"Shang Ju, are you sure it's really me?"
"Of course," Shang Ju's hearty laughter came through the receiver. "Of course, you're our family's benefactor. How could you not come on such an important day? Do you look down on us?"
At the end of his speech, Shang Ju's voice was already filled with anger, and Guan Miao quickly said: "Shang Ju, of course that's not what I meant.
But I thought you would prefer to raise Xixi quietly now."
After hearing her words, Shang Ju immediately realized what she was worried about, "Don't worry, it's just a family gathering, there won't be more than ten people at most.
I am old and can't stay in this position for much longer. While I can still move, I must pave the way for our Xixi."
Guan Miao lowered his eyes slightly and asked with great concern: "How is Xixi's health now?"
"She has gained a lot of weight since she was discharged from the hospital. She looks plump and smiles whenever she sees people. Seeing her makes people feel better."
Shang Ju's tone was full of undisguised pride, but Guan Miao felt a pang of pain when he heard it. "Shang Ju, when is that date specifically? Let me see if I have any work arrangements."
"Okay, I'll send you the invitation. If you have nothing to do, you must come."
"Well, I will definitely be there."
After hanging up the phone, Guan Miao first sent a message to Chi Yi, only then did he realize that Chi Yi had also received the message.
"The Business Bureau has finally emerged from the haze, and we want to use the Hundred Days Banquet to liven it up and tell others that the business is not over yet, so don't take the opportunity to step on them."
Guan Miao nodded thoughtfully, "So, the invited guests are actually there to support the event, to tell them that although the business may be temporarily down, there are still people behind it."
Chi Yi in the video nodded and said, "That's not right. I'm just a celebrity on the surface now. Maybe I can't even be called a name in the eyes of others.
Wouldn't inviting me over lower the level of this party?"
Listening to Guan Miao's self-deprecating words, Chi Yi shook his head and said, "You think too much. I estimate that the people invited this time are all at the level of Zhengju or above.
Although your identity is kept secret from the outside world, it is nothing to people like them. As long as they are willing, they can always find out some information.
If we really can't find out anything, wouldn't that play into the hands of the Commerce Bureau and prevent us from acting rashly?
Furthermore, in my opinion, the probability of the Shang Bureau successfully abdicating is less than 30%. Based on his actions over the years and the connections he has, he will probably have to pay a high price to leave City C safely."
Guan Miao was not very interested in these activities. He just felt a headache listening to them, and directly concluded: "The Commerce Bureau has been pretty good to me, so if they can help me, I will help."
"Of course, no problem," Chi Yi spread his right hand. "He has devoted himself to the business bureau over the years. I certainly hope he can retire safely."
I received an invitation letter from the Business Bureau on WeChat. I looked at the date and it was April 30th, the day after the recording of the variety show, so I still had time.
However, in order to ensure safety, Guan Miao still told Deng Ling about the situation in advance.
"Attending a friend's party?" Deng Ling thought for a moment and asked, "Is this friend reliable? Male or female? Does he know you're an artist? Is he a fan? Is the person he's chasing a rival? Is the place he's chosen safe? Or is the person inviting you out also an artist?"
The series of questions caught Guan Miao off guard. "Wait, wait, wait, let me answer them one by one. Why are these questions so continuous like a string of cannonballs?"
"He's a male friend outside the entertainment industry, celebrating his granddaughter's 100th day. He's probably not a celebrity fan, so the security for the gathering should be very strong. Sister Deng Ling can rest assured about that."
Deng Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, always feeling that something was different, but she couldn't tell what it was.
"Okay, then when you go there, just be careful of the paparazzi and don't spread any rumors."
"Yeah, I promise I won't."
After she finished talking about this, Deng Ling asked about the specific time she would be back. "The day after tomorrow at the latest. I brought a lot of clothes this time, so it's not easy to pack them up."
"Do you need to arrange an airport pick-up?"
"No need, I don't know this road at all."
"Very good. After you come back, take a day off and I'll take you to meet Director Wei and the other little boys. I'll make sure you pick the one you're most satisfied with."
"knew."
With Deng Ling's kind care, Guan Miao and others only took a day and a half to restore the room they had lived in for almost three months to the way it was when they first saw it.
"Very good. Let's check again to see if there's anything missing and then we'll leave for the high-speed rail station."
"OK."
At the C City High-Speed Railway Station, the group said goodbye. "Go back and have some rest. We won't be needing you for the next thing."
"Yeah, we know. See you in a couple of days, Sister Guan."
After parting, Guan Miao and An Jing returned to Chi Yi's side. Guan's mother was busy with her students' graduation theses at the moment and could not take care of her.
Guan's father is still in the research institute. It is said that he hasn't been back for two or three months. After thinking about it, I feel that Chi Yi is the most comfortable.
San San sat in the middle and asked, "How long will this constant changing of homes last?"
"Hmm?" Guan Miao thought about it carefully, "It should be a long time. This is how it is in the acting industry. After joining the crew, wherever the crew assigns you is your temporary home.
Only those actors with extremely high national popularity who have starred in many hit dramas can live in their own homes for a long time. Other actors basically work for two or three crews a year.
So, San San, there are only two ways for you to stay in the same room with me all the time. One, I become the aforementioned super-popular actor; two, I pray that every time I join a crew, they always choose the same filming location.
[Alas,] Life is hard, the cat sighed, [Then you keep working hard, I believe in you.]
[I'm also very optimistic about myself. Once Geng Le sends me the revised script, I can choose a new one after filming is finished.]
"Miaomiao, what kind of role do you want to play in your next drama?"
"I want to play a detective! What do you think about me playing a psychopathic murderer?"
"squeak--"
What answered her was the loud friction sound between the tires and the ground, and the sudden emergency brake caught everyone in the car off guard.
Before Guan Miao could speak, An Jing spoke first, "Murderer? You?"
"Ah, what's wrong? Just me, don't I want to kill someone?"
"Pfft," An Jing laughed very disrespectfully, "You're the only one who kills people? You've even killed chickens before, and every time you either asked the vegetable market owner to help you with it, or just bought frozen ones.
You've never even seen blood, and you dare say you can play a murderer? Miaomiao, I'm not trying to discourage you. Many new recruits in police academies experience vomiting, fainting, and nightmares when they first see blood. These are all mild symptoms.
If you're really interested in this kind of drama, take my advice and start with something easy, don't overdo it right away."
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