Chapter 72

Big fish eat small fish; this is a common competitive behavior in the business world. A company that has just started to make a profit will, if it is lucky, be acquired by other large companies; if it is unlucky, the company will be bankrupt.

As for Washington Technology Corporation, a newly established technology company, when it holds patents that attract the attention of other large companies but does not have sufficient resistance, it usually ends up being acquired by other companies.

After Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto finished speaking, they looked at Chen Zonghao with smiles on their faces, waiting for his decision. The smiles on their faces were the cruel smiles of a hyena after it has caught its food and is about to eat it.

Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto do not think that the young people in front of them have any other ability to resist. They have more say than him in other markets in Europe and America. Although they cannot snatch his patent now, they have countless ways to make the patent their own.

The atmosphere was tense, and although everyone's expressions were calm, the dark undercurrents brewing underneath were so intense that even the other Hong Kong tycoons who were standing around and secretly eavesdropping on their conversation couldn't help but worry for Chen Zonghao.

Mr. Smith not only has a great influence in the Hong Kong market, but his family's influence in other European and American countries cannot be underestimated. Mr. Yamamoto's company is a big company in the technology market. Even if Chen Zonghao adds the Xu family, it is just an ant trying to shake a tree.

The other wealthy people who originally wanted to make a move felt a little pity for the young man after seeing the actions of Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto. It seemed that there were more powerful people who would make a move without them having to make a move. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should feel sad for their compatriots or be happy that they could follow behind and get a piece of the pie.

But no matter what those Hong Kong tycoons think, they all feel that Chen Zonghao can only accept the demands made by Mr. Smith and others, even if it is an unfair clause. They don't think the young man in front of them has any way to break the impasse.

Chen Zonghao, who was being stared at by everyone, seemed to be completely unaware of the undercurrent. He shook the red wine glass in his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the shaking red wine.

It seemed as if he didn't take what Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto said to heart at all. The other onlookers couldn't help but follow his movements and look at the red wine glass in his hand, wondering whether this young man really had self-control or was just scared silly.

Even Smith and Yamamoto, who did not even wait for a reply, had gradually turned ugly. Yamamoto, who had not been treated so unreasonably for a long time, obviously had not much patience. Before this, all the Chinese businessmen who had dealt with him spoke flatteringly to him, and acted fawningly in front of him, but the young man in front of him did not even take him seriously.

Yamamoto thought bitterly in his heart that the conditions he had just proposed were too lenient. Mr. Smith had said before that the Chinese should not be pushed too hard or they would rebound, but should be kept in a pen like sheep, so that they would not resist but would be grateful and work for them.

Yamamoto did not agree with what Mr. Smith said. The Japanese had more of a spirit of exploitation running in their blood, just like their ancestors did. However, Mr. Smith was more powerful than him, so he had no choice but to listen to him.

Seeing that this damn Chinese dared to ignore them, Yamamoto felt that he was arrogant and stupid. He obviously didn't know what he was going to face, so he kindly let him get to know him: "Mr. Chen, I always thought that Chinese people are polite, but this is obviously a wrong statement."

Chen Zonghao raised his eyelids and looked at him. Yamamoto saw a cold and disgusted look in the man's eyes for a moment, but when he looked again, it seemed that there was no such look.

Yamamoto saw the young man's cold gaze towards him, but the words he uttered made Yamamoto almost jump up in an instant.

"Oh, I thought that the robber logic of your ancestors was running in Mr. Yamamoto's blood. We Chinese are being respectful to you by ignoring such robbers. Of course, it's not like you haven't cried bitterly before." Chen Zonghao placed the wine glass on the tray of a waiter who passed by. There was a slight "touch" sound, which made others feel shocked.

What he said shocked the people around him, and they were filled with deep admiration. Even the older businessmen couldn't help but look up to him. It was obvious that what he said was what they wanted to say to the Japanese businessmen.

Normally, when they do business with them, they would beg them like their grandsons, but now the situation is different and they have to lower their status and face for the sake of business. Now seeing that Chen Zonghao dares to confront Mr. Yamamoto head-on, they admire him but also feel a little sorry for him. He is still too young and too impatient.

Now China's world business development is far behind other developed countries, so it is common for these businessmen to be troubled and harassed. Most of the time, they can only choose to swallow it. Those companies that are dissatisfied have long been destroyed.

After hearing what Chen Zonghao said, Yamamoto's eyes suddenly turned sinister. "If Mr. Chen thinks this about our country's businessmen, then I will let Mr. Chen see the real means in the business world."

