Chapter 65: To be a romantic, the threshold is quite high
The place Zhao Yang decided to go to was a private restaurant hidden in an old Western-style house. It had no sign, and only two quaint lanterns hung at the door, dimly lit.
Walking through the bamboo-lined path and pushing open the heavy wooden door, you will find low-key luxury and privacy everywhere.
When Zhao Yang saw Feng Mingzhou coming in, he put down his teacup and waved with a smile: "This way."
Feng Mingzhou walked over, pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. He slept well last night, and the tiredness between his brows dissipated a lot. He looked much more relaxed, and even the aura around him that kept strangers away softened a bit.
"My cousin said he'll be here soon." Zhao Yang poured him a cup of tea. "He just returned to China and hasn't adjusted to the time difference yet. Yesterday he even told me that he wanted to experience the nightlife in China."
Feng Mingzhou picked up the teacup and hummed.
Not long after, the door of the private room was gently pushed open by the waiter and a man walked in.
He has an upright figure, walks calmly, and has an air of scholarliness.
"Brother, sorry for the long wait." The man spoke in a clear voice.
Zhao Yang stood up, smiled and patted his shoulder: "You are finally here, kid! Come and sit down."
He turned to Feng Mingzhou and introduced him, "Mingzhou, let me introduce you. This is my cousin, Zhou Mubai, whom I met when I was a child. He just came back from abroad."
Zhou Mubai extended his hand to Feng Mingzhou, his smile still gentle and polite: "Mr. Feng, I have heard a lot about you."
Feng Mingzhou put down the teacup, stood up and held that hand.
The two held hands briefly and then separated.
The three of them sat down again.
Zhao Yang poured tea for Zhou Mubai and asked curiously, "Hey, Xiaobai, are you planning to develop in China this time? You are now an international director and you are doing very well abroad. Why do you suddenly want to come back?"
Zhou Mubai picked up the teacup, his eyes fell on the rising steam, and said in a light tone: "I have been abroad for a long time, and I want to come back and take a look."
"Just take a look?" Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows. "Brother, who are we talking to? Why are you trying to fool me?"
Zhou Mubai was silent for a few seconds, put down his teacup, raised his head, looked at Zhao Yang calmly, and glanced at Feng Mingzhou vaguely: "You know, I went abroad because my mother threatened us to break up with that girl's future."
He lowered his eyelashes slightly, hiding the look behind the lenses. His voice carried a calmness that came with the passage of time, yet also revealed a weight that was hard to let go: "So many years have passed, but I still can't let it go. So, come back and try."
Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on. He sighed and nudged Zhou Mubai with his elbow: "Oh my god, you are really good! So infatuated? It's been so many years and you still can't forget it? Buddy, you are simply possessed by the god of pure love!"
At this point, Zhao Yang seemed to suddenly remember something, and he moved closer, lowering his voice and asking, "But, you are not afraid of your mother now? Her fighting ability back then... Tsk tsk, if you come back to chase someone now, can she let you live in peace?"
"Brother," he put down his teacup, with an unquestionable certainty, "times have changed."
"I now have enough ability to protect the people I want to protect, and I also have enough confidence to live the life I want."
"She can't interfere with me anymore."
Zhao Yang patted Zhou Mubai on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Alright! You have guts! I support you! What era are we in? Why are you still using feudal patriarchal methods? If you like someone, go after her! Be brave!"
He changed the subject and looked at Feng Mingzhou again, with a warm smile on his face. He pointed at Zhou Mubai and then at Feng Mingzhou: "By the way, Xiaobai just came back, so he may not be very clear about the current market situation in Jiangcheng."
Zhao Yang picked up the teapot and refilled both cups with water, his movements natural.
"There are no four major film and television companies in Jiangcheng now. They have been reshuffled a long time ago."
He put down the teapot, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with a sigh and a bit of boasting, his eyes mainly on Zhou Mubai: "Now Zhongming Pictures is the only one in the market, that is Mingzhou. Mingzhou has the final say on the whole thing."
He picked up his teacup and gestured to the two of them: "So, today I asked you to come out, not only to catch up with each other, but also to let you get to know each other first. Mu Bai, you are a big director now, Ming Zhou is the boss of the production company, we will see each other every day in the future, there will definitely be opportunities for cooperation."
Zhao Yang took a sip of tea and continued, "In case a flood hits the Dragon King Temple in the future, we won't even know when our own people are fighting each other."
Feng Mingzhou's fingers holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly.
He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Mubai, his gaze was calm, but with a little more scrutiny than before.
The gentle smile faded in his eyes, replaced by a sharpness that was common in the business world.
Zhou Mubai still had that gentle and polite smile on his face. He nodded slightly at Feng Mingzhou and said, "I've heard that Mr. Feng's company is very strong. I really hope to learn more from him if I have the chance in the future."
His tone was polite and flawless.
"Director Zhou, you're too polite." Feng Mingzhou's voice was unremarkable. "There are many opportunities in the domestic market."
Zhao Yang raised his glass: "Come on, come on, let's drink! Don't just talk about work, it's a rare opportunity for us to get together!"
"Today we are just catching up with old friends. We will talk about the rest later! We will talk about it later!"
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The dinner was over, the cups and plates were cleared away, and a few more cups of tea were refilled.
Feng Mingzhou glanced at his watch, stood up and adjusted his shirt cuffs, without any hesitation.
"I'm leaving first."
Zhao Yang and Zhou Mubai also stood up.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Zhao Yang said, and he and Zhou Mubai accompanied Feng Mingzhou out.
Walking through the quiet bamboo forest path, the evening breeze brings the fresh air of grass and trees.
The dim light of the lantern at the door was hazy.
The black Maybach was waiting quietly on the roadside, and the driver had already opened the back door.
Feng Mingzhou didn't stop, just nodded slightly at the two of them, then bent down and sat in the car.
The car door closed silently.
The vehicle drove away smoothly and soon merged into the night, leaving only two red tail lights moving further and further away.
The doorway suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.
Zhao Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at the direction where the car disappeared, clicked his tongue lightly, and turned to look at Zhou Mubai beside him.
"Did you see it?" His tone was filled with an inexplicable feeling. "Normally, he looks like an iceberg. Who would have thought that deep down..."
Zhao Yang paused, as if he was considering it, or as if he found it funny, and shook his head.
"Like you, I'm also a big lover."
He patted Zhou Mubai's arm and said, "One by one, two by two, it's really... speechless."
Zhou Mubai looked at the night in the distance, his eyes deep behind the lenses.
"Pure love is often born in a wealthy family. Only those who are rich have the energy to love and know how to love thoroughly. Ordinary people struggle in the mire of survival for half their lives, calculating every penny and taking every step carefully. How can they have the pure energy to cultivate deep affection, and what capital do they have to be infatuated?"
He smiled and shook his head, not sure whether he was talking about himself or Feng Mingzhou.
Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows, trying to digest Zhou Mubai's somewhat confusing theory. He smacked his lips and said, "What do you mean? To be a romantic, the threshold is quite high?"
Zhou Mubai: "It means, get the money first."
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