Even if they wanted to delve into the entertainment industry, they wouldn’t have brought in a director for personal talks.
At the very least, it should have been an entertainment company CEO or someone like that. What qualifications did a director have to meet with the BOSS personally?
Driven by this intense curiosity, Zhao Chen looked out the window.
Which director had caught the BOSS’s attention ?
The moment he saw, he was stunned.
At the entrance, it was a man entangling a woman—and that woman was none other than Miss Lu!
Zhao Chen suddenly found himself at a loss for words, feeling like he could no longer keep up with the changes in the world.
Miss Lu had returned!
The BOSS had seen Miss Lu!
And... the BOSS had even secretly helped Miss Lu out of a tight spot!
Zhao Chen had an unspoken question in his heart. Could it be that all these years, President Gu had been waiting for Miss Lu’s return?
"Lu what?" A cold voice, like a warning, came from the back seat of the car.
"...The wind is strong on the road, Miss Shu, be careful!"
The man in the back seat fell silent again.
In that moment, Zhao Chen experienced a mix of complicated emotions.
Miss Lu might have come back, but the BOSS’s indirect approach made it clear that they were still on separate paths, "you on your log bridge, and I on my Sunnie Road."
The BOSS’s inner thoughts were already inscrutable enough, and now Miss Lu’s attitude made it all the more muddled.
If Miss Lu had come back for the BOSS, he wouldn’t have resorted to this kind of approach.
His feelings were complex. The impulse he had just a moment ago, to immediately report this to the madam, cooled down.
Better to wait and see, as no one knew what their future held.
If he did something he should not and it had a negative impact, the madam would consider him a criminal.
"Director Wei." Shuman gracefully and quickly approached, her high heels clicking on the ground.
Before Director Wei could catch up with that woman, Shuman stepped in front of him.
"Miss Shu." Director Wei immediately smiled politely, though he looked at Lu Wanwan’s retreating figure with some regret.
Shuman turned her head, also curiously glancing at the back of the woman.
Wondering which star was so unlucky as to be chased down for casting couch favors.
"Mr. Gu would like you to get in the car for a talk."
"You mean, you mean... Mr. Gu really wants to see me personally? In the car?" He still couldn’t quite believe it.
Director Wei, thrilled, followed and got into the car.
In the limousine, with the divider down, Gu Annan’s hand rested there, holding a glass of wine.
He glanced at this legendary Gu family successor. He had seen much of the world himself, but this was his first encounter with a man who instantly commanded one’s respect, almost to the point of submissiveness.
This man’s presence carried a lethal edge, capable of grinding him into dust in an instant.
"Mr. Gu, I’ve heard you’ve recently taken an interest in big screen investments," Director Wei said with a fawning smile. "It’s an honor to receive Mr. Gu’s favor. The new film I’m preparing will definitely not disappoint you."
"Let’s hear it." After a moment, he spoke sparingly, his eyes never truly focused on him.
Director Wei described everything vividly, growing more confident as he spoke.
He moved from the movie’s selling points to the current market, then offered a detailed analysis of how easy it was to make money in the market now.
Gu Annan glanced at the time; the man had talked for nearly half an hour on his own.
"I hope I haven’t wasted too much of Mr. Gu’s time," quickly grasping the implication of his gesture, Director Wei said, "I just can’t help myself when it comes to movies. It’s all due to my passion for the film industry and years of experience. What do you think, Mr. Gu?"
He was brimming with confidence, having used this spiel before to convince many investors along with the producers.