This statement could be considered an overt threat, but others did not think that what Yamamoto said was arrogant. After all, Huasheng Technology, a newly started company, could not compare with Yamamoto at all.

Mr. Smith, who was standing next to him, also had a bad look on his face. He looked at Chen Zonghao with some dissatisfaction, thinking that this young man really didn't know what was good for him. The method they proposed gave him a place to make money. Look, they didn't compete with him for the Chinese market.

Mr. Smith frowned and looked at Chen Zonghao. "Mr. Chen, you should know what will happen if a small company like yours goes against us. The conditions we propose are the best for you. You can definitely consider it."

They seemed to have good intentions for his benefit, but it was obvious that they wanted to steal other people's products for free, and they used some high-sounding words to cover up their robbery.

Everyone around was worried about Chen Zonghao who was facing the threats from the two men.

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Song Shu and her group who were standing not far away also apparently noticed the situation over there.

Some of the ladies who heard the conversation between Mr. Smith and the others couldn't help but look at Song Shu with sympathy, feeling in their hearts that it was really a one-second heaven and a second hell. She was enjoying everyone's flattery just now, but now her husband seemed to have offended Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto, and the company was not far from being acquired.

Some people just didn't get any benefit from Song Shu, so they said with some schadenfreude: "Ms. Song, your husband is still too young. It's not good to offend Smith and the others."

Someone else echoed, "Yes, young people are still too young. It's impossible to offend everyone in the business world. Alas, Ms. Song should persuade your husband more and not act on impulse."

Some people were not satisfied with them and said, "What are you talking about? Those British and Japanese people don't seem to be sincere in doing business. They undoubtedly want Mr. Chen to give the company to them. They are asking for too much. There are companies that have been cheated by them before."

After hearing this, those who were ready to take pleasure in the misfortune could not continue. After all, they had more or less suffered such experiences in the business world.

It's rude and stupid to come out and say something sarcastic at this time.

Fang Yun was too lazy to pay attention to these people. She looked at Song Shu beside her and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense. Mr. Chen must have a way to deal with it."

Although Fang Yun comforted herself in this way, she was still unsure in her heart. After all, Chen Zonghao was too young and had not yet experienced the ups and downs of the business world. Compared with Smith and other old foxes in the business world, he was not good enough.

Song Shu followed the man not far away with her eyes, seeing him dealing with it calmly and at ease, she was not too worried. On the one hand, the man in the original novel successfully got through it in the end, and on the other hand, the man was very calm and at ease in handling his work during this period. More importantly, she believed that he had the ability to solve these problems, so she was not too worried.

At this moment, the man not far away seemed to feel her gaze and looked over. Song Shu couldn't help but smile at him and looked at him with bright eyes.

Chen Zonghao received her gaze, looked at the trust in her eyes, and smiled.

Some people noticed their looks and couldn't help but marvel at the fact that young people were still in the mood to talk about love at this time.

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Zhou Dacheng from Zhou Film and Television glanced at Chen Zonghao, then turned his gaze to his good friend Xu Changlong, and found that the two had almost identical calm expressions. Apart from the anger caused by the impolite threats from Mr. Yamamoto and Mr. Smith, there was no other worried expression on Xu Changlong's face, which made Zhou Dacheng a little curious.

What happened to his good friend? The company he invested in was about to fail, but he didn't look anxious or panicked at all. Instead, he looked calm and composed. Zhou Dacheng couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't help but take a few steps closer and asked in confusion, "Old Xu, your technology company is about to be snatched away by the British and Japanese, why aren't you worried at all?"

Xu Changlong glanced at him and said, "Old Zhou, how can you tell that I am not anxious? I am so anxious that I want to punch those two foreigners right now."

Zhou Dacheng's face twitched when he heard this, and he cursed in his heart. He didn't see him looking anxious, and his eyebrows moved as if he had thought of something. He asked, "Old Xu, have you thought of a good solution? That's why you're not anxious at all now."

Zhou Dacheng saw Xu Changlong looking at something and smiled. His cheerful voice rang in his ears, "It's true that heroes emerge from youth. You can't even admit that you're getting old. Is there any way? Old Zhou, you must have heard the saying 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'."

Zhou Dacheng was even more confused after hearing what he said. What did this mean? He asked Lao Xu again but he didn't say anything. Zhou Dacheng pondered over his words and suddenly something happened. He couldn't help but look at Chen Zonghao and murmured, "If that's the case, it's a good idea."

