Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

"Sister Amy, you should sit in the back. How can I let you sit in the front passenger seat?"

"Oh dear, there's no way the big boss sits in the front. I'm a waiter."

As they were talking, Wu Yifeng opened the car door and got in on her own. She could already sense that Yang Che and Jia Jingwen had developed some feelings for each other. Of course, the man appreciated her, and the woman... Anyway, it was a very good start.

If Alyssa Chia could replace Wang Fei, even if it only takes two or three years, it would be a tremendous opportunity.

Absolutely. Just think about what I heard when I got off the elevator. Clearly, what the newspapers reported was only the tip of the iceberg.

Yang Che's importance in Wu Yifeng's heart has risen several notches.

After getting in the car, Yang Che gave a brief account of the story of "The Grand Mansion Gate," which they easily understood. After all, there is a Tongrentang in Taiwan, called Le's Tongrentang, which indicates that it is a privately owned business.

Wu Yifeng didn't say anything about wanting a role, not even in a joking way.

Jia Jingwen seemed to realize something: "Is our dining place still far away?"

Yang Che glanced out the window: "Five more minutes."

We had been walking for 12 minutes by then.

"Anything nearby will do."

Yang Che smiled and said, "Let's take this welcome banquet seriously. I don't want you to be casual about it when I go to Taiwan in the future."

Li Xiangdong, who was driving, gripped the steering wheel harder and his body stiffened. He still couldn't stand Che Ge flirting with girls other than Gao Yuanyuan.

Even though he felt his worldview had been reshaped after learning about Cheng Hong from Zhou Liren, he still wasn't used to it.

Wu Yifeng suppressed her strong urge to turn around and see their expressions, but the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

For some reason, Jia Jingwen suddenly remembered that he had just rejected the date invitation from that very pretty girl, which made her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but smile sweetly and say in a soft voice, "Then it's a deal. Call me when you come to Taiwan. I have a lot of hidden gem shops in Taipei."

Yang Che smiled, then his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was hard to stay calm; this was the moment that needed his strength.

"Feed".

Wang Fei was taken aback; this was very unusual. The two would contact each other about every two days. Most of the time, he would call her, and a few times she would call him, but she would always call him "sister" first.

Hesitantly, I asked, "Busy?"

Yang Che smiled and said, "No rush, I'm on my way to the restaurant. I'll treat the crew to dinner."

Wang Fei paused for a moment: "My mother and I will be landing in Beijing at 6:30 this afternoon. Are you free?"

"Huh? Wasn't it supposed to be the day after tomorrow?"

"What do you mean? Why are you so surprised that I came back early! If you're not free, just say you're not free."

Yang Che felt a little breathless, but tried to keep his voice as calm as possible: "Yes, I'll come pick you up."

Absolutely! Normally, they'd start choking right away.

Hearing her boyfriend's indifferent words, Wang Fei's voice turned cold: "Hang up."

He hung up without warning, and then frowned.

Although the two often argue for no apparent reason, they almost always end up whispering sweet nothings to each other over the phone.

Today, Wang Fei felt something was off. She nervously fiddled with her phone a few times, found a number with the nickname "oo" in the contacts, and hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to call it.

"Anyway, I'm going back today."

She will stay in mainland China for two months this time. It has been several years since she last planned to stay in mainland China for such a long time.

Although Yang Che didn't say anything after putting away his phone and still had a smile on his face, Jia Jingwen guessed that it must be Wang Fei, but her intuition told her that the two of them hadn't had a very pleasant conversation.

Meanwhile, after the Grand Cherokee passed the New Qiao Hotel, Jia Jingwen noticed the Olympic bid promotional materials at the entrance.

"I even cried when our bid to host the Olympics failed last time."

"Really? You were studying at the Beijing Film Academy back then, right?"

"Yes, in the first class this morning, our dialogue teacher, Mr. Zheng Jianchu, went up on stage and said that the bid for the Olympics had failed, and then he cried. Then many students cried along with him, and I cried too."

The conversation was about crying, but Alyssa Chia was laughing happily. This was because she was thinking about her past, when she was a rich young lady without any pressure.

Yang Che simply said, "This time it will succeed."

At this point, the car turned right onto Taijichang Street and then pulled over to the side of the road. A GL8 behind it also stopped.

Wu Yifeng and Jia Jingwen looked at the small restaurant by the roadside. The sign read "Aohua Restaurant," and there was a Catholic church behind the restaurant.

Wu Shixian leaned closer and asked curiously, "Brother Che, what kind of restaurant is this?"

"You'll find out when you go in."

As Yang Che spoke, he lifted the curtain and entered the restaurant.

As soon as he appeared, the waiter greeted him with a big smile: "Director Yang, you've arrived. We've reserved a private room for you on the second floor. Please come with me."

The others looked at the packed lobby and couldn't help but feel curious.

However, Jia Jingwen knew why Yang Che had brought her here to eat. Yes, she was certain that this place was because of her.

Because this was a Tianjin cuisine restaurant, she saw several tables with braised carp and stir-fried cabbage with prawns.

Her ancestral home is Tianjin. Her father originally ran a restaurant serving Tianjin cuisine. When she was in high school, her father returned to the mainland to do business, and she followed him back to Tianjin. She also studied at the Department of Oriental Art at Nankai University for a year before being admitted to the Beijing Film Academy.

As they went up to the second floor, Jia Jingwen stared straight at his back, listening to him and Sister Amy tell stories about the history of the embassy district in Dongjiaomin Lane.

"When the People's Liberation Army liberated Beijing, it entered through this very gate. For over a hundred years prior, from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, Chinese troops had never entered the capital because foreigners wouldn't allow it..."

Liu Chang and Xing Jianwei, who were following behind, grinned and said, "Brother Che is so naughty."

Afterwards, we sat down in the private room, where all the dishes served were local specialties. In addition to braised carp, stir-fried prawns with cabbage, there were also stir-fried silver fish, braised clams, stir-fried tripe, and eight-treasure tofu, among other things.

As the familiar taste entered her mouth, Alyssa Chia became even more moved; the dish was very authentic.

Gong Beibi, a native of Fujian, wasn't too impressed: "Yang Che, do you often eat here?"

Wu Shixian spoke first: "Isn't the Xinqiao Hotel just up ahead? He must come here often."

Yang Che nodded: "I've been here a few times, and everyone says this is the most authentic Tianjin cuisine in Beijing."

At this moment, Liu Chang explained the relationship between Yang Che and Xinqiao Hotel to Wu Yifeng and Jia Jingwen.

Wu Yifeng's eyes widened: "Mr. Yang, you're so young, and you're an art consultant!"

Gong Beibi said with a smile, "Yang Che is talented. The government doesn't stick to any particular style when it comes to recruiting talent. He even designed the emblem."

Alyssa Chia asked in surprise, "Is it that colorful pattern that looks like a love knot?"