I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"Good evening, big bosses. Let me introduce you to my fellow countryman, the internationally renowned director Chu Ci, Director Chu."

Several men with big bellies were hugging the women beside them, holding wine glasses, or playing drinking games.

They all stopped and looked at Chu Ci.

"hiss"

Everyone gasped.

This guy is not a director at all. People even believe that he is the top star of Nanhe Club.

The young man had a handsome and slender figure, and even though he was wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, it couldn't hide his otherworldly temperament like a banished immortal.

Everyone looked him up and down, their eyes changing from amazement at first to disgust later.

The air was filled with the smell of burning cigarettes mixed with various sour and smelly alcoholic odors.

Chu Ci's beautiful eyebrows were brought together and he looked around with resistance.

He really didn't like this kind of atmosphere, but he had to come for the investment in his new movie.

He forced a faint smile, lowered his posture, and greeted everyone present: "Hello, bosses, I am Chu Ci."

The bald man in the corner put down the bottle of wine in his hand, pulled Taohua Xianxian's hair and threw her to the ground.

He strode to the main seat and sat down. The woman stuck to him like a magnet. The bald man rubbed his hand on the woman's thigh, and the remaining wine stains rubbed from his hand onto the woman's leg.

After looking at Chu Ci as if he were examining a commodity, he took his hand away from the woman's leg and patted another seat beside him, "Director Chu, right? Come and sit down."

Chu Ci glanced at his hands and frowned even more tightly.

Seeing Chu Ci didn't move, the fellow townsman beside him leaned over and whispered in his ear, "This is Mr. Chen, the richest man in Nanshi! He's the CEO of Chen's Real Estate, the leading enterprise in Nanshi. Chen's Real Estate is backed by Sheng'an Construction Company, the third largest company in the world."

"Every year, Sheng'an Construction racks up hundreds of billions of yuan in projects. It's easy to imagine that the Chen Group is not short of funds at all. As long as Mr. Chen is happy today, your small investment of tens of millions will be a drop in the bucket."

After the fellow villager finished speaking, he pushed Chu Ci.

Chu Ci sat down, two fists away from Mr. Chen.

"Come, Director Chu, have a drink." Mr. Chen used that hand to pick up a glass of wine from the pile of glasses, shook it intentionally or unintentionally, and placed it in front of Chu Ci.

Then he raised his glass and said, "I like talented directors like Director Chu. Your drama is very good. I am very optimistic about it."

Chu Ci saw his fingerprints on the wall of the glass, and when he pulled his hand away, the tips of his fingers touched the rim of the glass.

A trace of irritation surged in his heart. Chu Ci glanced at the glass of wine, picked up an unopened bottle of beer from the table, and opened it with the bottle opener on the table.

"Director Chu, what do you mean? Do you look down on me, Chen? Is the wine I, Chen, poured for you so hard to swallow?" Mr. Chen leaned back on the sofa, his hands open, his legs crossed, looking like someone who was not to be messed with.

Everyone with sharp eyes could see that Mr. Chen was unhappy.

The woman next to Mr. Chen gently placed her fingers on Mr. Chen's chest and stroked it up and down to soothe him. "Mr. Chen, please don't be angry."

Everyone ridiculed him.

"It seems that Director Chu doesn't understand the rules. He wants us, Mr. Chen, to invest, but he's so arrogant. You should just go home and farm."

"Big director, huh? This is the Empire, not the domain of foreigners. No matter how famous you are abroad, when you return to China, especially in front of Mr. Chen, you have to coil up even if you are a dragon. Do you understand?"

"That's right, you're both in charge and in charge. Isn't this just a waste of time? Who is our Boss Chen? He's the richest man in South City, making money by the second. Know your own identity. You're nothing but a begging stray dog, you can't even please your master. Get out of here!"

The fellow townsman who came with Chu Ci also advised: "Don't forget, the purpose of coming here this time is just to have a glass of wine. It's already this late, so don't be so particular about your stinky cleanliness."

Chu Ci glanced at everyone, put down the beer in his hand, and slowly moved his slender fingers towards the glass.