At this time, Zhou Dacheng heard Chen Zonghao looking at Smith and Yamamoto and smiling, "Business, you should consider multiple partners. Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto, you are right, but Huasheng Technology Company has more than just you two partners."

Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto were shocked when they heard this and looked at each other. Could it be that this young man had found other partners? No, that was impossible. With them coming forward, who would be willing to cooperate with him without fear of death?

Just as they were about to speak, several voices suddenly rang out from behind them, "Mr. Chen."

Mr. Smith turned his head suddenly when he heard the voice, and saw a man with blond hair who he was very familiar with, walking towards him, accompanied by several familiar-looking people.

The foreigner who spoke first led a few people towards Chen Zonghao and his group and extended his hand: "Mr. Chen, nice to meet you."

Chen Zonghao extended his hand politely: "Hello, Mr. Walker."

After greeting him, Chen Zonghao turned to the other three people who came with him. Two of them were also foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, and the other one was of Asian appearance. "Mr. De Goss, Mr. Wilman, Mr. Ito, nice to meet you."

"Mr. Chen, nice to meet you."

"Walker, what are you doing here?"

"Ito, why are you here?"

Two voices rang out at the same time, one from Mr. Smith and the other from Mr. Yamamoto.

Mr. Smith looked at Walker with wide eyes, his tone full of disbelief. How could his mortal enemy show up at the party he hosted?

Yamamoto was also looking at another man in shock, Ito. This man and Ito also ran an electronics company in Japan, and their products competed with each other. The two could be said to be sworn enemies in the business world. He didn't expect to meet each other at this banquet.

After greeting Chen Zonghao, the man called Mr. Walker seemed to have just noticed Smith standing next to him. He said in a pretentious tone, "Smith, you are here too. No, this banquet was hosted by you. I'm sorry to come here uninvited today. As a gentleman, Mr. Smith should not do such a rude act as to chase guests away."

Smith's face had become extremely gloomy since Walker came. He couldn't help but glance at the young man. He still underestimated him. After hearing Walker's words, Smith was upset, but he smiled. "Mr. Walker, you are joking. Although you came uninvited, I won't do something as rude as kicking the guest out."

The hotel manager who came after him to report broke out in sweat as he listened to their conversation. Although Mr. Walker and his friends did not have an invitation, they were people he could not afford to offend, and he could not stop them since they were clearly determined to come in.

Mr. Walker seemed not to have heard the sarcasm in Smith's words, and said with a smile: "It's OK, Mr. Smith, if you don't mind, we are here mainly to discuss something with our friend Mr. Chen."

Smith's face twitched, as if he was meeting Walker for the first time. The two of them usually ignored each other when they met. Did this guy take the wrong medicine tonight? He actually smiled at him politely.

But when Smith heard his words, his face changed. How could he not know that Mr. Walker and Chen Zonghao had become friends? They were all in the business world, so of course they knew what he meant was that Mr. Walker might have his eyes on Washington's DVD products just like him.

So this is what the young man meant by partner. Thinking of this, Smith narrowed his eyes and took a serious look at the young man in front of him for the first time. He had misjudged him. This young man really has some skills.

Yamamoto-kun's mood was exactly the same as Smith's. Looking at Ito Ryoma in front of him, his expression twisted for a moment: "I didn't expect Ito-kun to come all the way to Hong Kong."

Ito-kun nodded, "Yamamoto-kun is here too."

As they looked at each other, a storm suddenly arose.

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Zhou Dacheng looked at Xu Changlong and said admiringly, "Old Xu, that's what you meant. Mr. Walker's Tuvok family has the same status in Europe and America as Mr. Smith's Books family. Not to mention that De Gaulle's electronics company is the leading company in the United States, and Wellman is a giant in the American film and television industry. The films and TV series released by its entertainment company account for 60 to 70 percent of the European and American film and television market. Mr. Ito's electronics company in Japan and Yamamoto's company are powerful competitors. It's really smart. It's using the enemy's enemy's enemy to defeat the enemy one by one."

After listening to this, Xu Changlong realized that even though he knew that Chen Zonghao had this response plan, he still contacted these people one by one before the DVD player was launched on the market. No one paid attention to him in the beginning, but he persisted in talking to them one by one. Sure enough, his early efforts were worth it. He was deeply impressed by his thinking of taking one step and looking ten steps ahead. This kind of person is most suitable to survive in the business struggle. He is glad that they were not his opponents from the beginning.

