I'm not a drama god

"Mr. Han, please take a seat." The staff member said, pointing to the empty seat next to Xiao Chunping.

Han Xiang nodded slightly and sat down next to Xiao Chunping. Ying Fu's seat was behind Han Xiang, just next to Yao Qing... After all, one was a student brought by Han Xiang, and the other was a grandson brought by Xiao Chunping, both of them were "family members" of important guests.

After they sat down, wave after wave of people came forward to talk to Han Xiang. Han Xiang was very familiar with this. Holding a wine glass, he chatted and laughed with others, like a prestigious old man who was instructing the younger generation.

As for Ying Fu, who was sitting behind him, no one bothered him at all, which was exactly what Ying Fu expected...

Of course, Yao Qing was the exception who spied on him.

Ying Fu's gaze swept across the guests one by one, and finally fell on the only remaining empty table opposite.

Since Han Xiang's seat was quite forward, with an aisle next to him, the No. 749 seat was directly opposite Han Xiang, and next to him was Sun Zhongliang, the director of the th Bureau.

Sun Zhongliang seemed to have arrived earlier. He was sitting there drinking alone, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.

Now, looking at the entire banquet venue, there is only one empty table, and judging from the situation, as long as the owner of that table does not come, the dinner will not start early...

This made Ying Fu even more curious about the identity of the owner of the table.

Just then, a staff member, sweating profusely, hurried in from the door and went straight to Sun Zhongliang.

"Director...Director, please go and take a look."

Sun Zhongliang, who was already in a bad mood, looked up and said, "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered..."

"It was Mr. Sun. He wanted to bring in a follower who had not registered in advance and whose identity had not been verified... We told him that this was against the rules and asked him to leave the follower outside to wait, but he didn't listen!

Now he is clamoring to go back to the United States, and a group of us are trying to stop him outside, but we can hardly stop him..."

Sun Zhongliang: ...

Hearing the words "Mr. Sun" and "return to the United States", Sun Zhongliang felt overwhelmed. He waved his hands helplessly.

"Forget it, let them come in and add another table next to Mr. Sun."

"That's...ok."

The staff's hurried actions have attracted the attention of many people. They looked at him in confusion as he finished communicating with Director Sun, then ran back to the door in sweat, and began to whisper something.

After a few seconds,

The staff then respectfully led the two people over.

Behind him, a young man in a Tang suit staggered into the venue, playing with a wooden skewer made of unknown material while leisurely scanning the crowd with the small round sunglasses on his nose.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his whole body revealed a cynical temperament... At first glance, I thought he was a genuine young master from Beijing who was out walking his birds.

Behind him was also an inconspicuous young man in a Tang suit, dressed in black and with an ordinary face. He was the kind of ordinary person that would be hard to find if he were thrown on the street.

Most of the people in the venue were seeing this rumored overseas senior for the first time. They were shocked to see that he was so young, and the discussion became more and more intense.

"Is he the Mr. Sun?"

"He looks to be around twenty years old... Isn't it said that his seniority is even older than Director Sun? Is the rumor false?"

"What do you know? Mr. Sun is a Xishendao. It's normal for a Xishendao to change his appearance, right?"

"Too……"

"I can testify that I met Mr. Sun once when I attended a conference more than a decade ago, and he looked like this then."

"So it's a beauty-preserving technique. No wonder she looks so young... Her actual age should be over a hundred years old, right?"

"..."

Everyone's speculations about Sun Bumian continued, but there was only one exception among the crowd.

Ying Fu looked at Sun Bu Mian, who was walking through the venue with a swagger, and his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly...

Of course Ying Fu had seen Sun Bumian before. This guy had caused a lot of trouble when he was in the Didao Ancient Tibetan. However, from beginning to end, Ying Fu didn't know Sun Bumian's name... until he saw him in person, he realized it.

Isn't this Chen Ling's man from the Jiujun era?

Is he Sun Bumian?

The moment Sun Bumian appeared at the venue, Ying Fu suddenly had a bad feeling... You know, Sun Bumian is Chen Ling's companion, and Chen Ling also returned to this era using the era archive.

Isn’t it too coincidental that Sun Bumian appears at this time?

Ying Fu's gaze was directed towards Sun Bumian's unregistered, plain-looking "follower". There was a gleam in his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

The next second, he took out his cell phone and found the two students who were in charge of guarding Chu Changqing in the address book. Just as he was about to make a call, his fingertips stopped in mid-air...

Do not……

No.

If that person is really that guy, then contacting the two students now is undoubtedly exposing Chu Changqing's location!

Damn...

Ying Fu hesitated for a long time and could only give up the idea of ​​asking them to divert Chu Changqing immediately. He put his phone away again, sipped the tea on the table, and watched Sun Bumian and the others out of the corner of his eyes.

Sun Bumian sat down in his seat with a swagger and gave Chen Ling beside him a look, as if showing off.

How about it? I said I would bring you in, so I brought you in!

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling did not expect that Sun Bumian's status in Bureau 749 was so high that almost everything could be settled with just one sentence "go back to the United States". Even his seat was arranged next to Sun Zhongliang.

Chen Ling didn't know Sun Zhongliang, but everyone's name was written on their desk...except Chen Ling's own desk.

After Chen Ling sat down, his eyes quickly swept around.

Soon, he saw Fu Kun, Zheng Zhiqing, and Ying Fu, who was hiding behind Han Xiang and disguised as an ordinary person.

Ying Fu was not a theatrical god and did not have the ability to change his face, so Chen Ling recognized him at a glance. However, Chen Ling's gaze did not linger on him, but naturally passed by, pretending not to know him.

Then, he silently took out his cell phone and started sending messages in the group.

[Group name: The actor's family]

[Chen Ling: The one on the far left of the second row in the southeast corner is the Imperial Road]

[Shen Nan: I saw him, he didn’t look special]

[Chen Ling: He must have deliberately restrained his aura. Don’t keep staring at him, or he will notice.]

[Sun Bumian: Damn, we're having hot pot today! So cool! (#Starry Eyes)]

【Chen Ling: @Good Luck Continuous Daxiji will follow the plan and deal him a blow, is that ok?】

[Sun Bumian: Huh? Do we have to do it while eating? ]

【Chen Ling: Add one thousand kilograms】

[Sun Bumian: I’ll take care of it, brother! (#Like)]

After seeing the last message, Chen Ling quietly exited the group chat, then clicked on Yang Xiao's profile picture and simply sent two words:

——Get started.