Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

At 7 p.m., in a restaurant near the Peking Opera Academy.

"Come on, cheers! Eat and drink well!"

"Tu Da, you little rascal, stop just eating, come on, fill your bowl!"

As soon as the wrap party began, Ye Chong walked through the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand.

If it were Zhang Yimou, he would be sitting at the head table, waiting for others to offer him a toast.

Circumstances dictate actions; Ye Chong doesn't want to work either, but what can he do when he's only nineteen?

Oh, no, it's only the 19th of January.

"Director Ye, you have a great capacity for alcohol!"

"Great drinking capacity! Let's give him a round of applause!"

As Tu Da started the commotion, more and more behind-the-scenes personnel began to stand up and come forward one by one, engaging in a tag-team battle.

"No, no, you can't do this! You're drinking beer, I'm drinking baijiu! I'll just have one sip!"

Ye Chong held a bottle of Hengshui Laobaigan liquor in one hand and a transparent wine glass in the other, accepting all offers without hesitation.

Strangely, even as Ye Chong was about to collapse after toasting the last person, he didn't fall down.

His eyes were glazed, his face was flushed, and he swayed from side to side as he returned to the main table.

"Director Ye, you really have a good capacity for alcohol."

"That's right, if Director Ye were in Taiwan, he'd probably drink a whole bunch of people under the table!"

The producers from Wanwan and Lan began to flatter him, while Ye Chong squinted and waved his hand boldly.

"Hey—a thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend, come on, Producer Lan, let me toast you!"

Without waiting for Producer Lan's reaction, he picked up the beer in front of him and filled his glass, then clinked glasses with him and downed his glass of baijiu in one gulp.

Producer Lan stared wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered and reluctant.

"Brothers, let's give a shout-out to producer Lan!"

"Oh... I'll have a piece by Producer Lan!"

"One of these Lan-made films, please!"

Slogans were quickly chanted on the spot, and now even if the producers of the film had no choice but to drink, they had to.

His face flushed red and then turned pale, but in the end he chuckled, picked up his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oh my gosh! Lan's film is so bright!"

"That's great! This is the kind of liquor you should drink like Lan's film—it's so satisfying!"

After paying his respects to Producer Lan, Ye Chong turned his attention to the producer from Wanwan.

"Um, I'll drink it myself!"

"Everyone, let's give a big round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap clap..."

Ye Chong, having been the leader of the film crew for two months, still held considerable authority, and most of the behind-the-scenes staff from China Film Group and Taiwan were willing to listen to him.

After all, Ye Chong had been working alongside them for two months, unlike this producer from Wanwan, who rarely stayed on set and only showed up when discussing money, and even less like...

Ye Chong turned his gaze to the opposite side of the main table, where Chen Jinfei, dressed in a suit and with a ruddy complexion, was chatting and laughing with the mother and daughter.

Unlike this capitalist, who only appeared at the beginning and the end.

But that's good too. I heard that when he was filming "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", he followed Yifei and her mother for 5 months.

It's fine if they ignore him now. They were just strangers who met by chance. Ye Chong and Liu Yifei's only connection was being classmates for one year last year.

I don't rely on her for anything; she has her own backing.

Just then, Chen Jinfei, who was opposite him, seemed to notice his gaze and glanced over sideways.

"Young friend Ye, you've achieved so much at such a young age, and even your drinking is so elegant!"

He stopped there, and everyone at the table looked over.

Ye Chong glared at Chen Bolin, who immediately lowered his head and buryed his head in the sand like an ostrich. Only then did Ye Chong turn to look at the other side.

Did Chen Jinfei realize something? He's speaking in such a strange way.

"Mr. Chen, you flatter me. I've just been drinking since I was a child. As you know, my hometown, Chongqing, has a lot of mountains and rivers!"

"My dad loves fishing. Whenever he catches a big fish, he likes to have a couple of drinks. I got used to it, and you don't know, that's how I got my name."

