Chapter 95 Taking care of you is too hard

The voices of talking faded away, Zhu Yanshi withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

Through the other party's conversation, he vaguely thought of the father and son he knew.

But the other party's influence is not here at all... and they have always been in business, and I have never heard of them having any intention of interfering in the entertainment industry...

It seems unlikely.

Zhu Yanshi threw away the messy thoughts in his head, straightened his expression, and planned to give his all to the upcoming social event.

People kept coming into the inner hall and sitting on one side of the long table in front of the stage. In the center of the table were vases of brightly colored flowers.

After everyone entered, the waitresses came in one after another with champagne. The light yellow liquid echoed in the transparent high-heeled glasses, which was considered the first shot of the banquet.

The sound of low conversations could be heard leisurely.

“…What have you been doing lately?”

“Are you interested in investing?”

"…Why did you suddenly want to enter the entertainment industry?"

“…”

"You've taken good care of yourself lately! You look a lot younger now. I almost have to call you my sister..."

In between the conversations, the host began to cue the program, and the variety show's regular stars came on stage, made speeches, and played three or four small games.

In fact, this kind of occasion is equivalent to an alternative product display. The presidents and bosses sitting below need to judge whether the other party has the commercial potential for investment based on the performance of the stars on the stage.

Or pick one that catches your eye.

In their eyes, this money is nothing, and they are just waiting for the other party to make impulse purchases when they are happy.

At this moment, what we receive is not the admiration and praise of fans, but the scrutiny.

The people standing on the stage actually felt a little uncomfortable, but as part of their profession they had to accept such scrutiny.

The interactive session ended quickly, and various meals were served by waitresses wearing tight-fitting cheongsams.

Apart from the murmurs of conversation, the only sound in the banquet hall was the faint aroma of food.

The Manta members had already eaten dinner before attending the banquet. They sat in the seats reserved for them by the organizers and greeted the business tycoons at the same table with a smile.

Before the time came for drinks and greetings, Zhu Yanshi took the champagne handed to him by the young lady next to him and tilted the wine in his hand to the side.

Then pour the liquid from the bottle of champagne in your hand into the glass.

After they sat for a while, a few pot-bellied men came over. Zhu Yanshi exchanged the cup in his hand with the wine glass next to Fang Shaoqing.

He then poured the liquid in the other person's cup into the potted plant next to him.

The blue and purple lights in the banquet hall switched back and forth, and the light was dim, so it was difficult for anyone to notice the small movements of his assistant.

Zhu Yanshi stood behind a few boys and concentrated on the moving work.

He poured out the wine in the glass and poured his specially blended Oriental Leaves into the glass.

While the other people were trying to attract the boss's attention, he went over to fill the glasses of the young masters with Oriental Leaves, and then picked up the real champagne on the table and poured it for the bosses in front of him.

After drinking round after round, the boss's face became redder and redder, but the young men in front of him remained calm.

There was also a faint scent of jasmine on her body...

Before the last boss left in a daze, he went over.

"What perfume are you wearing?"

“It smells strangely good…”

"A little clever idea."

Chen Shiyi had a fake smile on his face.

"The suits are scented with jasmine."

In fact, it is the smell of oriental leaves.

The man walked away, muttering.

"Young people can drink so much nowadays?"

Those who can attend the internal dinner of the entertainment industry have seen all kinds of handsome stars.

After seeing such beautiful things so many times, I feel a little aesthetically fatigued and am not as excited as I was at the beginning.

Most of the investors in the backstage were very reserved, only occasionally making a joke or two.

Zhu Yanshi drank a lot of champagne, half mixed with Oriental Leaves and half mixed with wine. He was afraid that the champagne would drown the tree next to him, so the second half of the wine went into his stomach.

His movements were chaotic. Sometimes he would directly hold the bottle of champagne mixed with Oriental leaves and pour wine for Fang Shaoqing and the others. Sometimes he would secretly swap the high-heeled glasses filled with tea with the champagne poured by the rich sisters on the table.

But it was rare that there were no mistakes.

The only mistake...

Zhu Yanshi felt like going to the bathroom.

After drinking the wine he needed to drink and meeting the people he needed to meet, Zhu Yanshi whispered a few words of advice to a few people.

He turned around, wiped the walls on both sides, followed the waiter's instructions, left the inner hall, and went to the bathroom at the corner.

In the restroom, there were a few businessmen washing their hands in front of the sink. The watches on their wrists looked very expensive.

Zhu Yanshi went to the bathroom stall quietly and could hear the low conversation outside.

"The party is more than halfway over... and I still haven't seen the two you mentioned..."

"How could so many people come to sponsor a crappy variety show like that... If they hadn't heard about it, those two would have come..."

"Then what is the purpose of your visit today?"

"What else? I have a project on my hands..."

“…”

The voice gradually faded away. Zhu Yanshi came out of the bathroom, staring at the direction the two people left, but raised the corner of his eyes slightly.

No wonder.

Logically speaking, Manta is not that popular yet. How could a small personal group variety show attract so many big bosses?

