she felt her wrist being grabbed.

"Ouch!" She screamed, and then her whole body was pulled by the force from the hand and brought to a dark corner in the community where the street lights could not illuminate and the moonlight rarely shined.

Why waste your words?

He gently lifted her long hair, supported her lower back with one hand, stroked her back with the other, and kissed her head.

After kissing each other for five minutes, they separated slightly, panting.

The little sister's lotus-root-like arms were hanging around his neck, her eyes full of admiring stars.

"Is that enough?" Zhang Yuan asked softly.

"Not enough!" The little lion shook his head vigorously.

Another five minutes.

"Is it enough?"

"not enough."

Another five minutes.

"Is it enough?"

"Not enough, not enough, never enough!"

……

After a long time, a cell phone rang hastily, interrupting their sweet and sticky kiss.

At this moment, the little senior sister's skirt had been lifted up to her thighs, and half of her chest had been pulled down.

If Zhang Yuan had not maintained his last bit of rationality and realized that working in such a place was not a good idea, Junior Sister would have been able to start her maternity leave in half a year.

"Ah, my mother called me." The junior sister picked up the phone with a hoarse voice.

At this moment, her eyes were already blurry and her cheeks were as red as the lake under the setting sun.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the time on her phone.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed.

"Just say you ate too much, and to digest the food, you went shopping at a nearby mall for a while, and now you're trying to get a taxi."

Fearing that her intelligence might not be enough to make up a plausible lie in such a short time, Zhang Yuan had to do it for her.

"Oh." She responded, cleared her throat, and picked up the phone.

"Mom, I ate too much at Grandpa Yuan's house..."

She explained everything according to what Zhang Yuan said.

While she was talking, Zhang Yuan was not idle either. He quietly put one hand under her floral dress.

"I'll be right back...ah, back."

With a blushing face and sobbing, she finished the call. The junior sister put down the phone and blamed me in shame and anger.

"You are so bad!" She smiled again and whispered in his ear: "I like it so much."

Her mother has called, and my senior sister is a well-educated child, so naturally I can't play around with her outside anymore.

He obediently sent her home, and watched her look back every few steps. After they parted reluctantly, Zhang Yuan returned home alone.

He was the only one in the yard at this time.

As he was going to entertain a lot of guests tomorrow, he contacted restaurants outside in advance and borrowed a few chefs.

Cao Jianjun, a former army cook who worked for the lunch box company, could actually prepare banquets, but his dishes were rather rough, not refined enough, or not petty bourgeois enough, and were therefore not suitable for these big bosses.

There are certain rules for choosing the right dish to use when dealing with different people, otherwise it would seem that you are not polite enough and have a bad attitude.

Although he was the host and invited people to his home, in terms of relative relationship, he had to act, or pretend to be weak.

He sniffed his shoulder, which was filled with the scent of Junior Sister's hair, enough to make him feel at ease and focused before the big event.

The next day, noon.

Several restaurant chefs were already busy in his kitchen.

At this time, the fact that his family had a yard became an advantage. The chef also built a stove in the yard, which made his work more efficient.

Not long after, the boss of Ciwen Film and Television, Ma Zhongjunma, arrived on time.

"Zhang Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look more energetic." Boss Ma praised.

The last time we met was in the hospital, and Zhang Yuan even drew big dark circles under his eyes on purpose.

Now that we meet again, he has changed from hospital gown to casual clothes, his hair has been combed, and his face is clean.

Boss Ma took another look and felt that the handsome young man in the book was just like this.

"Good looking."

"Good temperament."

I also thought of his performance in the beating incident on the crew.

"Good brain."

Ma Zhongjun smiled and nodded.

"If we can recruit him, wouldn't we have another elite general in Ciwen?"

Boss Ma naturally felt a desire for talent.

In the distance, inside a residential building in a community in the imperial capital.

Nie Yuan, who had just joined Ciwen, shuddered.

"Why do I suddenly feel a chill on my back?"

...(End of chapter)