Tang Li remembered the scene from her past life where she saw him through the car window outside Tan Palace, and couldn’t help but say, "If you meet such a person, let him understand you, not to dispel loneliness, but just to let him know your intentions.
Perhaps emotions are useless, but they are also an indispensable part of life. Being too rational often means missing out on a lot of fun."
Song Baiyan looked back at her: "Students always have their own ideas, and the most troublesome are the teachers who preach and teach."
The man’s smile allowed Tang Li to detect a hint of tenderness amidst the warmth.
She lowered her head to take a sip of tea, her cheeks were warm, but her words were serious: "I was just pointing out what was inappropriate in what you just said."
Song Baiyan said, "You still know how to argue with me; it seems the audition didn’t really affect you much."
After the dessert arrived, Song Baiyan received a call. He didn’t leave the private room and took it right there.
Tang Li figured out it was a New Year’s greeting among friends in the political field.
Just then, the waiter came to inquire about the bill.
From his coat, Song Baiyan took out a wallet, pulled out a card, and handed it to Tang Li with a clear intent for her to follow the waiter to settle the bill.
It was a black card for Fuyuan’s platinum members.
Standing at the service counter, Tang Li was joined by two men also settling their bills, making polite offers to pay, the commotion causing her to look over, and she locked eyes with a portly middle-aged man.
He was the producer from today’s audition site.
The man saw Tang Li and recognized her as well.
"Miss, your card," the cashier handed the card over with both hands.
Tang Li shifted her gaze back, took the card, and the producer, seeing what card she held, was first surprised, then thoughtfully watched Tang Li leave.
As he leaned on the service counter to settle his bill, he tentatively asked, "Which private room was the lady just now dining in?"
"We cannot divulge our guests’ privacy."
"Not to hide it from you, she’s an actress for our new TV drama. Seeing her here, I was quite startled," the producer said with a sheepish look. "It turns out today I received a favor, a director of a talent agency wanted to push a newcomer and asked her to give up her role, so I thought, if she has backing, I need to reconsider this matter."
Hearing this, the cashier looked up at the producer, saw his ingratiating face, and finally relaxed, "She was dining in the private room at Bamboo Garden, but I can’t say more."
This answer carried a lot of information.
Fuyuan’s private dining rooms are divided into four gardens: Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum.
Among them, Bamboo Garden offers the highest privacy, intended for political dignitaries.
Thinking of the membership card in the hands of the actress surnamed Tang, the producer, standing near the heating vent, took out a handkerchief and dabbed the sweat from his forehead.
Having the Fuyuan black card spoke volumes about one’s status.
After all, Fuyuan, aiming for high status, only created ten platinum membership spots.
Speaking of which, an outgoing leader is a regular at Fuyuan.
On his way back, the producer was lost in thought when suddenly the door of the private room opened; his assistant rushed out holding a glass of red wine, excitedly informing him, "President Luo, President Ding just opened a bottle of ’85 red wine, asking you to join them for more!"
"What wine!" President Luo slapped his assistant on the head and whispered through clenched teeth, "I’m about to drink pesticide, and you’re talking about wine!"
Tang Li returned to the private room, and Song Baiyan had just finished the call.