Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"Everyone has come here with a business plan. True gold fears no fire. If you carefully analyze it, you will definitely make money." She smiled and moved aside, indicating, "Come on, let's go inside and talk."

After all those contemptuous looks were gone, Mother Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief. With a look of gratitude and dependence on her face, she whispered, "Ms. Ruan, thank you so much."

She was dejected. "Hey, I've fought with Lao Liu all my life. Even though I'm rich, I'm still different from these ladies. They look down on me. Their eyes are like knives. I don't even dare to breathe."

"What's the matter? We're all human beings. You don't have anything to ask of them." Ruan Xingchen actually liked her straightforwardness and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid of them."

"You're right." Mother Liu's face lit up and she clapped her hands. "Smart people are always different from dumb people like me. Every time I talk to you, I feel like everything is suddenly enlightened."

"By the way, I've already divorced that bastard from my family. Since we've been married for so many years, I didn't ask him to leave the house. I gave him two houses, and the company belongs to him."

She spoke lightly, but there was a hint of fatigue between her brows: "Ms. Ruan, please don't call me Mrs. Liu from now on... My maiden name is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Shumei."

"Ms. Zhou." Ruan Xingchen nodded slightly and said gently, "Congratulations."

Finally I was able to break free and enjoy a better life.

Zhou Shumei couldn't help but laugh, and said with a sense of relief: "Congratulations."

The two of them were the last to come. When they turned the corner and entered the hall, they saw a fat man in a suit and tie blocking their way.

"Feng Chen, you're here looking for investment with your crappy script again?"

The man named Feng Chen was in his thirties, handsome and elegant, with long and thick eyelashes that made his eyes look melancholy and deep.

He had obviously taken good care of himself for this opportunity, but he still looked a bit decadent and dejected.

The suit he was wearing was cheap and ill-fitting, and it made him look even more shabby.

Feng Chen smiled bitterly: "Wang Zheng, you are here too."

Wang Zheng chuckled, pinching a cigar in his hand, and said slowly, "Hey, isn't filming a new movie about to start? Come over and ask for investment."

"Luckily, there's a lady who has a keen eye for gold and is planning to invest five million in me." Wang Zheng's eyes were smug as he looked down at his old classmate. "What about you? Did you secure any investment?"

"Brother, after all, we used to sleep in bunk beds. I'm telling you the truth. These things you're filming are no longer popular now!" Shaking his chubby head, he said with a smile, "If you ask me, you should just stop struggling and come help out on my set. It's hard to say about other positions, but being a handyman still has its place! You can earn a living."

He sounded like he was showing sympathy and offering to help this old classmate, but in reality he was just showing off.

My roommate in college, Feng Chen, was the teacher's favorite, the top student in his grade, and a man of both talent and good looks in the eyes of girls.

Where is he? He's fat, ugly, has mediocre grades, and no such person exists.

So what? Now he was thriving, making a killing, while Feng Chen was left living in the basement, struggling with his crappy literary scripts and struggling to get a single cent of investment.

"I want to try again." Feng Chen smiled bitterly.

It's not that he didn't notice the malice of the person in front of him.

Over the years, he has heard too much sarcasm and too much rejection.

The carefully written script was despised by others, his old classmates became successful, but he was eating instant noodles and could hardly afford to live in the basement.

Thinking of the phone call from home a few days ago, his eyes dimmed. If he still couldn't get investment this time, he might really...

He sighed, his melancholy eyes becoming even more heartbreaking, but he still insisted: "We are all classmates, and I have a word of advice for you. You can't keep shooting those films..."

He earnestly advised: "We are all students of art, and we cannot allow bad money to drive out good money. Relying on traffic to make some bad movies is a stain on the market and is also destroying the future of China's film and television industry."

"Stop preaching like that!" Wang Zheng's expression changed, no longer concealing his disdain. He sneered, "Are you a great talent giving lectures again? Your script is great, so why hasn't anyone invested in the film? You think my film is terrible, but the market is happy to support me."

"My movies are all hits, what about you, great talent?" He was disdainful and contemptuous, patting his face with his fat palm, almost insultingly. "Have you filmed your movie yet? Has it started shooting? What's the name? I'll help promote it for you on Weibo someday, okay?"

He laughed in a sinister way.

Feng Chen lowered his head, speechless for a moment.

He can’t even eat, how can he turn on the computer?

"Hmph, I'm giving you a little face just because we're old classmates, and you really think you can run a dyeing factory? Are you worthy enough to teach me?" Wang Zheng said arrogantly, "I'm now a big director favored by Xingxiu Entertainment. I'm talking to you out of respect. How dare you lecture me?"

Xingxiu Entertainment?

Hearing the name of this company, Ruan Xingchen's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Isn't this the same unscrupulous company that exploited Shen Nai in her previous life? It's said they have a nasty reputation, using contracts full of traps to manipulate young men and women who have just entered the entertainment industry to pursue their dreams.

Many of its artists are struggling, trapped in the despair of depression.

In the past life, several well-known artists committed suicide, and the situation became so catastrophic that it was out of control. This company also suffered a lot.

"Ms. Huo."

Aunt Huo happened to be arriving with the ladies. Wang Zheng immediately revealed a fawning smile and said, "Ladies, look! My old classmate is here again to solicit investment... You're all familiar with him, right? He's obsessed with art films, and he's asking for exorbitant amounts of money. Ladies, please don't be fooled!"

Feng Chen is indeed an acquaintance.

In order to attract investment, he sought help from people everywhere and attended this afternoon tea many times.

Every time I come here with hope, I leave with disappointment.

"If you don't want to hear it, then I won't tell you." Feng Chen's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth in shame: "We're classmates, why do you have to humiliate me like this?"

"Humiliation? Deliberate bullying is humiliation." Wang Zheng grinned. "Truthfully, how can it be called humiliation? I'm just giving you ladies a heads up. Besides... look for yourself. Is there anyone in this audience willing to give you even a dime? Huh?"

The field was filled with his arrogant laughter.

Aunt Huo and the other noble ladies did not think it was wrong. They stood on one side in a glamorous manner, with the same polite yet arrogant smile on their faces.

Cold and distant, the upward curves are very similar, like masks painted on the face.

Feng Chen felt that the world before him had become absurd and ridiculous. He clung tightly to the script he had worked so hard on, his heart filled with despair.

At this moment, a clear female voice suddenly rang out: "Who said no one is willing to invest in him? I am willing."

Her voice is not loud, but it is very penetrating, emphasizing slowness and elegance, which makes people unconsciously focus their attention on her.