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This is another person surnamed Wu and called Mu.
No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like that top celebrity in their country... Surely, there can’t be such a rare name, and there’s another one with the same name in Japan?
The department director in front of Zhou Ying also looked peculiar, "It’s the celebrity Wu Mu you’re thinking of."
Hmm, indeed, there’s no one with the same name.
Zhou Ying’s guess was confirmed, but she didn’t feel a sense of sudden realization. All she felt in her heart was a sense of absurdity and shock, "No way, how could this protest in Japan be related to that celebrity Wu Mu!?"
And it’s such a massive protest with thirty to forty thousand people!!
A thirty to forty thousand person protest, such a serious and politically charged action, and a celebrity’s name pops up, and it’s a celebrity from their country!?
The department director didn’t really understand it either, but as soon as he got the news, he had already checked, "This protest was initially started by his fans to help promote his new album."
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Yet, before he reached the hotel, he unexpectedly recognized a familiar face by the roadside.
Hey, what’s she doing here?
Wu Mu looked curiously at the figure standing in front of a restaurant.
It was Su Meng, whom he had met a long time ago during the first season at the Star Agency.
At this moment, she was standing beside a red Ferrari, looking angry, talking to someone inside the Ferrari.
Wu Mu couldn’t see what the person inside the Ferrari looked like, but it was clear that person wasn’t easygoing either, because after a few words, that person suddenly hit the gas and drove away, leaving Su Meng standing there.
Leaving only Su Meng standing there, frowning as she watched in that direction.
Wu Mu chuckled and drove over, rolling down the window, and laughed, "Little Su, long time no see."
Su Meng turned her head to look over, and she seemed momentarily stunned.
This was actually their second meeting in reality.
However, Su Meng probably kept a keen eye on him, as Wu Mu often received feedback from her on his new songs via WeChat.
They didn’t really chat much, just simply stating the music was great or something like that.
Well, regardless of whether they were haters or fans, at least they contributed to his view count.
Wu Mu laughed, "Did your driver leave? Want me to give you a ride?"
Su Meng hesitated slightly, "Let me notify my family."
"Aunt Qing, you don’t need to come over, yeah, my friend will take me home, alright, I know."
After finishing the call, Su Meng opened Wu Mu’s passenger seat and got in.
After clarifying the address she wanted to go to, Wu Mu was quite curious, "Aren’t you from Shen City? Why are you here?"
Su Meng shook her head, "I’m from Shen City, but my family has a house here in Beijing too."
She paused, with a rare smile on her face, "We were also at the event earlier, my friends wanted to cover their ears at your first song."
Wu Mu laughed, "That has nothing to do with me. I sang it right."
Casually chatting with Su Meng, Wu Mu quickly dropped her off at her home, at a large courtyard house not far from the Forbidden City in the Upper City District.
Hmm, confirmed, another one of those Heavenly Dragon People.
Wu Mu was quite surprised, though from her usual words and deeds, he could tell Su Meng’s family should be quite wealthy.
But he didn’t expect them to be this wealthy.
This courtyard, at least, is estimated to be
The host was temporarily unavailable, so Yang Rongfa asked, "A lot of big directors and company owners in the industry came today, should I introduce them to you?"
This opportunity would be beneficial for a normal person in the industry.
It’s always good to know more people.
But... recalling the previous cocktail party experience, Yang Rongfa wisely chose to ask first.
Wu Mu shook his head, "No..."
But halfway through shaking his head, he glimpsed a figure in a small guest lounge off the main living room separated by a partition, causing him to pause slightly.
"Director Lin is here too?" Wu Mu asked Yang Rongfa.
The Lin director he referred to was naturally not Lin Qingyue, but Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
Lin Qingyue, although returning tonight, had things to handle with the crew and wouldn’t be here.
And he had told Lin Qingyue in the morning chat that he would attend this cocktail party, if Lin Qingyue were coming too, she would have surely mentioned it.
"Yes, Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang are also here." Yang Rongfa nodded.
Wu Mu thought quickly, these two were also big directors in the industry on par with Lin Xueming, belonging to the top tier.
But he wasn’t aiming to buddy up with these directors for resources, so he didn’t mind much about them.
But with Lin Xueming here, not going up to greet would be inappropriate.
"I’ll go say hello to Director Lin." He walked directly toward the small guest lounge.
"Director Lin and the others are here too, do you want to say hello?" Yang Rongfa leaned over and whispered.
As he spoke, he gestured with his finger to the small guest lounge off the main living room.
The small guest lounge seemed to be a place for everyday private meetings, partially obscured by decorations from seeing the whole layout. It was visibly smaller and cozier than the main space.
Inside, a few closer-placed couches were set, with many people sitting and chatting there.
As Wu Mu’s thoughts raced, he immediately realized it was Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming.
Even though Lin Qingyue was also coming back tonight, she still had crew matters to handle and wouldn’t show up here. Fresh chapters posted on NoveI★Fire.net
And he had already mentioned in his morning chat with her that he was attending this cocktail party, so if Lin Qingyue were attending, she’d have certainly informed him.
"I’ll go say hello." He nodded.
With Lin Xueming here, a greeting was definitely in order.