It turns out that the purpose was not to invest in the variety show, but for the two bosses who also came to the banquet.

Zhu Yanshi put his hand under the faucet, and the cold liquid rushed out, slowly dissipating the warmth on the back of his hand.

At this moment, the compartment behind him was opened, and suddenly there was a sound of a lighter being clicked.

Zhu Yanshi looked up and stared at the mirror in front of him. The bright yellow light above his head was reflected through the mirror onto the face of the man who walked out of the bathroom behind him.

The other person had a cigarette in his mouth, one hand in his suit trouser pocket, and the other hand was pressing a lighter.

After pressing it several times, the golden lighter in his hand did not emit a flame. The man looked up as if he had noticed something.

The cold gaze happened to meet Zhu Yanshi's.

“…”

No one expected to meet in the bathroom outside a banquet.

Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, then took the cigarette out of his mouth, took a few steps forward, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"What a coincidence."

His eyes stared straight at people with extremely strong aggression.

Zhu Yanshi was stunned for a moment. The foam on his hands was washed away. He withdrew his hands, and the sound of running water echoing in the room dissipated.

"Why are you here?"

"You can be here, why can't I?"

Song Zhiyu took a step forward and when he got close to Zhu Yan, he suddenly reached out and adjusted Zhu Yan's collar.

Originally, this action was extremely sexually tense, but Zhu Yanshi hid back with a look of horror on his face, taking several steps back.

"You didn't wash your hands!"

“…”

Song Zhiyu's perfect expression cracked again.

really.

Every time he was in front of Zhu Yanshi, he couldn't keep a serious expression on his face.

"I just wanted to smoke a cigarette. I didn't go to the bathroom."

"There are so many bacteria in the toilet. If you don't wash your hands before going out, what's the difference between that and holding shit in your hands?"

Zhu Yanshi had a look of disgust on his face and reached out to pat his collar which had just been touched by the other party.

“…”

Song Zhiyu closed his eyes and after a moment, he let out a long sigh.

Then he turned around and honestly put his hand under the faucet. The cold liquid rushed out and took away the heat from his hand.

After washing their hands, the two men moved to another place to talk.

On the corridor outside the restroom.

Zhu Yanshi leaned against the wall and raised his chin towards Song Zhiyu.

"The president went out and his lighter ran out of gas, tsk."

After saying that, he reached into the backpack slung across his body and pulled out an extremely ugly and low-quality red transparent lighter.

He stretched forward and pressed the lighter, which made a crisp click.

A long streak of flame popped out.

"You're so flashy."

The young man raised his chin and stuffed the lighter into Young Master Song's coat pocket.

"This is for you, no need to thank me."

The things Song Zhiyu used were always exquisite and high-end. He wore a suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and had a one-dollar plastic lighter in his pocket, which was extremely inconsistent with his status.

"…Take that ugly thing away."

His face looked a little ugly.

When the person in front of him really wanted to reach into his pocket, he was reluctant.

He took a step back and said something that was shocking.

"Forget it, at least you spent money on this."

"It's better than the free pendant before."

Here comes the sarcasm.

Song Zhiyu was indeed feeling a little aggrieved. He really didn't mean to be sarcastic. He said this just to be a little green tea in his heart and awaken the little bit of conscience in the other person.

His conscience was not awakened, and he received a cold stare from the other party.

The corridor was quiet and there was no one else. Song Zhiyu straightened his expression and looked into Zhu Yanshi's eyes.

"I saw the trending search on my phone a while ago, and I thought the assistants around those kids looked a lot like you. Coincidentally, my dad came over to discuss something, but I didn't expect..."

The man paused for a moment, then spoke again softly.

"I'm also short of an assistant. I can offer you a higher salary."

Zhu Yanshi tried hard to change the subject, but was forcibly dragged back to the topic he had always wanted to avoid.

Of course he knew Song Zhiyu's feelings for him, but he couldn't judge how much selfishness was hidden in his words.

"That's not fair to the other employees at your company."

"But you're worth it."

When Song Zhiyu said this, he seemed a little careless.

Think about it from his perspective, does opening a backdoor for his future wife count as opening a backdoor?

You can only use the back door if your wife likes you!

"But I don't want to."

Okay, I don’t like it.

Zhu Yanshi stood up straight, took a step forward, and looked at Song Zhiyu with a half-provocative expression on his face.

Before turning around and leaving, he left a message that was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

"Take care of you."

Pause, squint and smile.

“It’s too hard.”

The young man left, his back looking particularly free and easy, and when he stepped into the inner hall, he even glanced at me.

How to say it?

Song Zhiyu was attracted by this energy.

He felt that such thoughts were ridiculous, like some restricted-level masochist...

After Zhu Yanshi said this, he was not angry at all. Instead, he couldn't help but smile.

It's so despicable.

He turned around, looked very proud, and moved forward shamelessly.

"Why are you walking so fast?"

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The author has something to say: I'll release today's update first. I have to go out for a while, so I may or may not add more updates later. No need to wait~