Smith and Yamamoto were not in a good mood. Just as they were about to eat the delicious food alone, several competitors suddenly showed up and stopped them.

After Walker and Smith exchanged pleasantries, he turned to look at Chen Zonghao and said, "We at Walker are very interested in Mr. Chen's previous proposal. I wonder if Mr. Chen has time to talk to us later. We at Walker have complete and unaffected sales channels in other European and American countries, and our business cooperation is completely fair."

After the last sentence was spoken, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone could not help but look at Smith, and Mr. Smith's expression could not be described as ugly. Walker's words were obviously mocking what he had said to Chen Zonghao before, that business cooperation was gangster and robber behavior, and that his Walker family would not do that. This was stepping on him to get to the top and please their business partners.

Mr. Ito adjusted his glasses and said, "Mr. Chen, we at Ito are also seeking fair cooperation with Mr. Chen. Of course, we at Ito also have our own sales channels in Japan that are not affected."

After he finished speaking, it was Yamamoto's turn to have a distorted face. Matsushita Aota, who was standing behind him, didn't dare to say a word. It seemed that Yamamoto was in trouble tonight and he had offended others. From now on, the production and sales of this DVD player would no longer be the business of the Yamamoto family and the Books family.

Although the person in charge of Washington Technology Company is young, he is experienced and skilled in handling matters. There is not only one Yamamoto Company in Japan, and there is not only one Books family in other European and American countries. They can use the other party's strength to eliminate Smith and others.

No one has a problem with money. Other big companies will also be tempted by the prospect of making money through cooperation. Rather than letting Books take all the profits and not giving them a share, it would be better for them to cooperate directly with Washington Technology. At least they can get a share of the profits.

Mr. Wilman, who came with the film and television company, also said: "The DVD player manufactured by Mr. Chen is really a great product. With it, our film and television products can be spread more widely, and more audiences will pay for our films and televisions."

Before Mr. Wellman came, the company had already calculated that if a family had a DVD player, then the family would be likely to buy one to five DVD discs for movies and television within a month, and the film and television company could earn at least five dollars for each disc. Just calculating the DVD discs purchased by American families in a year, the film and television company's profits would account for 70% of the company's total profits, and this is in addition to the box office and profits from wireless and cable channels.

And this does not include the huge profits that would be made if the discs were sold to other countries in Europe and Asia.

The current development of film and television is not only booming in Hong Kong, but also in other European and American countries. This also means that more people will pay for DVDs.

That's why Mr. Wilman hurried over from the United States to Hong Kong to discuss cooperation with Chen Zonghao. Their film and television company didn't have much idea about the sales of DVD players, but the DVD discs that came with them were the products they were interested in, and they had to get this cooperation.

Chen Zonghao's expression remained unchanged as he politely said, "Of course, we in China welcome polite and sincere cooperation from afar. Huasheng Technology is looking forward to cooperating with you all."

"Mr. Chen, you're welcome. We at Walker are also looking forward to working with you."

"We are the same as Wellman Company."

They seemed to be having a great time here, but the hosts of tonight's banquet, Mr. Smith and Mr. Yamamoto, were both green-faced. It seemed like they were just making things difficult for others tonight.

For a moment, I was angry and helpless. If there was only Washington Company, they could easily bring it down. But now with the participation of Walker, Wellman and other companies, how could they succeed?

As for cooperating with Walker and his team to destroy Washington Technology and seize it, do they think they are stupid? How to distribute the property after seizing it? What if the distribution is unfair? Moreover, they are mortal enemies. Cooperation? Wishful thinking.

They would rather see a small company take off first than see their rival suddenly take off and leave them far behind to take the lead.

Besides, only a fool would do something where the effort is totally disproportionate to the benefits.

The other people at the banquet watched as the banquet changed from commercial coercion to business cooperation, and of course the target was a different person.

This miraculous development will be talked about by people even after a long time, and the young man who was forced tonight will continue to soar from tonight, and no other company dares to come to discuss cooperation in this way.

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Song Shu said goodbye to Fang Yun and the others in front of the car. Chen Zonghao stood aside holding her bag and waiting. Others who came out of the banquet would always stop and say hello when they saw them.

They would no longer look down on them because of their young age, and would call them "Mr. Chen, Ms. Song" affectionately.

Song Shu would smile back politely, and Chen Zonghao would usually nod with a faint expression. Others would not have any objections because they had just seen him have the same expression at the banquet even when facing the big guys. They figured that this Mr. Chen should not like to smile at a young age, and would only show a little warmth in front of his wife.

