Compared to Ni Sufeng, Zhou Haijun, being more experienced, could better see the hint of panic deep in Fang Yang's eyes. Although he was a little annoyed that his little darling had been stolen by Fang Yang, he wouldn't stop him when he saw Fang Yang's panic. After all, this kid had kept him up for several nights.

Despite his displeasure, Zhou Haijun still deeply respected Fang Yang. Putting aside everything else, his amazing talent alone made him the best son-in-law candidate that everyone would fight over. Judging from today's situation, his judgment was quite good, showing that his success was not entirely due to his talent, but also because he had very high emotional intelligence.

After serving all the dishes, Zhou Haijun waved a bottle of soy sauce-flavored liquor around and said, "Xiao Fang, this is your first time eating at home. How about we have a couple of drinks?"

Fang Yang stood up and took the bottle of wine from Zhou Haijun. "Uncle wants a drink? I'll definitely keep you company, even if it means risking my life. I'm young, so I'll pour the wine."

Zhou Haijun nodded. He was a high-ranking chairman outside, but at home he was just a little man who was ranked last. He was usually supervised by his mother and daughter when he drank a glass of wine. Not only could he not enjoy himself, but they often wouldn't let him drink, saying it was for his health. Today he could finally have a good drink. It was a bittersweet moment.

Zhou Xin glanced at the two of them and said, "Don't drink too much, Dad. You have a bit of fatty liver, so you need to take care of yourself. The doctor told you to drink less alcohol, so don't ignore his advice."

Ni Sufen suppressed a laugh and poured herself and Zhou Xin each a drink. "Old Zhou can have a little today. It's also Xiao Fang's first time eating at home. As long as he doesn't get drunk, it's fine."

Fang Yang hadn't expected this turn of events. Seeing Zhou Haijun's embarrassed expression, he suppressed a laugh and said, "Uncle, let's have a little drink. Alcohol is the essence of grain, and as long as it's not excessive, it's good for your health. I can't hold my liquor, so I'll just have a couple of drinks with you. The main thing is that the dishes are so plentiful, it would be a waste of Auntie's efforts if we didn't drink."

Zhou Haijun secretly raised his hand in praise. This kid has potential. He flattered the guy so well that no one could say anything. How satisfying!

Ni Sufen waved her hand with a smile, "It's alright. Today is the 29th of the lunar year. You have to participate in the CCTV New Year's Eve Gala tomorrow, so let's just treat it as an early New Year's Eve celebration. Just have a drink with your uncle. As long as you don't get drunk, it's fine. This is his only hobby, and we can't completely eliminate it. It's the New Year, so just be happy."

Ni Sufeng found it amusing that she looked so pathetic over a few drinks, wasn't she afraid of being laughed at? Besides, could anyone stop Zhou Haijun from drinking in public? It's really just a matter of attitude.

Zhou Haijun was also pleased. It seemed that Fang Yang's visit to their home for dinner had some benefits. Hmm, he could come more often in the future. He raised his glass and said, "Let's toast to Fang Yang's first time having dinner at our home. May our future be even brighter."

Yes, that makes sense. Ni Sufeng, Zhou Xin, and Fang Yang all raised their glasses and echoed Zhou Haijun's toast. Who wouldn't want a better future?

After finishing a glass of wine, Zhou Haijun smiled heartily, "Xiao Fang, come and eat some food. Your aunt left work early today to buy groceries, and then washed and cooked them when she got home. She's a real hero. Finishing all the food is the greatest recognition for her."

Fang Yang smiled and nodded, "Uncle is right. Auntie, you've worked hard today. Let me first toast Auntie to thank her for her warm hospitality, especially for all these delicious dishes, which are all my favorites. Auntie, you're so kind."

Ni Sufeng smiled and picked up her drink. "Xiao Fang, you're too kind. After you finish this drink, quickly eat something to fill your stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach is very uncomfortable."

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhou Haijun put down his chopsticks with a smile. "Xiao Fang, did you have lunch at the old man's place?"

Fang Yang nodded, "Yes, both gentlemen were very hospitable."

"Did they read the script? What did they say?"

Fang Yang scratched his head. "I'm very satisfied. I said I'd like to show it to the higher-ups. I have another set here. I'll ask my uncle to give me some pointers later."

"That's good. Just tell me if you have any difficulties, and I'll do my best to help you."

“There is one now. The filming is mainly concentrated in Rwanda. Uncle knows the situation there, so it would be best for the crew to hire a strong mercenary team to be responsible for security, and to provide helicopters, tanks, guns and ammunition. All of these must be real guns and ammunition.”

Zhou Haijun thought for a moment, "These are not problems. You just need to ensure the quality of the filming, and I will take care of everything else. Do you have a budget for that?"

"If the warship project doesn't require our expenditure, it will cost about 500 million. Of course, we must ensure that the lead actor's salary is not too high. If a Best Actor agrees to lower his salary to join the project, that would be the best."

"It shouldn't be a big problem for the Best Actor to lower his salary to join the cast. I'll handle that. I need to take a look at the script first and select the lead actors based on the script's requirements. Then I'll narrow down the choices and you can decide. But you need to plan this as soon as possible; time is too tight."

"It's alright, there are still more than eight months left, we can make it. Besides, the 3D cameras our company ordered won't arrive until after the New Year. If we start filming in March, we can finish by the end of July at the latest, which is plenty of time."

Zhou Haijun chuckled, recalling Fang Yang's past achievements. Others would start by raising funds, then finalize the director and lead actors, while Fang Yang invested and filmed the entire movie himself, primarily using his own actors. No one outside was envious, so there were no messy or troublesome issues, and filming was extremely fast.

"It's good that you know what's going on. This movie is going to use 3D technology? My company has a director who has returned from studying abroad. Do you want me to allocate him to you?"

"No need, no need, I can handle it myself. I'll bring an assistant director with me to learn. I'm the only one in the company who knows how to film, so I still need to learn the technical aspects, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Okay, let me know if you have any difficulties."

Zhou Haijun didn't continue. Although there are many talented people in the Beijing film and television industry, Fang Yang is currently in a dominant position, especially since he has no shortage of funds and directors. A good script can win over all parties, which is an undeniable fact.

Zhou Xin was still drinking heartily, but she was getting a little impatient. "Hurry up and eat your food. It's so cold. If you don't eat, you'll get cold. Let's talk after we finish eating."

Ni Sufen patted Zhou Xin, "You talk too much."

Fang Yang was also amused and picked up his chopsticks to eat. "Eat, eat. We can't waste your hard work, Uncle and Aunt. This old hen is cooked tonight. The chicken soup is very fragrant. Uncle, drink more. It will help you sober up."

Ni Sufeng smiled as she watched Fang Yang gulp down half a bowl of chicken soup. "This old hen is a free-range chicken from the countryside. It's been raised for over a year and tastes much better than the factory-farmed chickens that are everywhere. Fang, you're always out and about, so I'm afraid you might not be getting enough nutrition. Drinking more soup is good for your health."

Fang Yang nodded vigorously, "This chicken is the same as the one my grandpa raised. You can tell by how much yellow oil is in the soup. There aren't many free-range chickens in the countryside now. Most people raise them for their own consumption. The chickens on the market are all from chicken farms, so the taste is naturally different."