When Zhu Mian was sitting in Gu Qingxu's car, a phone call suddenly came in.
It’s Liu Wei.
I stared at the phone screen for a while, but still answered the call.
Liu Wei probed, "I saw your sudden surge in publicity today, and 80% of it came from Endless Entertainment media. Are you... planning on switching to Endless?"
Xiaomian's tone was as deep as death. "Sister Liu, I know it's not easy for you to return to the workplace. Now there is an opportunity for you to make a comeback. Are you willing to go to Wujin Entertainment with me?"
Liu Wei couldn't believe it. After all, Tingyun was just a mid-level entertainment company, but Wujin was a top one. Could she, a professional agent who had no work experience for several years due to childbirth and had lost her voice in the fast-paced entertainment industry, also make the jump to Wujin?
Liu Wei hesitated and asked, "Is it really possible?"
Xiaomian said frankly: "But I hope you can confess one thing to me."
Liu Wei was puzzled: "What?"
Xiaomian held the phone tightly, but his voice sounded dead silent: "You know I appointed you as my agent, right?"
Liu Wei's heart trembled inexplicably.
Xiao Meng's voice was soft: "Do you know why I must have you?"
Liu Wei became nervous.
Xiaomian said softly, "The opportunity is right in front of us. I've only heard about what happened back then once. Let's make a quick decision. I still have to go to the dinner with the producers that you mentioned."
She slightly emphasized the word "producer".
Liu Wei's breathing became a little rapid.
Does she know something?
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The dinner was held on the top floor. It was called a dinner, but it was actually a cocktail party, and celebrities from all walks of life were invited to attend.
Outside the glass guardrail, lights form a sea, tall buildings stand tall, and inside the house, people clink glasses and chat with elegant ladies in fine clothes.
Thousands of bottles of wine are placed on the huge rotating wine rack for guests to taste. There are colorful laser spotlights placed on the ground on the terrace, and the light beams shoot straight out for a very long distance before dispersing.
The concierge bent down to take the coat and backpack of the incoming guest. The crystal chandelier above his head exuded a golden color, and suddenly there was a sense of prosperity that was detached from reality.
I wandered around the venue during the day, looking for the person I came here to find.
Shi Wang originally didn't want to attend this cocktail party, but 40% of the wine at the party came from Yangliu'an, and it happened to be in Shanghai, so he had to come even if he didn't want to.
Sleeping in the day is searching in the venue.
Feng Chi suddenly appeared in front of her: "Zhimian, long time no see."
With his round head and thin eyes, he looks worldly and shrewd. When he smiles and talks, it seems as if he is about to trick the other person in the next second.
Xiaomen stopped immediately.
He smiled and said, "You're here to see that producer, right?"
Zhumian said coldly: "What does this have to do with you?"
Feng Chi smiled knowingly. His smile was shifty, and he raised his glass and said, "That producer won't come at all, because I was the one who spread the news. I knew you would come and curry favor with him like flies smelling meat."
Zhu Mian frowned and took two steps back not wanting to get involved with him.
Feng Chi approached: "You've been very popular recently, haven't you? I heard that you are the most popular person at the moment."
He placed his hand on the wine rack, looked at the bottle of wine on it, and smiled smugly: "Do you know how I tricked You Xiaomeng into coming here?"
The nerves of daytime sleep were suddenly tense.
Feng Chi looked at the bottle of wine as if he were admiring his own masterpiece. "See this bottle of wine? I brought it here. Two years ago, I told her I bought this bottle of Chateau Cheval Blanc at an auction in Geneva, and she came right here."
Zhuomian's heart instantly sank.
You Xiaomeng is a review blogger who loves to review all kinds of rare and interesting things. Feng Chi is her superior, so You Xiaomeng probably thought that he wanted to promote her, so she went there happily.
Unexpectedly, it was the beginning of misfortune.
So that's how it is.
Anger surged in Xiaomian's heart. "You use shamelessness as a way to show off. No wonder you can do so many petty and thieving things. To you, molesting and seducing a young girl is an achievement. You are truly shameless!"
Feng Chi smiled, his face slightly oily. "I asked You Xiaomeng to bring you here, but she didn't ask. What can I do? It wasn't her turn anyway."
Zhu Mian scolded him coldly: "You are still spreading rumors and stirring up trouble even though Xiao Meng is dead. I was not even in Shanghai on the day Xiao Meng got into trouble."
Feng Chi wasn't embarrassed. Instead, he looked at her like a struggling animal unable to escape. He smiled so nauseatingly, "I just want you to know that everything you do doesn't hurt me at all. I'm not in the entertainment industry, so it doesn't matter if my reputation is ruined. Your so-called revenge is meaningless."
He was very proud, but during his daytime sleep he seemed to see the deceased You Xiaomeng. Her eyes were slightly red, and she directly picked up the bottle of red wine. However, the moment she picked it up.
Feng Chi shouted loudly for everyone to hear: "This bottle of wine costs 10 million, and there is only one in the world. If you dare to smash it, tomorrow I will pay you back all the money you have earned over the years and terminate your contract with Tingyun!"
Everyone present looked over, sizing her up and down, as if mocking her for wanting to blend into high society with muddy trouser legs, and for daring to take it even though she couldn't afford to pay.
And Zhu Mian paused for a moment holding the bottle of red wine.
Feng Chi was about to smile triumphantly.
A tall figure walked out from behind Zhu Mian without hesitation, snatched the bottle of wine from her hand, and smashed it.
In an instant, fragments splattered all over the ground, and the wine flowed across the smooth floor. The impact was so great that it even bounced and scratched Feng Chi's face.
Everyone subconsciously scattered and retreated.
Zhou Meng turned back in shock.
Shi Wang had a cold face, pursed his thin lips, and looked down at Feng Chi condescendingly: "What kind of wine is so precious that it cannot be smashed?"
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