The headquarters of Dynasty Entertainment is located in the busiest city center of the Imperial City, with the two tallest buildings belonging to the Wen Family.
Not to mention how much these two buildings are worth, just thinking about Wen Fucheng's net worth is terrifying.
Every day, the people lingering in front of the two buildings are more likely paparazzi than fans.
As soon as Ying Zenan got out of the car, a man with a camera rushed towards him.
While walking, he spoke, unable to hide the excitement in his tone.
"Hello, are you here to attend the 'Supernova Show' as well?"
Ying Zenan was confused; he just came for a business trip, what was he supposed to attend? He turned his head to look at his assistant beside him, who, receiving the hint, stood by his side and spoke softly.
"It's an event organized by Dynasty Entertainment recently to find roles for Director Su Mou's annual time-traveling court drama 'Power Struggle'. On one hand, they're looking for suitable characters, and on the other, it's a promotional effort in disguise."
Who wouldn't prefer a method that kills two birds with one stone for the same cost?
Ying Zenan was unimpressed, thinking anyone could come up with this idea, finding it not surprising.
If it were up to him, he could do it too.
Ying Zenan quietly despised Wen Fucheng, and the assistant could easily read the boss's mind.
Glancing at the watch, there were still thirty minutes left until the agreed time.
They still needed to prepare the speech draft.
Before the assistant could speak to the paparazzi in front, an older man emerged from the roadside, lowering his camera along with him. He walked to the side of the young man, pulling him aside.
"Are you crazy? I just went to the restroom and you caused such a big scene."
"It's not, Master, what do you mean? Aren't we here at Dynasty Entertainment to shoot handsome men with high visibility and topics? This gentleman right here fits perfectly!" It's no surprise the young man still doesn't understand the intricate relationships in the entertainment circle. He's only been out and about with his master for two days and hasn't had time to catch up.
The man's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Ying Zenan, who hadn't left yet, to hear.
Young man, you have a bright future!
It's unexpected that even his low-key handsomeness was seen through.
The assistant, seeing his boss about to relapse into narcissism, hurriedly reminded him that time was running out.
When leaving, Ying Zenan had an aura of reluctance to go, as if he could still chat a bit. He was just short of pulling the paparazzi for a drink together.
After he left, the master quickly caught his apprentice up.
"You came early and haven't learned the lesson about Hua Country's second-generation merchants yet. I didn't expect you to bump into Ying Zenan today."
"Master, is he really that amazing? You don't even dare to provoke him, more impressive than Wen Fucheng? He also looks really young!"
The seasoned paparazzi flicked his apprentice's forehead, leaving a red mark on it immediately.
"What do you know, when is someone's ability determined by their age? That's Ying Zenan, the Crown Prince of the Ying Family. There's a saying in the paparazzi circle: Wen Fucheng of Imperial City, Ying Zenan of Hu City, neither can be provoked."
Some people are born winning the race from the start line.
Others are born at the finish line.
The latter refers to people like Wen Fucheng and Ying Zenan.
Born into top aristocratic families, having capabilities, good looks, and staying clean.
They're as rare as a treasure sought under a lantern.
Speaking of which, there's never been word of interactions between the Wen and Ying families, so why did Ying Zenan suddenly appear at Dynasty Entertainment?
No matter the reason, even if captured, no one would dare release it.
"Forget it, let's find somewhere else to camp and shoot."
...
After the small episode passed, Ying Zenan was sitting in the meeting room of Dynasty Entertainment.
The meeting room was spacious, bright, and well-lit.
The staff who came to receive him also had a very respectful and courteous attitude.
If it weren't for the fact that before this, the other side had said, "We're very sorry, our president has to go to the airport to pick someone up due to an emergency, but he said he'd be back soon. Please wait a moment in the meeting room, thank you for your understanding."
Ying Zenan, expressionless, didn't even have time to speak before being forced into a "thank you for your understanding" by the other party.
What more could he say?
Well, then wait!
Now he's the one seeking cooperation from others.
Ying Zenan's mind was already churning, convinced that Wen Fucheng was intentionally trying to show him up, otherwise, why would he have something come up at this exact time?
Unless he tells him he's off chasing a woman.
Annoyed, Ying Zenan pulled out his phone, wanting to contact his unreliable sister.
The phone repeatedly prompted it was turned off.
Ying Jing, who had turned off her phone, had just gotten off the plane and was walking through the terminal with a friend.
In a rush, they hadn't brought much luggage, heading straight to the taxi spot after leaving the airport.
Halfway there, a man in a suit and glasses called out to her.
"Miss Ying, what a coincidence!"
Following the voice, Ying Jing looked over and was so nervous seeing a familiar person that her scalp turned numb.
"Assistant Zhang, you... are also here?"
Zhang Yang.
Wen Fucheng's assistant.
Also the man who was by Wen Fucheng's side at the club last time.
The assistant being here meant he could be nearby!
"The boss is not here." Zhang Yang smiled gently at Ying Jing.
Ying Jing relaxed a bit; her tense expression gradually eased.
That's really... great!
Ying Jing was about to say goodbye when she saw Assistant Zhang's gaze move past her side, looking straight ahead, and raised his hand to wave. "President Wen, over here."
The heart she had just settled immediately lifted again.
Assistant Zhang, were you doing that on purpose?
The person turned away didn't dare to look back, their eyes wandering around.
Until a stranger's English voice sounded, Ying Jing glanced over. She found a blue-eyed blonde staring at her without blinking.
And complimenting her with clumsy Chinese.
"What a beautiful girl."
Wen Fucheng spoke to her proactively.
"Such a coincidence, are you here in the Imperial City for travel?"
Originally, she was chasing him thousands of miles, yet the husband was right in front of her. The joy arrived too quickly, she was a bit giddy.
Everything seemed too smooth, making Ying Jing a bit awkward, forgetting the next step.
Thankfully, her friend stepped in to help.
"Oh, right. The school year is about to start, so we came out to relax with some traveling."
Wen Fucheng nodded to Weiyi, then quickly turned his attention back to Ying Jing.
"Have you found a hotel to stay at?"
Ying Jing casually mentioned a hotel name, a place Ying Zenan often stayed at when on business trips to the Imperial City, and where she would occasionally stay when visiting.
Wen Fucheng turned and patted the shoulder of the young blond beside him.
His tone carried a hint of surprise.
"What a coincidence, Xie Weisi has also booked that hotel."
Huh?
Ah?
Classmate Xie just realized now that he was staying at that hotel.
After hearing Wen Fucheng's words, Ying Jing quickly caught on! No need to rent a car now, there's a live one right here.
"I wonder if there's room for us, would it be convenient to give us a ride?" She was still being a bit subtle, but her friend saw right through her intentions.
Subtle my foot, she was just short of jumping in outright.
"It would be my pleasure." The man said, promptly taking Ying Jing's bag.
The assistant immediately took Weiyi's belongings.
Leaving Classmate Xie staring at his own luggage.
His was obviously the heaviest!
Ying Jing followed beside Wen Fucheng, inner monologue running wild.
Ah, ah, ah~
How could he use such a gentle tone when speaking to a girl who's madly infatuated with him and say: It would be my pleasure.
Ying Jing was about to drown in his words.
It's a whale heading towards the ocean.
It's leaves returning to the roots.
It's Ying Jing yearning for Wen Fucheng.