Seeing him holding Ms. Song's bag while waiting on the side, without urging her or showing any impatience, the other rich wives were really envious and couldn't help complaining to the one at home: "Look at others, they can make money and love their wives, not like you."

The man quickly retorted: "That was because they were young and in love. Let's see if it will still be like this in a few years."

The rich lady narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "You were never young? Why did you bring all the mistresses home when you were young?"

The man choked and waved his hand, "Go away, I don't want to talk to you about that."

"Oh."

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Song Shu didn't know that they had also caused some small quarrels among other people. After saying goodbye to Fang Yun, she sat in the passenger seat that Chen Zonghao had opened.

After Chen Zonghao saw that she was seated, he walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

As the car drove back home, Song Shu tucked her shawl around her. Chen Zonghao glanced at her and asked, "Is it cold? Do you want to turn on the heater?"

Song Shu shook her head, "It's not cold, no need to turn it on."

Seeing that she really didn't feel cold, Chen Zonghao didn't turn on the heater. He threw the suit jacket he had taken off when he came in on her legs and said, "Cover yourself."

Song Shu did not refuse and spread out the suit jacket to cover her legs. This suit jacket was one of several she made for him after his birthday.

Song Shu put on her coat and thought of his performance at the banquet. She couldn't help but glance at him sideways. The man had his hands on the steering wheel, tapping it lightly with his bony fingers. The lines of his profile were unusually smooth, and he looked at the road ahead with the same concentration as at the banquet.

It seemed that no matter whether he was dealing with a big or small matter, his expression remained unchanged. It was this calm expression, as if everything was under his control, that made Song Shu fascinated for a moment.

Maybe she stared at him for too long, so long that the man turned around and glanced at her, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Song Shu blurted out: "Look at how powerful you are tonight."

After saying this, the man raised his lips in pleasure and let out a low laugh, "Well, thank you for the compliment."

Song Shu felt a little embarrassed and snorted, "Why don't you be more humble?"

Seeing her cute look, Chen Zonghao couldn't help but reach out and take one of her hands, holding it in his palm and squeezing it.

Song Shu was caught off guard when his hand was held in hers. She struggled for a moment but failed to get it free and then stopped struggling. She couldn't help but mutter, "He's driving."

The man withdrew his hand in a good-tempered manner, "Well, let's talk about it when we get home."

Don't talk about it until you get home. Because of his words, Song Shu was still thinking about his words until she got home and got off the bus.

Returning to the back room, she heard the door closing behind her. Song Shu turned around and was about to say good night to him, but suddenly she felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, he had already held her back, with her back against the door behind her.

Without waiting for her to raise her head, the man bent down and lowered his head and leaned towards her. He gently pinched her chin and lifted it up with one hand, and held her waist with the other hand. The warm touch from his mouth made Song Shu's thoughts confused for a moment, and she could no longer think of anything else.

She didn't know how much time had passed. When the man let go, Song Shu rested her head on his chest, her mind was in a daze.

Chen Zonghao rested his head on top of hers and stroked her back with his hands to help her breathe more slowly.

Song Shu couldn't help but bump her head against his chest, venting her temper a little. The man knew he was in the wrong and let her do what she wanted, "Be careful or you'll hurt yourself."

Song Shu choked and stopped moving. She leaned in his arms with her head tilted to the side, looking at their shadows reflected in the light beside her. She said inexplicably, "It seems that we didn't dance at the party just now."

A man's breath came from above my head, "Then we can jump now."

"Ah, how to dance?" Song Shu looked up in his arms and asked curiously.

"Well, let's play some music first." The man took her to the table next to him, turned on the radio and played a slow song.

"You can jump now." Although the man said this, he still did not let her go. He held her in his arms, and the two of them just moved slowly.

Song Shu leaned in his arms, listening to the soft tune in her ears, as if she was trapped on a rocking boat in the lake. She swayed and closed her eyes unconsciously.

When the song ended, Chen Zonghao looked down and found that the woman had fallen asleep in his arms. He couldn't help but reach out and hook the hair on her cheek behind her ear. He just looked at her sleeping face quietly for a while, then bent down and picked her up carefully, carried her back to her room and gently put her on the bed, took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, sat at the head of the bed and looked at her for a long time before bending down to leave a kiss on her forehead, turned off the light and walked out.

