Early the next morning, Yu Qinghuan went to the national station. The receptionist enthusiastically took him to the conference room and asked him to wait for a moment as the person in charge would be here soon.
Yu Qinghuan nodded to show that he understood, and found a seat near the door and sat down.
This incident happened so suddenly that he still hasn't figured out what happened.
In the past, the national station has selected many cultural ambassadors, but most of them are very old people with great achievements in the arts. This is the first time I choose an actor of his caliber.
Just as he was wondering, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and the person in charge strode in. When he saw Yu Qinghuan, the smile on his face suddenly became extremely bright, "Qinghuan is here, no need to stand up, sit down."
It was Zhang Dong who went with him and Zhao Rui to promote the film during their last trip to Macau.
"Hello." Yu Qinghuan shook hands with him and pulled out the chair next to him.
He had not had much contact with Zhang Dong before. He only remembered that he spoke in a strong official tone and in a condescending manner, looking down on little actors like him.
How come your attitude changed so quickly today? Did anything special happen?
"Qinghuan, 'Life and Death Line' has done well. Congratulations." The fat on Zhang Dong's face was squeezed into a ball. He looked at Yu Qinghuan with great satisfaction, as if he was looking at his own junior. "The entertainment industry needs talents like you right now."
As he spoke, he actually pulled the chair forward, getting closer to Yu Qinghuan.
"No, you're seriously ill." Yu Qinghuan replied dryly without changing his smile.
He was a little embarrassed by Zhang Dong's enthusiasm. He wanted to step away, but he couldn't refuse his face, so he had to get straight to the point and asked: "Brother Dong, what do I need to do today?"
"There are a lot of things to do, but they are not difficult. Someone will take you there when the time comes," Zhang Dong took a sip of water, "I'll tell you the general process later."
After a pause, his eyes lingered on Yu Qinghuan, and then he changed the subject: "Qinghuan, you have to know that the title of overseas cultural ambassador is not something that anyone can get!"
He stretched out his hand and patted the back of Yu Qinghuan's hand with deep meaning.
Yu Qinghuan pulled his hand back quickly, and his expression immediately turned cold.
He asked what was going on. It turned out that Zhang Dong wanted to take advantage of him? But that’s not right. Zhang Dong didn’t have any reaction the last time he saw him. How could he suddenly fall in love with him?
Yu Qinghuan frowned slightly, sat a little further away from Zhang Dong, and said while trying to suppress his nausea: "Brother Dong, let's talk about the process first."
Zhang Dong never expected that Yu Qinghuan would not respond. He endured and endured, and finally swallowed all the words in his heart. He nodded and said, "Okay. After this matter is confirmed today, we will hold an overseas cultural ambassador awarding ceremony and broadcast it during the prime time of National Channel 1. Next, around September or October, we need to go abroad for promotion."
After a pause, he began to speak in an official tone again, "I fought hard to get this for you. Look, there are so many actors in the entertainment industry, but who can get on the national TV? Look..."
Before he could finish his words, Yu Qinghuan interrupted him and said, "Thank you, Brother Dong, for your support." He took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it. He said, "Sorry, my agent has something urgent to talk to me about. I have to go out first."
After saying that, he stood up and was about to walk out.
"Hey, Qinghuan, wait a minute!" Zhang Dong got anxious when he saw him leaving, and hurriedly chased after him to stop him, "Don't go yet, I have something else to tell you!"
When Yu Qinghuan heard this, he immediately became more alert.
Apart from being a cultural ambassador, what else could Zhang Dong want from him? !
He held the door handle, opened the door a crack, and said calmly: "Brother Dong, go ahead and talk. I'm listening."
"Close the door first," Zhang Dong walked around the corner of the table and came in front of him, winking at him, "It would be bad if others heard this."
This time, Yu Qinghuan's patience was finally exhausted.
In his previous life, he had encountered many such things, and each time he managed to hide himself and avoid them riskily. But in this life, he doesn't plan to wrong himself like this again.
In this world, except Huo Qu, nothing can make him compromise!
Yu Qinghuan looked at Zhang Dong coldly with a dagger-like gaze. Just as he was about to speak, the girl who had just received him suddenly knocked on the door outside, stuck her head in through the crack in the door, and whispered, "Sorry, Brother Dong, excuse me, um... Teacher Cen wants to come over to see Qinghuan."
Zhang Dong was a little unhappy about her appearance, but he was stunned when he heard her words, "Which teacher Cen?"
The girl's eyes sparkled as she said, "Cen Feng, Teacher Cen."
"Hurry! Let Teacher Cen in!" Zhang Dong rubbed his hands, the fat on his face trembled with excitement. He almost wished he could grow a pair of wings from his back and fly directly to Cen Feng.
Cen Feng was waiting outside. She was in very poor health and was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by a nurse.
Although she is over sixty years old and still looks sickly, Cen Feng is still beautiful. She was a dancer and had maintained a very good figure. Even though she couldn't move freely now, she couldn't conceal her charming temperament.