"Oh?" Chen Jinfei looked around in a pretentious manner.

"Could it be that the character '沖' means...?"

Ye Chong smiled shyly: "My fishing spot was washed away by the flood the day I went fishing!"

"Ah, hahaha, I knew it!"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone at the main table laughed, even Yifei across from them lowered her head and kept shaking her shoulders.

Chen Jinfei smiled and poured the wine, and Ye Chong quickly joined him.

"bite--"

Ye Chong nudged the bottom of Chen Jinfei's wine cup, and Chen Jinfei chuckled softly.

"Director Ye, although this liquor is made from grain essence, it's best not to overindulge."

Chen Jinfei seemed to be urging people to drink, but he emphasized the word "water" very much!

Ye Chong nodded modestly, "Understood, understood!"

The two drank a glass and then returned to their seats.

Chen Jinfei continued chatting with the mother and daughter, while Ye Chong stood there for a moment before looking up and approaching the unlucky Chen Bolin.

"Xiao Chen, why haven't I seen Juan today?"

Chen Bolin looked at him with surprise: "Hu An went back to Taiwan this morning, didn't you know?"

"Why?"

"Who knows? I certainly don't."

Ye Chong didn't press him further and continued chatting with him about some trivial topics.

At 8 p.m., the wrap party ended, and everyone began to leave.

Most people went back to their hotels to rest, while only a small number traveled overnight.

Downstairs at the film crew's hotel, Ye Chong pulled his suitcase and threw a bottle of Lao Bai Gan liquor filled with boiled water into the trash can.

He glanced up at the hotel behind him, gritted his teeth, and spat out a curse.

At the banquet just now, Chen Jinfei almost exposed his secret on the spot.

This person's attitude was strange; it seemed like they harbored a subtle hostility towards me. But that wasn't the key point. The most crucial thing was...

"That deep-seated arrogance is fucking infuriating!"

Ye Chong is a stubborn man. In his previous life, he was blacklisted for eight years, but he never once pleaded with Boss Wang for him.

Thirty-odd years of experience have indeed taught him to be humble, but the stubbornness in his heart has never been extinguished in either lifetime.

"So what if you're rich and have connections? You come from families with a long history in education, you're well-off, you're successful in government and business, so what? Am I arrogant just because I'm poor?"

"What are you babbling about in the dark!"

Hmm! There are still experts!

Ye Chong turned around and saw that she was still wearing the same patina-covered down jacket and the cute Christmas pointed hat. Yi Fei stood prettily under the street lamp with her hands behind her back, and a reproachful expression on her face.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I come?"

"You're not..."

Ye Chong wanted to say, "Weren't you chatting with your godfather?" but paused and then stopped himself.

Yifei frowned: "You're acting strange today?"

"etc……"

Yi Fei suddenly raised her hand and reached towards Ye Chong's face.

Ye Chong quickly took a step back to avoid her: "Hey! What are you doing? Men and women shouldn't touch each other!"

"On your face?"

"Blush."

"Huh?" Yifei's eyes widened.

The exceptionally intelligent woman immediately realized something.

"What did you drink tonight?"

"It's water, okay?"

Ye Chong was too lazy to waste time arguing with her. He raised his head and went straight to the point: "You came to see me just for this?"

"Ah, no." Yifei was unusually shy.

"It's my godfather. He heard you saved me yesterday and were injured, so he sent me to thank you."

"Is that so?" Ye Chong clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that it was really just crocodile tears.

"Thank you for your thanks, but I advise you to be mindful of the distance between you two."

Done!

The moment the words left his mouth, Ye Chong's pupils dilated in shock. He had been too relaxed and had blurted out what was on his mind!

He quickly turned around to look, and sure enough...

Under the dim streetlights, Yifei tilted her head back, her usually bright and lively phoenix eyes now filled with frost.

"What...do you mean?"