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When Song Shu woke up the next day, she only remembered that she seemed to have fallen asleep in his arms, and she had no memory of what happened after that.

After sending Jiahui to kindergarten in the morning, Song Shu still went to work in Chen Zonghao's car. However, she found that the man seemed to be in an unusually happy mood today, which made her unable to help but look at him several times.

When they got on the elevator, they found that most of the people in the elevator were employees from her or his company. They all politely greeted them, "Hello, Mr. Song, Hello, Mr. Chen," or "Hello, boss, hello, lady boss."

The titles were extremely confusing. Employees from the two companies called each other by their own titles. Their employees all knew that the bosses on the next floor and the previous floor were their bosses' husbands and wives.

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao were already used to being addressed by them, they nodded to each other and stood aside.

Although the employees behind them did not know each other, they looked at each other tacitly and sighed in their hearts that their boss was such a perfect match.

After arriving at the company, Song Shu looked over the report submitted by Assistant Gao, and then sat in the office to handle work. At this time, the phone on the desk rang. Song Shu picked it up and said, "Hello."

A polite voice came from the other end, "Hello, Designer Song, I'm Producer Wang Ru."

When Song Shu heard her voice, she remembered that this was the producer of the costume drama "Song Mansion Storm". She thought that she called because the drama had been finished. "Hello, Producer Wang."

Song Shu was not surprised that the filming of the TV series was completed so quickly at that time, because although the filming cycle of movies and TV series at that time was much shorter than that of later generations, the quality of TV series and movies was comparable. A very famous martial arts movie in later generations only took more than a week to start filming.

Sure enough, Wang Ru continued on the other end of the phone: "Designer Song, I called to tell you that the TV series has been completed and will be broadcast on TVB next Friday. If there are any subsequent interviews and promotions, I may need you to attend. Do you mind?"

Song Shu shook her head and said, "I don't mind. If there is any need for promotion in the future, the producer can contact me at any time."

She guessed that these publicity about her might be those ancient costume publicity, which would be completely beneficial to her idea of ​​promoting Hanfu, and she had no need to reject it.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Ms. Song."

"No trouble." After hanging up the phone, Song Shu thought of the Hanfu Festival that the president of the Fashion Design Association had mentioned before. She hoped that the promotion of this TV series would play some role in promoting the Hanfu Festival.

After hanging up the phone, it rang again a moment later, and a familiar voice came from the other end, "Ah Shu, guess who I am."

Song Shu smiled and said, "Congratulations to our big star Tian Tian for her happy death."

Tian Tian on the other end of the phone was extremely surprised to hear her words, and couldn't help but say, "How did you know that I had finished filming the TV series? I called just to tell you about this. It seems that you, Shu, are well-informed."

Song Shu answered her, "Because producer Wang Ru just called me and said that you have finished filming the TV series."

Tian Tian muttered, "So that's how it is." Tian Tian couldn't help but complain to her, "Ah Shu, you don't know, this TV series is the most rigorous I've ever made. The director and producer required a lot of rules. After filming this drama, I feel like I've become half an ancient person..."

Song Shu listened to her mumbling patiently, responding from time to time. Although Tian Tian kept complaining, Song Shu could feel from her words that she was still very happy to be able to film this TV series, and obviously benefited a lot from the filming of this TV series.

The two chatted for a long time before hanging up the phone. After hanging up, Song Shu handled some work.

When there was a knock on the door, she answered, "Come in."

Seeing Chen Zonghao coming in with a lunch box, Song Shu looked at the time and realized that it was time to get off work.

Chen Zonghao put the lunch box on the table and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Did you forget to have lunch?"

Song Shu stood up and walked over to sit on another sofa, and said shyly: "I didn't forget, you are still here."

Normally they would have lunch together. Sometimes they would go to a nearby restaurant to eat together, and sometimes Chen Zonghao would go downstairs and bring it up to her.

Chen Zonghao looked at her helplessly as she acted coquettishly, then sat on another sofa and opened the lunch box for her. "Today we have your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Wow, then I should eat more for lunch." Song Shu suddenly felt that the fatigue from working all morning disappeared after taking a piece of delicious pork ribs.

Chen Zonghao looked at her bulging mouth, which looked as cute as a little hamster, and couldn't help but pinch it.

Provoking her to hit him, Song Shu rolled her eyes at him and said, "What are you doing? I'm eating."

Chen Zonghao withdrew his hand embarrassedly and touched his nose.

The sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the office bright and warm.