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Feng Jun, as if he heard nothing, lifted his glass to clink with Yuan Huapeng’s, but was too lazy to even utter “Cheers.”

Yuan Huapeng chugged two mouthfuls of beer, picked up his phone to make a call, “Erping? Get Monkey to pick a few female Performers; tell them to pay attention to the Weibo account ‘Luo Hua Season18’ and share it…

“Mmhmm, that’s right, the bigger the celebrity, the better… What, who is he? He’s my boss!”

Yuan Huapeng put down his phone, lit up a cigarette, and then flashed a teeth-baring smile at Feng Jun, “First follow and share; don’t talk about mixing in with the big Vs. Master, take a look at who shared it, and I’ll help you make arrangements if you’re interested in any.”

Such propositions of pimping should not be said in front of others, but since the old man had made his stance clear, what was there to fear?

However, Zhou Xiaotong disapproved, she scoffed coldly, “Big V, let’s not even discuss verification yet… a Big V with thirty-one followers?”

She didn’t know that more than half of these thirty-one followers had only added him recently—because of that video.

Yuan Huapeng glanced at her and kept silent, but his eyes conveyed a deep disdain.

As long as you have money, being a Big V is a trivial matter. As for not having content… How big of an issue is that? Get a team to do it.

Big Vs might not necessarily have money, but money can certainly make you a Big V.

Another round of silence ensued. Some quietly smoked, while others silently drank, creating a highly eerie atmosphere.

With a “ding,” Yuan Huapeng’s phone rang again, he picked it up and looked, “Oh no, Master, the troops stationed in the Northeast have received orders, there might be a snow disaster, and they need to prepare thoroughly… still going?”

Feng Jun sighed, “This… I can’t decide.”

“Going to the Northeast at this time?” Zhou Xiaotong raised her brows curiously, looking at Feng Jun, “Is someone forcing you?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, shook his head, and crisply spat out two words, “No one!”

Zhou Xiaotong continued to leisurely eat skewers, drink alcohol, and sip tea.

After a while, Feng Jun picked up his phone to check why his Weibo followers had surged by more than half in just a few days.

After opening Weibo, he was stunned, “Eh, I have over a hundred more followers?”

He scrolled through and discovered that a female Performer named Guo Bingying had followed him and shared his post.

She had over two million followers and should be considered a minor celebrity.

However, her comment when sharing was somewhat speechless, “Such an adorable birdy…”

Hearing him say this, Zhou Xiaotong’s attendant quickly refreshed Weibo and passed the phone back.

Zhou Xiaotong held her teacup, took a sip, and glanced sideways at the screen, “Over two hundred followers now… huh, Guo Bingying is that famous?”

In her impression, Guo Bingying was nothing but a third-rate minor celebrity, who started her career around the age of twenty and was now almost thirty, with quite a number of films but never a big break.

The female attendant whispered, “That’s the flower sunbathing fanatic, with thousands of potted plants at home, and she also keeps fish.”

“Oh, that one,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded, realizing, and a hint of ill-intent appeared on her face, “The one who went to Sichuan-Tibet?”

Her words were metaphorical, hinting at certain matters. Although she seemed unconcerned about the entertainment industry, she knew more than the average person.

The flower sunbathing fanatic who had gone to Sichuan-Tibet, in her view, was an event representative of Guo Bingying’s character, but there was no external rumor about it.

Seeing her attendant nod, Zhou Xiaotong snorted coldly, “Proud to be followed by her? It only makes me sick.”

“Heh,” Yuan Huapeng chuckled softly, reaching for the wine bottle without saying much more.

Feng Jun took a couple of drags from his cigarette, crushed the butt out, and casually played with his phone, “Among those who follow me… there are plenty who are disgusting.”

“You!” Zhou Xiaotong was infuriated again; this was a jab, wasn’t it?

She snorted coldly, “That’s a promiscuous and rotten woman, aren’t you afraid of catching a disease?”

Feng Jun leisurely swiped on his phone, “Huh? She doesn’t look too bad, and her figure is fine too… Lao Yuan, is there a bad word on this woman?”

“I don’t know, haven’t heard anything bad about her,” Yuan Huapeng shook his head, “I’ve been out of the Actor’s game for many years.”

I’d give ninety-nine points for that act, Feng Jun thought to himself, commendable, truly the second generation rooted in the imperial city with smooth handling of various nuances.

He nodded and put down his phone, “Then bother you to inquire for me, how much for a date?”

The question was somewhat contentious, but not entirely so; it had been a long time since he remembered the taste of flesh.

Professionals he had no interest in; those part-timers might be even worse, but… at least she could be considered a star, right?

Whether deliberate or not, Yuan Huapeng gave him a look and chuckled shaking his head, “Ah, your weakness for women…”

Zhou Xiaotong’s mouth twitched, she gulped down her drink, slammed the cup down on the coaster with a thud, stood up, and left.

