"Dad, do we really have to donate so much?" Zhao Siji said with some pain in his heart.
This time, they had already found out how much other people in the circle were prepared to donate.
Then add a little bit more.
As a result, just before the donation, Zhao Jiazheng suddenly added two more fleets.
The two fleets cost 1.4 million, and Zhao Siji was very heartbroken.
Zhao Jiazheng snorted heavily: "Have you known the identities of the two young men next to Yao Weiwan for a long time?"
Zhao Siji immediately began to stammer.
Facing Zhao Jiazheng's unyielding gaze, Zhao Siji lowered his eyes and replied, "I only know they are quite rich."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Zhao Siji remained silent this time.
Why not tell his dad?
Of course, it’s because he knows what kind of person Zhao Jiazheng is better than anyone else.
If I tell him, he will no longer ban Yao Weiwan, and may even ask me to please him.
Zhao Siji has had enough of being suppressed by Yao Weiwan.
It's not that he is incapable, he is also a leader among his classmates, but since the appearance of Yao Weiwan.
The most common comment from the teachers at school was, "Not bad, but it lacks a bit of spirit compared to Yao Weiwan's work."
Even his dad said so!
He didn't know what the so-called spiritual energy was, but he knew that Yao Weiwan had become his inner demon.
If he had not encouraged him to boycott Yao Weiwan, Zhao Siji would have been able to see Yao Weiwan suppressing his box office every time he closed his eyes.
Did Yao Weiwan think that he really wanted the other party to become his gunman?
No, he wished that Yao Weiwan would just disappear from the world.
But Zhao Jiazheng's words convinced him.
In the entertainment industry, a sudden success is always more dazzling than a success that comes from long-term accumulation.
So he deleted his carefully polished graduation work and stole Yao Weiwan's inspiration.
Even because they lived in the same dormitory, Yao Weiwan was not on guard against him, and he knew most of Yao Weiwan's sources of inspiration and design ideas.
This also played a crucial role in the later accusation of plagiarism against Yao Weiwan.
*
Zhao Jiazheng looked at Zhao Siji deeply.
Just as Zhao Siji understood him, Zhao Jiazheng also understood his son very well.
He has a high opinion of himself, is overambitious, and has a strong desire to win. The most fatal thing is that he is short-sighted and unwilling to bend down.
"Idiot." He sighed and uttered two words.
He doesn't use social media much, but Zhao Siji plays with his mobile phone every day.
Judging from his expression, I know this has been going on for more than a day or two.
Zhao Jiazheng sighed again and shook his head: "If I don't make you bleed a little and hurt your flesh, how can you learn your lesson?"
He doesn't feel bad about this little money, he can earn it back by just working hard.
Spending money to buy reputation is a very cost-effective thing.
However, Zhao Siji's self-righteous concealment did put him in a slightly passive position.
He was thinking about how to break the deadlock. In the brief conversation just now, Zhao Jiazheng had already ruled out the option of reconciliation.
What remains is how to limit their development in the circle.
Zhao Siji didn't think about this. Seeing that Zhao Jiazheng didn't ask any more questions, he immediately grabbed Zhao Jiazheng's arm and said, "Dad, what should we do now?"
Zhao Jiazheng leaned back in his chair calmly: "Why are you panicking? This is the entertainment industry."
"No matter how rich their family is, they are just a few kids playing around."
He had just asked the actors he knew, and the one called Lei Xuan was even going around looking for actors with a script and chatting them up, just like a street vendor handing out flyers.
It would be strange if we could find the right actor for this.
But he didn't tell Zhao Siji about all this, so that his son would have a sense of crisis.
"Look away," Zhao Jiazheng reminded him, "this dinner will be broadcast live."
*
"This dinner will be broadcast live," said Yan Xianjue.
Shen Fangli looked over in confusion: "So?"
Yan Xianjue gently patted her on the top of her head: "Silly child."
Shen Fangli: “…”
"Puchi." Yan Wan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Yan Xianjue glanced around and found that everyone in the family had a strange smile on their faces.
Yan Xianjue: "...What are you laughing at?"
Yan Wan covered her mouth and said, "I remembered something happy."
The other members of the Yan family nodded in agreement.
Yan Xianjue was filled with question marks when he saw their laughter.
But he still explained to Shen Fangli first: “Zhao Jiazheng will definitely donate a lot.”
The Yan family members confirmed this statement with their eyes.
After all, that's what they came for!
Although they can watch the live broadcast at home, it is not as exciting as the live version!
Shen Fangli always felt that this family was weird. It was like the math teacher was talking about calculus from 1+1 while she was bending down to pick up a pen in math class.
To enhance the atmosphere, the banquet mother called the waiter over and served each of them a plate of watermelon.
At a dinner of this size, some exquisite and beautiful fruits are usually served after the meal.
It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, the key is that it looks classy.
Watermelon, the national fruit, is obviously not on this list.
But since this hotel is also called Yan, the boss asked them to deliver it, so they had to.
The watermelon was almost served, and Shen Fangli had just raised her silver fork when she heard the host cue the name they had just discussed.
She looked at the fork in her hand, then at the melon on the plate, and suddenly fell into deep thought.
She always felt like she had seen this scene somewhere before.
*
Zhao Jiazheng stood up from his seat and walked towards the stage calmly.
Before leaving, he did not forget to give Zhao Siji a reassuring look.
After taking the microphone on stage, Zhao Jiazheng said sincerely:
"If you want to establish art, you must first establish people. As a film and television worker, we have seen too many touching examples in our past work."
"It's no exaggeration to say that we have gained a lot from this era, and now it's time for us to give back."
"I'd like to offer a small contribution here by donating two fleets and two million in cash to help."
"Ha." Yan Ci let out a mocking sound.
"What's wrong?" Yan Xianjue turned his head to look at him.
Yan Ci handed the phone to him: "The trend on the Internet has changed in an instant."
Yan Ci was not so exaggerated as to watch the live broadcast directly at the dinner venue.
But before Zhao Jiazheng could finish his words, an entry titled "Director Zhao strongly supports charity" popped up above the phone screen.
Is this a bit too hasty?
"Your eating manners are so ugly." Yan Ci said sarcastically.
Yan Xianjue reached out and swiped down twice on Yan Ci's phone screen.
The comments below all say that Director Zhao is both virtuous and talented.
"Puchi." Yan Xianjue couldn't help laughing.
"I almost don't recognize the four words 'virtue and art' anymore."
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