There are always many unavoidable things when it comes to acting in the circle...
"Don't underestimate voice actors. What Anjie earns in a year, you can't earn even if you drive a car for your entire life." Mr. Jin said with 70% casualness and 30% sarcasm.
"Tsk, how can I compare to him? You know, I just enjoy driving, not making money from it." The driver chuckled, turned a beautiful corner, and drove into a manor. "What time does it end? I'll pick you up later."
"Save Lulu's phone number and be on standby." Mr. Jin sat up straight and straightened his appearance as he spoke.
The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and happened to see a small piece of decorative fabric cutout on Yu Lu's chest. He stared at her fair skin meaningfully, then agreed with a grin.
Wen Zichuan didn't say a word the whole time. He felt it was strange. If a driver doesn't make money by driving, how else can he make money?
However, now is not the time to think about these things. We have entered the depths of the manor and the car can no longer drive.
The three of them got off the car in the parking lot. President Jin invited Yu Lu to walk in front, and he followed behind with his eyes watching her and his nose watching his heart.
It was completely dark, and the garden was lit up with palace lanterns one after another, making it look gorgeous and classical. It was like walking into the studio set of some palace costume drama.
Although it is winter, the surroundings are not withered. Many precious flowers are blooming among the green leaves. White mist is emitted from the flowing water under the flowers. It turns out that the flowers are grown with warm water.
According to the rules of the manor, each building is a banquet hall, which can only accommodate one table of guests. The buildings are far apart to ensure that the routes of the guests at each table will not cross and will not disturb each other.
"Please come this way." The waitress who came to greet us was also wearing a cheongsam and smiled politely.
Wen Zichuan looked at their high slits and long legs, and could not think of anything else except that they were cold. Maybe they were paid well, otherwise they would not freeze to death just to go to work.
The three of them were led into the banquet hall. It had an antique-style building and neo-Chinese-style decoration. The furnishings were quite luxurious. Even the Pixiu ornament on the treasure pavilion was made of solid gold. Under the light, it sparkled and attracted everyone's attention.
"Sorry, I'm late." Mr. Jin apologized before he even sat down. He put his hands together and bowed to both sides. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the person in the middle and bowed slightly.
"You have to have an explanation for being late, right, Mr. Wei?" Someone nearby started to make a fuss and also looked at the person in the middle.
"Okay, okay, I'll drink three cups as punishment first, three cups as punishment." Mr. Jin smiled and poured three cups in a row and drank them all.
There were not many people at the table today. In addition to President Wei and President Jin, there were two other CEOs with female guests, but Wen Zichuan had rarely seen them.
If we talk about acquaintance, there was another voice actor present - Zheng Tu. After Wen Zichuan signed with Second Voice, he had once collaborated with him "across the air".
About a month ago, a film and television drama entered the dubbing stage, and Xia Qiming served as the dubbing director.
The male protagonist in the play has two stages, a teenage boy and a young adult, played by two actors, one older and one younger, respectively. Zheng Tu dubbed the teenage version, and the actor was supposed to dub the teenage version himself, but he had schedule issues and couldn't come.
Xia Qiming had no choice but to find Wen Zichuan temporarily. Although Wen Zichuan had few roles, he completed them seriously, giving Teacher Xia and the production team a little shock of "great value for money".
Wen Zichuan was in Dengyuan, while Xia Qiming and Zheng Tu were both in the imperial capital. It was inconvenient for them to travel back and forth, so his lines were recorded in the second voice, and the dry sound was transmitted after recording. This is called "remote" collaboration.
"Hello, Zheng Tu." Zheng Tu also recognized him and extended his hand.
"Hello, Teacher Zheng Tu, I am Wen Zichuan." Wen Zichuan shook hands with him and said humbly.
In fact, after "Hao Xue Xing Ge", both fans and people in the industry have been spreading the rumor that Wen Zichuan is Zheng Tu's substitute.
What does "substitute" mean? The service level is slightly lower, and the price is also lower.
If such words could reach Wen Zichuan's ears, it is possible that Zheng Tu had heard it as well.
It was awkward to see the "substitute" and the "real boss" eating at the same table. So after greeting each other, Wen Zichuan didn't say anything more to Zheng Tu.
"Everyone is here, let's serve the meal." Mr. Wei signaled to the waiter.
Wen Zichuan and Yu Lu also participated in some drinking parties between big bosses.
When talking to Yaya, Quan Kidd would occasionally bring them along, but his father Quan Xingteng, a real estate tycoon, had a high status, so most of the people who came were asking him to do something, or asking his father to do something, so Quan Kidd usually sat in the main seat at the table, enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention.
The scale and volume of the second sound far exceeded Yaya's mumbling, but President Jin sat in the last seat from beginning to end today, which showed that all the people who came were heavyweights, not to mention President Wei who was sitting in the main seat.
"Which Mr. Wei is this?" Wen Zichuan asked Yu Lu quietly.
"The boss of Xingyu Feiyu is Wei Jing." Yu Lu lowered her voice, "If you can get close to Mr. Wei, your future will be limitless."
Xingyu Feiyu? President Wei?
Brother Ji’s words are still ringing in my ears. Liu Shixing was spotted by President Wei in the capital and became a signed singer.
Is it such a coincidence? Liu Shixing suddenly came to Dengyuan, and President Wei also came to Dengyuan?
It was hard for Wen Zichuan not to connect these things together.
