Ji Juntao froze for a second, then his face turned green: "How could it be him? How could it be him—what bad luck!"
Shang Yechu took out a bottle of eye drops and began to tilt her head back to put them into her eyes: "So don't get your hopes up too high."
Shang Yechu squeezed eye drops all over her face. Ji Juntao, annoyed, slapped the eye drops away: "Alright, stop squeezing. Where's Zheng Bohan? What's his attitude?"
"He's acting like a debt collector. I don't know what I did to offend him. His face is terrifyingly dark." Shang Yechu said discontentedly, "What are you doing? Eye care is very important; an actor's eyes are—"
"No buts," Ji Juntao said. "The bottle you're using is mine."
Shang Yechu was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped her eyes. Ji Juntao was nearsighted by more than 600 degrees, and the eye drops he used were different from those Shang Yechu used.
Ji Juntao slammed his fist on the steering wheel in frustration: "What bad luck!"
“Xu Hanwen is one thing,” Shang Yechu complained while wiping her eyes, “How much did Wei Xuan’s company bribe Liu Zihang? Can’t we fill this gap?”
“I almost forgot to tell you about this. I just found out,” Ji Juntao sighed, “Wei Xuan and Liu Zihang are from the same hometown.”
"Is being from the same hometown really that valuable?" Shang Yechu, who had little sense of belonging to his hometown, questioned. "Then I could say that Ruguan is my spiritual hometown, and Liu Zihang and I are from the same hometown."
"Stop being cheeky." Ji Juntao slapped Shang Yechu on the back. "Guanjun Century donated this amount of supplies to the hometowns of Wei Xuan and Liu Zihang."
Ji Juntao spread his fingers and made an "eight" shape.
"Eight hundred thousand?" Shang Yechu gasped. "No wonder Liu Zihang worked so hard."
Qingping Entertainment could afford to come up with that money. But Shang Yechu wasn't from Ruguan, and suddenly donating money and gifts to them at this critical juncture would be nothing short of a joke.
Shang Yechu buried her head in her arms in anguish: "Sigh... I'm so nervous and have no confidence at all."
Just as Ji Juntao was about to say a few words of comfort to Shang Yechu, he suddenly saw a familiar figure through the glass.
"Hey, isn't that Shi Shan?" Ji Juntao patted Shang Yechu, gesturing for her to look. "He's here too?"
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention." Shang Yechu looked up at Ji Juntao, her expression somewhat confused. "Shi Shan suddenly struck up a conversation with me. I don't know him at all, so I just brushed him off. Do you know him?"
"Shi Shan hit on you?"
Ji Juntao's expression suddenly turned strange. Joy, surprise, wariness, doubt, anger, disdain, disgust, smugness... a variety of expressions intertwined, making her delicate features almost distort.
Shang Yechu had never seen anyone's face display such a rich array of emotions at once!
"Your expression right now looks like a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall." Shang Yechu waved her hand in front of Ji Juntao's face. "Hehe! What are you thinking about?"
Ji Juntao snapped out of his daze and grasped Shang Yechu's hand.
"Old Ye, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"
Shang Yechu was baffled: "Bad news?"
"Alright, let's keep the good news. I can't hold it in any longer." Ji Juntao squeezed Shang Yechu's hand.
Then why are you even asking? Shang Yechu almost rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What good news? Have your bunch of shrimp soldiers finally gotten to the point?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm talking about you—you!" Ji Juntao grabbed Shang Yechu's hand and shook it. "You've most likely got the role!"
"Huh?" Shang Yechu couldn't understand Ji Juntao's logic at all. "Shi Shan hit on me, so I have a chance? Even if he's some kind of prince or emperor emeritus, it doesn't have to be that serious, does it?"
Ji Juntao: "..."
Shang Yechu's inner alarm bells went off. She warily withdrew her hand and frowned, saying, "Hey, Ji Juntao, you're not trying to cause me any trouble, are you?"
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