Seeing this guy actually leave, Yuan Huapeng was truly elated; it was rare to see her take a hit.

He chuckled lightly, “Master, just wait a moment, I’ll call and inquire for you.”

He hadn’t said anything up until then, but as soon as he did, Zhou Xiaotong, who had just descended the steps, stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head, a slight smile on her face, “Peng bro, it’s getting cold with this snow. I’m thinking of heading to the south for a while.”

“Oh?” Yuan Huapeng glanced at her, nodded slightly, then waved dismissively: So go ahead, why tell me?

Zhou Xiaotong smiled again, her smile radiant. Though it was already past eight in the evening, her charming smile was exceptionally clear against the backdrop of the pure white snow, “I don’t know where to go… What do you think about Sydney?”

Yuan Huapeng, who was merrily swiping on his mobile phone, paused mid-air at her words, “Sydney?”

Zhou Xiaotong stood amid the falling snowflakes, her smile blooming like a flower, “Yes, Sydney.”

Yuan Huapeng fell silent. It took him quite a while before he sighed softly, “Xiaotong, Master Feng is treating my old man, as you know…”

“I know,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded with a smile, “I just asked you that, but you didn’t answer me, Peng bro.”

Yuan Huapeng took out a cigarette, lit it, and took several deep drags before he asked seriously, “What do you want to do?”

Zhou Xiaotong turned around and walked back up through the snow.

She approached Yuan Huapeng, looking down at him after a while, then smiled faintly, “Peng bro, I want to have a chat with the handsome Master Feng… alone for a bit.”

Yuan Huapeng looked at Feng Jun, then back at her, his face full of hesitation and conflict.

“Alright, Lao Yuan,” Feng Jun said, barely able to bear it, “why don’t you take a break? I’m not afraid of her… Think about yesterday.”

Yuan Huapeng immediately stood up, looked coldly at Zhou Xiaotong, and said, “Master Feng is critical to my old man’s safety…don’t provoke me.”

His words might seem opportunistic, but in reality, they gave him control of the high ground.

Zhou Xiaotong’s face darkened, “You’re joking, Peng bro. Master Feng is a martial arts expert. What could I do to him?”

Her smile had been radiant a moment before, but now it was as cold as frost. As her expression changed, so did her aura, like she was a completely different person.

Feng Jun was taken aback by her quick change of face… There really are so many talents in the capital.

Yuan Huapeng pondered for a moment, looked at Feng Jun, and saw a confident smile from the master.

He stood up and left silently, only saying four words, “The chef stays.”

Seeing this, the driver Xiao Wang hurriedly stood up and followed Yuan Huapeng out.

A trace of a smile appeared on Zhou Xiaotong’s face, having taken control of the situation. How could she not be pleased?

She sat down nonchalantly, gestured to the two henchmen, “You two sit down too and eat something.”

The two sat down at her bidding and instructed the chef, “Make it fresh, no need to reheat the cold ones.”

“I want the cold ones, heat them up,” Feng Jun said lazily, “I like rebaked food. It’s more chewy.”

The male henchman glanced at him, then at Zhou Xiaotong, sending a questioning look: Are we about to have a confrontation?

His height and weight were nearly identical to Feng Jun’s, and he had also learned Taekwondo. He was not intimidated by this so-called “martial arts expert.”

Zhou Xiaotong shook her head ever so slightly: A skilled fighter who Yuan Huapeng respects isn’t someone you can provoke with your half-baked skills.

Feng Jun noticed their exchange of glances, but he really didn’t care. I gave you face yesterday; if you don’t know what’s good for you, then don’t blame me for not being polite.

He swiped his mobile phone, looking up “nearby cameras.”

Fortunately, the nearest camera was eighty meters away, plus it’s night vision, so it definitely won’t be very clear.

Zhou Xiaotong kept silent, and the group quietly drank and ate skewers.

Feng Jun greatly enjoyed watching the snow; he enjoyed even more those night conversations around the stove in the snow. He would even relish drinking alone here.

But having three inexplicable guys around him made him a bit uncomfortable, especially since everyone was silent.

The atmosphere was really oppressive, like the overcast skies.

After finishing his beer, he reached for his purse intending to pay and leave.

Just then, Zhou Xiaotong suddenly spoke up, “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Feng Jun said as he opened his purse, utterly relaxed, “Since I entered a stranger’s booth, I should be aware of the risks. If I got taken advantage of, that’s on me…”

“Isn’t there a TV show called ‘Don’t Talk to Strangers?'”

“Fine, Master Feng,” Zhou Xiaotong stretched out her hand and held down his, “Didn’t you want us to see how much you can drink? Are you leaving already?”

“Then you could have spoken up,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “I have nothing else to do, just felt bored.”

Zhou Xiaotong withdrew her hand, somewhat annoyed, and finally broke the silence herself, “What did Yuan Huapeng tell you about me?”

Feng Jun paused before asking gravely, “Hormonal imbalance, or perhaps… vegetative nervous system disorder?”