Although Liao Fengxuan was the big idea of ​​Zhou Yinchun's old class leader, he was by no means a single word. The opinions of Dong Ning Yuan were equally important.

If Wang Hui is really interested in cooperating with Liao Fengxuan, he will probably have to go through a lot of running-in process.

After a while, Yan Chao changed the subject: "Then what do you think of the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Your little friend?" Wang Hui said while driving, "a little overhang."

Yan Chao subconsciously smiled and said, "What a mess of names."

Wang Hui smiled, and then said, "Wei Maolin has been attending the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, and it's not just two children who say they can get rid of it."

Yan Chao blurted out, "Then you..."

After only two words, he fell silent again.

Wang Hui, a fine person, had already guessed what he meant: "Do you think how capable I am that I can reach out to other people's Spring Festival Gala programs?"

Yan Zhao lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Wang Hui added: "In the end, it depends on the attitude of the government towards them. After all, they are young people, and their cross talk, at best, is in line with the times, but there are still many elderly people. The audience, think they're different."

Yan Chao was silent for a while, and said, "So their current situation is actually very embarrassing. If he really pushes his uncle away, the other side won't be able to hang on to his face, and he is very cautious, so it is inevitable that they will be remembered in his heart. It was brushed off. There has been such a big momentum on the Internet before. He Chenfeng has many competitors in the entertainment industry. ."

Wang Hui nodded and said, "So we have to take advantage of the fact that the final trial results have not yet come out, preemptively, buy some marketing accounts and navy troops, and do a vote, and the fans will definitely vote hard. The program crew and netizens know how popular they are; secondly, if they are really brushed, it can be regarded as a way to show respect, and everyone will only think that the program crew refuses to listen to public opinion."

Yan Chao continued, "Even if they can't make it this year, the program team may have a spot for them next year due to various considerations."

Wang Hui glanced at him with relief: "Ruzi can be taught."

After hearing this, Yan Chao snorted coldly, and after a while, he said again: "If Dong Ning Yuan knew that we were talking about cooperation with the entire Liao Feng Xuan on the surface, but behind the scenes, we were helping Xia Qing Yuan, and he appointed us to take care of us. blocked."

Wang Hui said: "Even if they can't see it for a while, they can guess it sooner or later. Now in the whole world, who doesn't know the relationship between you and your little friend?"

Yan Chao subconsciously said: "What is my relationship with him?"

Seeing Wang Hui cast a meaningful look at him, a rare trace of panic flashed in Yan Chao's eyes: "Now our relationship has long been demonized, and there are any arguments, many extreme ones say that we The two look alike, they are good brothers on the surface, but they stab each other in the back."

"Primary school students' classic argument." Wang Hui turned his head back and sneered suddenly, "But then again, this is the first time I've seen you care so much about someone."

Yan Chao's sensitive nerves jumped abruptly, subconsciously turning his head to look at him, only to see that Wang Hui still had that unpredictable smile on his face.

Yan Chao guiltily looked away, turned his head to look out the window, and covered up, "It's rare to have a confidant in life."

Wang Hui didn't look at him, his eyes gradually became deep, as if he was caught in some kind of deep emotion.

After a long while, he said quietly: "Since there is a fate, we must cherish it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chao was instantly detached from a certain emotion he had kept from expressing himself. He suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Hui, and a cold light appeared in his eyes again.

But when he saw Wang Hui's obvious expression of grief and pain, he could no longer speak any sharp words.

Yan Chao silently retracted his gaze and looked out the window again.

As the New Year is approaching, the capital city at night is bustling with traffic and brightly lit. Suddenly, he saw a billboard of Liaofengxuan flashing by the road:

"Xia mat is clear and the day is not late, and winter is condensed and the night is long."

Yan Zhao lowered his eyes, and in those deep eyes, there was some kind of intense emotion that couldn't be resolved.

"The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more.

It is better to take pity on the person in front of you. "

Chapter 59 New Year's Eve

A few days later, the final list of the Spring Festival Gala was finally decided. Yan Chao learned through the gossip on the stage that the programs of He Chenfeng and Zhou Chenyu were successfully retained and became the only cross talk on the Spring Festival Gala this year.

This news was somewhat unexpected to him. He was about to go online to check the wind direction when he received a WeChat message from Zhou Chenyu: "Although you must have heard of it, I still have to announce it to you again."

Yan Chao couldn't help but smile, and replied, "It's gratifying."

Zhou Chenyu replied in seconds: "It's gone?"

Yan Chao: "What else do you want?"

Zhou Chenyu: "Won't you invite me to dinner?"

He went to the Spring Festival Gala by himself, but asked Yan Chao to invite him to dinner, which was really unremarkable.

But Yan Chaozao got used to his appearance, and replied to him with a good temper: "Okay, when?"

Zhou Chenyu: "I'm kidding you, I really believe it."

Yan Chao suddenly saw this sentence, the originally good mood, for some reason, suddenly became empty again.

I saw Zhou Chenyu and asked him again: "This year's New Year... Where are you going?"

Yan Chao casually returned to him: "I'm not going anywhere."

After all, he is also homeless.

After he answered this sentence, a colleague in the department asked him to go to a meeting, so he told Zhou Chenyu and put the phone back in his pocket.

What he said to Zhou Chenyu was indeed right, since the death of his grandmother, for the past five years, every Spring Festival, Yan Chao spent alone in Beijing, and he was used to it.

After all, the house that was thousands of miles away was also empty. He was alone wherever he went, and it was the same whether he went back or not.