Name: My father Yuan Mu

"Don't you trust my ability?"

"What do you think? Although you studied directing and screenwriting at the Central Academy of Drama, you have only studied for a short time. I'm really afraid that you will ruin such a good script." Zeng Li gave him a charming look.

"It's over, you hurt me so much. Can't I be a genius?" Yuan Zhihao pretended to be sad and covered his chest and said exaggeratedly.

"I said you shouldn't study directing and screenwriting, you should study acting. Look at your acting, it's pretty good." Zeng Li laughed.

"Okay, let's get back to the point. I'm not the director. The General Political Department Art Troupe gave me a director, and I'm the assistant director."

"Ah? The General Political Department Art Troupe?!" Zeng Li's eyes widened at that moment.

"has a problem?"

"Oh, no problem, no problem!" Zeng Li quickly shook her head. It seemed that she had underestimated Yuan Zhihao's background again. The other party actually had resources in this area. It was really not simple.

"I have almost all the funds in place, but you don't have to worry. The TV series will still be filmed in the winter. Just clear the schedule after October."

Hearing this, Zeng Li's eyes lit up, because someone had indeed asked her to film a movie recently, and the time would be next month. She thought she would miss that movie this time, but she didn't expect Yuan Zhihao to give her a surprise. In this way, the schedules of the two movies would not conflict.

"no problem."

The two of them ate and drank, laughing from time to time. Yuan Zhihao seemed to have come to his senses and knew how to talk to women. The topics he brought up could often make Zeng Li laugh. Coupled with his experiences and knowledge from his previous life, he often made Zeng Li amazed.

"By the way, Zhihao, what happened to Director Feng?" Zeng Li asked as if she had just thought of this.

Feng Kuazi had called her before, wanting her to mediate, but Zeng Li didn't care about him. Zeng Li was also a grudge holder. She still remembered that day when Feng Kuazi jumped around and forced her to drink with Mr. Zhao.

"Hmph, what should I do? Nothing. Isn't he a big director? Doesn't he have connections? I'd like to see if he can find someone to persuade me!" Yuan Zhihao sneered.

"What if he can't find it? Will he keep denying his film approval?"

"That depends on what he does. If he can satisfy me, I might let him go." Yuan Zhihao shrugged.

Zeng Li secretly clicked her tongue. In her heart, Feng Kuazi was already an unattainable person, but Feng Kuazi was nothing in front of Yuan Zhihao. He was banned immediately after being told to do so.

For a great director like Feng Kuazi, if he cannot continue to release works, he will not be able to maintain his status in the industry, and he will naturally be forgotten over time.

It's okay for you to let him continue releasing albums even if he doesn't make any money. After all, he has already made a lot of money at his level. But if he can't release albums, you're strangling his lifeline.

After dinner, it was already dark. Yuan Zhihao drove Zeng Li home, which was the apartment outside the Third Ring Road. She would only live in the school when she had to attend classes. She lived here most of the rest of the time.

Inside the car, Yuan Zhihao turned on the interior lights, but it was still dim.

Zeng Li drank less red wine, and her face was rosy. Under the dim light, she looked very beautiful, which made Yuan Zhihao a little distracted for a moment, but he knew that this thing could not be rushed, you have to take it slowly.

"Sister Li, we're here."

"Ah? We're here." Zeng Li realized it belatedly and looked out the car window. Sure enough, they had arrived. As she sat up, she inadvertently turned her head to Yuan Zhihao, and their eyes met.

How to say it, the emotions expressed in Yuan Zhihao's eyes at this moment were very complicated, appreciation, excitement, desire and of course a hint of desire mixed in.

From Zeng Li's perspective, Yuan Zhihao's handsome face made her heart pound. The two of them stared at each other silently for more than ten seconds.

Studies have shown that if a man and a woman look at each other for more than ten seconds, it proves that they both have a good impression of each other and have developed feelings for each other. For some reason, this sentence suddenly popped up in Yuan Zhihao's mind.

Then he moved forward as if possessed by a demon, and kissed Zeng Li's lips. Zeng Li did not dodge, and the two continued to kiss.

She slowly closed her eyes, feeling the beauty of this moment. Unconsciously, Yuan Zhihao's left hand was around the other's waist, and Zeng Li's hands were also around Yuan Zhihao's neck.

It was cold outside the car, but it was full of spring inside, which formed a huge contrast for a moment.

It took a long time for the two to separate. You could see affection in each other's eyes, and they seemed reluctant to part.

Zeng Li was no longer a little girl and was not as shy as before. She straightened her clothes as if nothing had happened just now.

"Zhihao, I'm leaving now."

"Well, be careful." Yuan Zhihao nodded with a smile.

"Bye." Zeng Li waved to Yuan Zhihao with a smile, then opened the car door, got out and walked upstairs.

Yuan Zhihao got out of the car after the other person's figure disappeared, looked at the place where Zeng Li disappeared, smiled, then took out a cigarette, lit it and started smoking.

Little did they know that Zeng Li had not left upstairs either. She stood by the window, looking at Yuan Zhihao's figure, with an indescribable smile on her lips.

After finishing a cigarette, Yuan Zhihao stamped out the cigarette butt, got into the car and left.

. . . . . . . . . .

March 5th, 10:34 am.

Yuan Zhihao, who was looking for the next actor, received a call. He looked at the number and it was an unfamiliar number, but he still answered it.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Hey, Mr. Yuan, you haven't forgotten me, right?" An indulgent laugh came from the phone.

Upon hearing this voice, Yuan Zhihao almost instantly guessed the other party's identity. It was Tian Xingwen, the eldest son of Tian Hongyi, the mortal enemy of his father Yuan Mu. He was thirty years old this year, seven years older than himself. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Yuan Zhihao got married late and Tian Hongyi was older than Yuan Zhihao.

Tian Xingwen is different from himself. Yuan Zhihao now plans to enter the entertainment industry, but Tian Xingwen cannot do that. He has no choice. As the eldest son and grandson of the Tian family, he can only pursue a career in politics. He is now 30 years old and is already a deputy division-level cadre.

"Haha! Mr. Tian, how could I forget you? What's the matter? Do you have something to talk to me about?" Yuan Zhihao also laughed.

"Nothing, I just missed you and wanted to catch up with you. Are you free tonight?"

"If someone else wants to come, I definitely won't have time, but if you, Young Master Tian, want to come, I'll have to squeeze in time even if it means I have to."