"Yu Qinghuan?" She looked up and found Yu Qinghuan accurately. She touched the ring on her finger that she had lost and found again and smiled at him: "Thank you very much. This ring is more important to me than my life."
Cen Feng's husband is famously good to her. When Cen Feng was young, she didn't want to have children for fear that it would ruin her figure. Her husband not only agreed without hesitation, but even went for a vasectomy.
One man took on all the pressure from both families just to make his wife happy.
It was a pity that he only lived to be in his forties and died of liver cancer, leaving Cen Feng alone in this world, only able to survive by relying on his old things.
Losing the wedding ring was a huge blow to Cen Feng. If she couldn't find the ring, she would probably never be able to close her eyes even if she died.
"It's nothing, Teacher Cen." Facing Cen Feng, Yu Qinghuan's expression finally relaxed. He knew how precious the gift from his lover was, and he understood her mentality, "In fact, I didn't find the ring alone. Everyone in our crew contributed to it."
Hearing him say this, the smile on Cen Feng's face softened.
She knew very well that the people around her now were actually attracted by her status, and none of them really cared about her. Therefore, it was very rare for her to find someone like Yu Qinghuan, who helped her but did not take credit for it.
Cen Feng looked up at Yu Qinghuan. She had read all the information about him the whole day yesterday. It was hard for her to believe that there would be such a good boy in the entertainment industry today, so she couldn't wait to meet him today.
Sure enough, she was not disappointed.
"This is my number," she handed a simple business card to Yu Qinghuan, "Come and chat with me when you have time. I heard that you like spicy food. I cook very good Sichuan cuisine."
Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then took the business card respectfully.
He originally thought that Cen Feng would mention the money, and might even provide him with a large amount of resources, so that they would owe each other nothing, but she did none of that.
But it was this that made Yu Qinghuan feel comfortable from the inside out.
"Thank you, Mr. Cen. I will go."
Cen Feng smiled and nodded at him, then looked at Zhang Dong, "Xiao Zhang, did you have something to do with Qing Huan just now?"
As early as when he entered the door, Cen Feng noticed that Yu Qinghuan looked a little unhappy, so he guessed that he might have encountered something bad. Yu Qinghuan had helped her so much, so she could still stand up for him in this small matter.
"No, no," Zhang Dong scratched his head shyly. He was too embarrassed to say it, but under Cen Feng's gaze, he gritted his teeth and poured out his thoughts: "Teacher Cen, please don't laugh at me. I've been very unlucky recently, so I wanted to get close to Qing Huan to improve my luck. By the way... it would be even better if he could write a blessing for me."
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
He looked at Zhang Dong in disbelief, "Brother Dong, is this all you want to tell me?"
Zhang Dong was also stunned by his shocked tone, "Yeah, what else is there?"
He looked at Yu Qinghuan, who had a frown on her face, and then at Cen Feng, who seemed to be smiling, and suddenly he had an idea, "Qinghuan, you don't, you don't think I want to take advantage of you, do you?"
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
The way he touched my hand and tried to get close to me, anyone would think in this way!
Zhang Dong: "I really didn't! If I want to have sex with someone, I'll have sex with a female celebrity! Ugh! No, Mr. Cen, I said the wrong thing. How could I do such a thing! I won't have sex with any male or female celebrity!"
A ridiculous misunderstanding was resolved. Cen Feng chatted with Yu Qinghuan for a while and then left the studio.
Yu Qinghuan stayed in the office for the whole day, busy running various programs. He did not return home until after ten o'clock in the evening, yawning.
I opened the door and found that the lights in the living room were on, but there was no one sitting on the sofa.
Yu Qinghuan thought Huo Qu forgot to turn off the lights before going to bed, so she quietly changed her shoes and turned off the lights. Just as she was about to go directly to the bathroom to take a shower, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open and Huo Qu walked out.
Yu Qinghuan was stunned, "You didn't sleep?"
It was already Huo Qu's usual sleeping time, so he should be asleep by now.
"Wait for you to come back." Huo Qu smiled at him, revealing the round dimples on his face.
He stepped aside to let Yu Qinghuan in and pointed to the head of the bed, "Qinghuan, do you want to take a shower? Your pajamas are there, and I'm afraid you won't be able to find them."
After a pause, he scratched his arms uncomfortably and whispered to Yu Qinghuan, "Please hurry up, I really want to sleep."
Huo Qu was not sleepy, he just had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. I can’t stand things being untidy, and I can’t stand missing the scheduled time to do things.
That was why when he just moved in, Huo Rong repeatedly told Yu Qinghuan to make sure he went to bed at nine o'clock.
But now, Huo Qu, for his sake, endured this instinctive discomfort until he came back.
Yu Qinghuan closed his eyes. He remembered that he was still envious of Cen Feng today. But in fact, he didn't need to envy anyone at all. Huo Qu had made him the happiest person in the world.
Suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, he hurried into the bathroom: "I'll be done in a minute."
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