When Liu Shixing came to his house that day, he asked Xu Jiaxuan to help call the police, but in front of the police, Liu Shixing did not act arrogantly, especially when Cheng Sizhou said, "If you don't want to appear on the front page of the news," he was obviously hesitant and retreated.
What is he afraid of? Is he afraid of the scandal being exposed, or is he afraid of President Wei?
After the meal started, Wen Zichuan, at the instruction of President Jin, raised his glass and toasted everyone one by one.
He didn't know anyone and wasn't good at speaking. Except when he toasted Zheng Tu, he showed respect to his industry seniors. In front of other people, he behaved like a dried orange peel, very dry and shriveled.
But even so, when Wei Jing clinked glasses with him, he still looked at him deeply for a few times, praised him with a "not bad", and then drank all the wine in the glass.
Wen Zichuan didn't want to hear "not bad", he would rather hear "this is wrong, that is wrong", so that President Jin would give up the idea of asking him to drink with him as soon as possible.
However, if there really was something going on between Liu Shixing and Wei Jing, could he use this opportunity to find something to hold against him? Even if he couldn't do anything to him, at least he could make him wary and prevent him from suddenly appearing and disrupting his peaceful life with Cheng Sizhou.
After three rounds of drinks, everyone was a little tipsy.
While going to the bathroom, Wen Zichuan calculated that based on his alcohol tolerance, he would get drunk if he drank any more.
He thought that he couldn't get drunk, but he had to make others think he was drunk.
Assuming that Mr. Jin brought him here with the intention of "getting close" to Mr. Wei, could he take advantage of the situation and seize the opportunity to ask whatever he wanted to ask?
By then, they were all drunk and had no strength, but I was still sober. The worst that could happen was that I would run out and call the police. No one could do anything immoral in front of the police.
But the manor is so big that this plan is a bit risky.
Wen Zichuan scooped up some water to wash his face, took out his cell phone and sent his location to Cheng Sizhou, telling him that if he didn't contact him after nine o'clock, he should come and pick him up.
But before he could utter this sentence, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and snatched his phone away!
"Also...!" Wen Zichuan turned around and found that it was another Mr. Chen at the table. He immediately leaned over the sink and retched a few times, then turned around and leaned against the wall, pretending to be drunk, "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen..."
"Oh, are you drunk? Come here, let me help you walk." Mr. Chen supported him.
Feeling the other person's hand lingering on his waist, Wen Zichuan felt nauseous. He couldn't get angry, so he could only pretend to be unsteady and stagger to avoid his backward movement.
"Slow down, walk slowly," Mr. Chen laughed dryly. "How old is Teacher Wen this year?"
The banquet hall was in front of them. Wen Zichuan tripped over his left foot and deliberately fell forward. Mr. Chen pulled him, and he used the gravity of the fall to pull him down, gesturing as he pulled: "Twenty, twenty... four..."
He held up three fingers but said "four", and it was obvious that he was very drunk.
Moreover, this fall put him in the sight of the waiter in front of the hall. Even if Mr. Chen had any other ideas, he had to give up. So he silently put the phone back into Wen Zichuan's pocket: "This time, your Mr. Jin's flattery has hit the horse's leg."
Wen Zichuan didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and was sent back to the table by two or three waiters who surrounded him.
He lay on the table, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to burp. With Mr. Chen as a witness, everyone believed that he was drunk.
It’s all thanks to the acting classes I took at the Guohua Music Society, otherwise it would have been easy to be exposed after performing for so long.
The bosses all had a good alcohol tolerance. Mr. Jin and Mr. Chen were in high spirits, and the female guests beside them were giggling and kept urging them to drink.
Suddenly, Wen Zichuan's cell phone rang.
The flowing ringtone was particularly eye-catching. He picked up the call, raised his eyebrows, and said "Hello" nonchalantly.
"Zichuan, where are you now? You didn't come back for dinner tonight, so you went to this Heting Manor? Are you guys done? Do you want me to pick you up?"
It can be heard that Cheng Sizhou's tone is quite anxious.
But Wen Zichuan's "play" was not over yet, he could not answer, and someone was even peeking at his mobile phone screen.
"Yeah, okay, okay, I have something to do. I'm hanging up now."
As soon as he hung up the phone, the female guest next to Mr. Chen immediately brought over some wine, first introduced herself as an actress who had acted in a certain drama, and then praised him for being handsome. After a few rounds of conversation, she gave him two more glasses of wine.
The noisy sounds around me became farther and farther away until they were completely replaced by the sound of my own heartbeat.
Alcohol eroded his stomach and nerves. Wen Zichuan rested his head on his arms, closed his eyes, and repeatedly reminded himself not to get drunk or sleep, relying on willpower to hold on to the last bit of clarity.
About half an hour later, everyone had almost finished drinking.
In a trance, Wen Zichuan heard Wei Jing say to open a few rooms and send them to rest.
Then, two waiters came over, carried him on both sides, and took him to the big bed in a guest room.
The beds here are different from those in ordinary hotels. The quilts are large and soft, and they exude a light and dry wood fragrance.
But the light in the room was too dim, and Wen Zichuan squinted his eyes and couldn't see anything clearly. He suspected that he was drunk, otherwise why was there a statue of Guanyin on the shelf opposite?
What hotel would put a Guanyin statue in the guest room? This isn't a temple-themed hotel, right?
My mind was in a mess until someone activated the door lock and the door opened with a "click".
Wen Zichuan didn't have time to react, so he lay on his side facing inward, pretending to be asleep.
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