In a western restaurant.
The sound of the piano lingered in the air, and the crystal chandelier above was so gorgeous that it seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch.
The waiters all stood far away. Even if they wanted to take a look at the table by the window, their professional ethics made them give up the idea.
In the dim light, Feng Duoduo's expression was very subtle.
She ordered a cream cake and was licking the spoon while staring at the man in front of her.
"Actually, I don't hate anyone." This was the first sentence Feng Duoduo said after she sat down.
The man opposite was silent for a moment. He looked directly into Feng Duoduo's eyes, leaned back, and chuckled: "Then what are you doing here?"
His eyes were full of disbelief and confusion, as if to say, if you really didn't have this idea, you wouldn't have come here at all.
"I have a good relationship with Master Yue," Feng Duoduo said as she took the spoon out of her mouth, put it in the cup, and spun it around. "My incident that time had nothing to do with Su Yin herself."
"I really didn't expect that," the man said, his eyes widening, as if frightened by Feng Duoduo's words: "You are still so naive. You should know how many new people appear in the entertainment industry every year, right?"
However, Feng Duoduo didn't buy his tricks and interrupted him directly: "Don't sell me anxiety. I don't think I will become outdated so easily."
The man took a sip of coffee, as if the bitter taste calmed him down.
Then he continued, "Of course, I don't think you'll be completely out of fashion just because of a girl group like that. But you can't deny that they've taken a lot of resources away from you, right? If I remember correctly, you only added one fast-moving consumer goods endorsement this year, but you lost five high-end endorsements."
Feng Duoduo finally failed. The calmness she had pretended to be before was completely gone in the face of her extremely cruel result.
"So what? There are so many newcomers this year, does it have anything to do with them?" Feng Duoduo touched her temples with her hands, forcing herself to stay rational.
"If that's the case," the man said with a disappointed look, "then it seems there's really no need for us to continue chatting. I never thought you and Moonlight Girl had such a good relationship."
"Normally," Feng Duoduo took a deep breath, "but I don't think I need to rely on these despicable means to compete."
The man raised his lips and revealed a sarcastic smile: "Well, it's good to be confident. I don't think you will tell anyone about what happened today, right? Of course, I don't think anyone outside will believe it."
"No, don't worry." Feng Duoduo stood up: "And Hong Haoyu, you are scheming all day long, how can you be like a woman."
After Feng Duoduo walked away, Hong Haoyu wiped the tea traces from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.
"You're already planning to throw yourself into my arms, why are you pretending to be so noble?"
He blew on his cup and said, "It's a pity that Zhou Yiyang didn't like you, otherwise I would have had a good show to watch. A young talent from an entertainment company secretly meeting a popular young actress, this would be huge news!"
Zhou Yiyang, who was at the center of the conversation, had no idea that he was currently having dinner with Mr. Huang and several of his friends.
"I thought you would take me to the second floor for coffee." Zhou Yiyang glanced at the poster in the elevator when he went upstairs and felt that the environment of the western restaurant on the second floor was quite high-end.
"Haha," Mr. Huang said disapprovingly, "Lao Yang, since this is your first time here, you've really been fooled by the advertisement. I've been here three times, and their most high-end restaurant is still the tea restaurant on the 18th floor. The chefs are all Michelin-starred, and all the ingredients are air-freighted. Only people who stay here for the first time will go to the second floor."
Obviously, in Mr. Huang's eyes, he looks down on anyone who goes to the second floor.
Zhou Yiyang remained noncommittal, but he did understand that it was normal for Mr. Huang, a kid from a wealthy family who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, to have high standards.
I just wonder if he privately looks down on me as the boss of an entertainment company!
"Let me introduce you," Mr. Huang said, pushing Zhou Yiyang to the front after everyone had arrived. "Zhou Yiyang, the boss of Yiyang Entertainment, a young talent from Shencheng."
Zhou Yiyang glanced at the two people opposite him. One of them had a bag hanging around his waist and was wearing flip-flops. Every move he made exuded a sense of market savvy.
He and the well-dressed Mr. Huang don't look like the same kind of people.
The guy next to him was much more "normal", with gold-rimmed glasses, a spotlessly clean suit and leather shoes.
When the two saw Zhou Yiyang, they quickly smiled appropriately.
Mr. Huang smiled and introduced the two to Zhou Yiyang: "This is Mr. Fu, the eldest son of a wealthy family in Huadu. Don't be fooled by his casual attire, he does have a private jet."
Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows and shook hands with Mr. Fu.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu spoke at this time: "I know the girl group in your company. I have even seen their movies."
This was something Zhou Yiyang didn't expect. He thought that these rich second-generations had no interest in the entertainment industry!
"They have great potential," Fu Shao paused, "I'm optimistic that they'll be nominated for the Golden Elephant Awards in the future."
Zhou Yiyang nodded, still a little confused. At this time, Mr. Huang said lightly:
"I forgot to mention that he lives in Hong Kong all year round and has invested in many Hong Kong films. He has a good relationship with the judges of the Golden Elephant Awards."
Mr. Huang then introduced another person next to him: "This is my brother's childhood friend, Brother Mang. He's a well-known talent in the Beijing circle."
Beijing circle?
Zhou Yiyang looked over with interest. He didn't expect to meet someone from the Beijing circle here.
Today, the Beijing circle is definitely the most powerful among the major director circles.
However, Mr. Huang introduced two people in the same circle to me at once, and they are not from the same faction. What is his intention?
Zhou Yiyang smiled faintly on the surface, but his mind was working rapidly.
"Hello, Brother Mang." Zhou Yiyang's attitude was obviously better than before.
Mang Ge hummed, but didn't shake hands. However, he explained: "I have mysophobia."
"You must know Brother Mang's father." Mr. Huang leaned close to Zhou Yiyang's ear and said a name.
Zhou Yiyang's pupils widened instantly. He had indeed heard this name before, on the news program of China TV.
No wonder Mr. Huang, who comes from a distinguished family, is so kind to this reckless guy.
"My father has nothing to do with me," Mang Ge said seriously, "I'm a screenwriter now. I've read all the scripts and lyrics you've written."
"Ah," Zhou Yiyang didn't expect the other party to read this. "What do you think?"
"You are so talented, why are you obsessed with writing commercial scripts?" Brother Mang was very angry. He got angry when he saw Zhou Yiyang.
This person can obviously write a song like "Dawn", but in the end he wrote a script for a commercial TV series like "Ode to Joy".
Can't he have higher aspirations?
"Art films are the artistic pursuit of a qualified director!" Brother Mang said passionately.
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