C9

This was not just a matter of the entertainment industry. Cheng Xirong had been floating in this industry for 20 years. The people he met had long since broken through the boundaries of the circle and involved all walks of life. From a different perspective, since Cheng Xirong had come this far and stayed on the altar for so many years, the person he was dating must be on the same level as him. In other words, it was a success.

The memorial service was actually a serious exchange of resources. Therefore, a lot of people wanted to squeeze their way in, including Cheng Xirong himself.

Cheng Xirong squatted in front of the Banyan Yang Hotel for a while to clear his mind. He laughed at the golden sign of the Banyan tree and felt that all this was really ironic. Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng got together to kill him. Then he held a memorial service for himself and chose the hotel owned by Zhou Sheng.

Now he had to take over all the resources that he had accumulated for twenty years. Why did he take all the good things?

Cheng Xirong laughed until his chest felt stuffy, stood up and patted the non-existent gray dust on his butt. But when he turned around, he saw Hee Yiming walking towards him. To be honest, Cheng Xirong had been hiding from him for three days, and he was already tired of dealing with this young man who was too energetic.

He chattered on and on, asking all things he doubted or was interested in, not for a quarter of an hour in silence.

Seeing Hee Yiming's footsteps quicken, Cheng Xirong immediately turned around. He was walking with his head down, not prepared for the sight of a man standing in the middle of the road.

It was another tall and broad man. Pann Nanxing's small body was about to be bounced off. Cheng Xirong instinctively stretched out his hand to grab one of Pann Nanxing's arms. The man reacted quickly and wrapped his arms around Cheng Xirong's back, pinning him to his chest.

He was a real person, afraid that he would fly out and put in a lot of effort.

Cheng Xirong was suffocated. He patted that person's shoulder and pointed back at his own throat. The man looked at him expressionlessly, then let go of his hand and took a step back. Cheng Xirong raised his head to look at the other party. His long and narrow eyes were raised, and his pupils were very light, bordering on brown to orange. He wore a baseball cap on the back of his head, covering his neck with his long hair.

Coincidentally, I know him.

Cheng Xirong blurted out, "Fu Zhou?"

A crack finally appeared on the icy face of the other party, and his eyes showed some hesitation. He tilted his head and asked, "You know me? Who are you? "

Cheng Xirong dragged his arm and said as he walked forward, "I've heard Teacher Cheng mention it before."

Fu Zhou frowned: "Which Teacher Cheng? "I don't know any Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Xirong: "Cheng Xirong. He said you had a good book and suggested that I contact you — let's go over there first. "

Behind him, Hee Yiming scratched his head, then turned around and headed towards the hotel's main entrance. Cheng Xirong let go of Fu Zhou and leaned against the pillar, breathing heavily.

Fu Zhou was a director who came from a professional background. He had been a screenwriter for a few years and had written a good online drama. Other than his unique pair of eyes and his signature long hair, Cheng Xirong only understood him this much. The reason why he said he knew her was because two months ago, Fu Zhou had brought a notebook to find him.

The book was a supernatural subject. It told the story of a man who could walk out of his body and solve a crime with a hot police flower. The book was beautifully written, from character setting to climax reversal. Stories have hatred, kindness, hot-bloodedness, amusement, and warmth. Cheng Xirong finished reading in one breath. He was so excited that he was smoking and walking in circles in his room and didn't sleep for the whole night.

Unfortunately, Fu Zhou was unable to give Cheng Xirong the price he wanted. Cheng Xirong wanted to buy the book and make the film himself, but he didn't agree. Cheng Xirong expressed his pity and recommended a few actors to him. He also helped him advertise this book in the circle. After that, he didn't pay any more attention to the young man.

Fu Zhou stood in front of him, blocking the sunlight and casting only a shadow. His tone turned cold and he said: "You know Cheng Xirong? "Who are you?"

Cheng Xirong caught his breath and asked, "A student who was once supported by Teacher Cheng — how are the preparations for that movie of yours going?"

Fu Zhou was silent, and concisely said: "No."

Cheng Xirong looked at him strangely.

Only then did Fu Zhou dispiritedly add, "I wrote it based on Cheng Xirong, he won't take it."

"..." I can't answer it either... The price of a curry may seem empty, but it does exist. Cheng Xirong couldn't mess up his own market. Otherwise, how could he choose a film to talk about compensation in the future?

Cheng Xirong retracted his gaze and looked at the ground: "He wanted to buy it, but you refused — now you can't wait any longer."

Fu Zhou's breath caught in his throat. At that moment, Cheng Xirong had an illusion that he was about to cry.

Cheng Xirong straightened his body and patted his arm with a comforting tone: "An invitation letter?"

Fu Zhou lowered his head and shook it.

Cheng Xirong: "Give me a pen."

Fu Zhou originally did not react, but his thin eyes appeared to be ruthless and indifferent. The tip of his eyes seemed to extend upward like a knife carving, looking stiff and isolated. The next second, he saw Cheng Xirong take out a black card from his bag and was stunned. Cheng Xirong waved the invitation in front of him: "Replying to the gods... I have a condition, after you enter, you must stay by my side."

Fu Zhou immediately took a step forward, almost sticking to Cheng Xirong.

He was being a little too honest.

Cheng Xirong then led Fu Zhou inside. Feng Yi considered many things and even placed two security checks at the entrance. It was fortunate that Fu Zhou followed them. Otherwise, based on Pann Nanxing's delicate face, the staff would suspect that he picked up the invitation while playing by the side of the road.

Everyone present was dressed in formal attire. The men wore suits or tails, while the women wore formal dresses with carefully groomed hair. Cheng Xirongbai wore a T-shirt and jeans. He looked at the baseball cap beside him. The two of them standing together seemed incompatible. Fu Zhou looked around at his surroundings. Cheng Xirong, on the other hand, was quite calm. He walked up the spiral staircase and headed straight to the meeting hall on the second floor.

He was very familiar with the banyan tree. Cheng Xirong came here often before he found out that Zhou Sheng was the target of Feng Yi's derailment. He liked the pickled fish cooked by the chef in the kitchen. If he did not leave A City, he would have to come for one meal every ten days or half a month. After a while, Zhou Sheng was his boss, and he earned half the money for Zhou Sheng.

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and smiled, then gently shook his head.

Fu Zhou looked over with a questioning gaze, but his facial features remained cold and unchanged. He didn't say anything and just stared at Cheng Xirong, quietly waiting for an answer.

The man's eyes speak. Cheng Xirong thought he didn't understand.

The two of them entered the hall. Luckily, Wu did not get a large black-and-white photo to hang on the wall, which made Cheng Xirong feel relieved. Time was up. People were chatting among themselves as the media prepared to launch their next attack. Cheng Xirong was at a loss as he was immersed in it.

Fu Zhou pulled him over, grabbed his wrist, led him to the dining table like a child, and raised his chin.

Cheng Xirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not here to help myself."

Fu Zhou said in a muffled voice, "You don't look good. You're very pale. There's a cold drink. "