"Don't worry, Secretary Wei. I'll definitely help you when the boss comes out. As his chief agent, I also really want him to participate in the Spring Festival Gala."
"Haha, Xiao Zhang is great. With you by my side, I believe we will have a brilliant future."
Wei Dong was very satisfied with Zhang Xiaopang's performance and casually praised him.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaopang's expression changed, and he quickly shook his head, saying, "I am grateful for your kindness, but I dare not belittle myself. The whole world knows that Fengyu's success is because of our boss. With him around, anything is possible."
"Haha, you're absolutely right, Chen Feng, a young talent with unlimited potential."
Wei Dong patted Zhang Xiaopang on the shoulder and laughed.
As the two were talking, the door to Chen Feng's office slowly opened, and Chen Feng stood out with red and swollen eyes, looking as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.
"Who are you, making noise at my door so early in the morning?"
With panda eyes and a dazed look, Chen Feng looked at the pot-bellied guy standing next to Zhang Xiaopang and asked.
Before Wei Dong could speak, Zhang Xiaopang shouted excitedly, "Boss, you've finally come out! If you hadn't come out, I would have broken down the door!"
"My goodness, boss, what were you doing in there? Your eyes are so swollen, they're like the red and black pandas in our Panda Province."
"Get lost! Do you know how hard I've worked for the company's development? And you're still here watching? Hurry up and get me some food and drink, and some hot water so I can sober up."
Chen Feng shoved away Zhang Xiaopang, who was trying to take advantage of him, and said irritably.
Zhang Xiaopang chuckled and was about to leave when Chen Feng grabbed him: "Who's this?"
"Ah, look at me, I lose my bearings the moment I see the boss."
Zhang Xiaopang slapped his forehead and quickly pointed to Wei Dong, introducing him: "Boss, this is Secretary Wei Dong, he's from the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television."
"This is our boss, Chen Feng. Secretary Wei, you two chat."
'Oh, okay, thank you!'
At this moment, Wei Dong became very polite and courteous, and then extended his hand to Chen Feng: "Hello, Mr. Chen Feng. We spoke on the phone before, but I may have used inappropriate words, so I came here in person to apologize."
Chen Feng was taken aback. He remembered that someone had called him a few days ago to invite him to the Spring Festival Gala. The person's tone was arrogant and it seemed that they were actually making a request of him. It seemed that this person had been severely punished by the higher-ups, otherwise why would they have come to Fengyu in person?
"Hello! Please come in."
Since the visitor was a guest, Chen Feng naturally guessed his purpose, but out of courtesy, he still shook hands with him and led him into his office.
After the two sat down, Wei Dong surprisingly felt restrained. Indeed, as a manager in the cultural industry, he was somewhat restrained at this moment. Chen Feng, sitting opposite him, was just an unkempt young man who had been staying up late for a long time, but the unique aura he exuded made Wei Dong feel that he was unfathomable.
"Um... Mr. Chen, what have you been busy with these past few days?"
"I wasn't busy with anything, I just wrote a novel on a whim."
Chen Feng said casually.
Wei Dong was taken aback. "Mr. Chen is truly amazing. Not only is his music unmatched and his art world-renowned, but he can even write novels."
"Impressive... Hmm, not bad. I know a lot of things, these are nothing."
Chen Feng spoke naturally, but Wei Dong was taken aback when he heard and saw it.
Damn, you're getting all worked up just because I said you're fat.
The two were chatting idly, just about to get to the point, when Zhang Xiaopang arrived, carrying steaming hot buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk—a double portion, which he had obviously also sold to Wei Dong.
"Secretary Wei, let's have breakfast together."
"I've already eaten, thank you!"
Wei Dong waved his hand, watching Chen Feng wolf down his food, and swallowed the words he was about to say to get to the point.
Knowing that Chen Feng had finished eating and washing up, he finally found an opportunity to ask, "Mr. Chen, what about the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Secretary Wei, to be honest, I know why you're here. I'm not a petty person. I'm not going to the Spring Festival Gala because I really have something to do."
Chen Feng directly rejected Wei Dong.
"Mr. Chen, please reconsider. We're here with sincerity, and many high-ranking officials have specifically requested that you sing a song..."
"Yes, boss, actually taking Sister Qingning home to pay respects to your ancestors and participating in the Spring Festival Gala won't interfere with each other. I can charter a private jet for you, and you don't need to rehearse for your singing..."
"Shut up."
Chen Feng glanced at Zhang Xiaopang, who was adding fuel to the fire, and said, "Secretary Wei, I'm really sorry, but I will definitely participate in next year's Spring Festival Gala, okay?"
Chen Feng indeed had no intention of participating in the so-called Spring Festival Gala. He was already very famous and did not need a Spring Festival Gala to prove himself. His outstanding musical talent had already made him well-known worldwide. In addition, with "Apple Picture", even people who did not like listening to music knew Chen Feng, a Chinese.
Unbeknownst to many, he has become an international superstar.
Chen Feng's plan is to spend the Chinese New Year at home with his elderly mother. Before he inhaled carbon monoxide, he was a beast who would do anything for a woman. Now that he has been reborn, he is determined to take good care of his mother.
His father died early, and his mother gave birth to him late. Although he was only twenty-six years old, his mother was almost sixty.
The elderly mother had a chronic illness and her health wasn't very good. Chen Feng had asked her to come to the city many times, but she was unwilling to come. She was used to living in the mountains and didn't like noise.
"Mr. Chen, if I may ask, what exactly is the reason you are unwilling to participate in the Spring Festival Gala?"
Wei Dong was still not giving up; he desperately needed to find a breakthrough.
"If I had to ask why, I would say it's because I'm having New Year's Eve dinner with my family."
Chen Feng's casual reply stirred something within Wei Dong; he felt as if he had grasped something.
“Mr. Chen, if that’s the case… never mind. I didn’t expect Mr. Chen to be so filial. We were the ones who were presumptuous.”
Wei Dong swallowed back what he was about to say and changed his story. He had a bold plan in mind that would not anger Chen Feng.
"I'm the one who should apologize for making you come all this way for nothing."
"It's alright, it's alright. It's my honor to gradually become a world-renowned painter and musician."
Wei Dong kept showering him with compliments, his face beaming with joy.
This left Chen Feng and Zhang Xiaopang dumbfounded. Had this bastard lost his mind? Why was he laughing so happily?
Shouldn't you look awful when you get rejected?
After saying goodbye, Wei Dong left the Fengyu Building with light steps. Looking back at the dozens of stories high building, he sneered: "You're so resolute in rejecting me. Wait until I've dealt with your mother, then let's see if you'll still participate."
That's right, Wei Dong has decided to take a roundabout approach. You wanted to have New Year's Eve dinner with your mother? Hehe, I'll invite your mother to the Spring Festival Gala in Beijing and see if you come.
It must be said that Wei Dong's plan was ruthless, comprehensive, and did not offend anyone.
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