"Tomorrow?" Zhou Chenyu's voice paused, "I'm going to be an assistant tomorrow, so I probably won't have time all day."

Yan Chao had forgotten about this before, but when Zhou Chenyu mentioned it, Yan Chao remembered that he was going to be an assistant actor for Guan Chenfeng and Jiang Chenchi's first solo show tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Yan Chao couldn't help but scold him: "If there is a performance, you don't hurry to prepare the show, what are you eating here? The show is too big, didn't you tell me that?"

Zhou Chenyu said, "This matter is different."

Yan Chao's heart softened instantly.

After a long while, he had to whisper: "So, you are now concentrating on preparing for the performance, and I will go directly to the scene tomorrow night to find you, okay?"

The other side was silent for a while, and seemed to be reluctant, but he finally compromised: "Okay."

Just as Yan Chao was about to say goodbye to him, Zhou Chenyu suddenly emphasized it again: "Then you must come to the scene tomorrow night. I have something important to tell you."

Chapter 83 Crocodile

Yan Chao finished today's fourth meeting, and when the people in the conference room were almost dispersed, he raised his eyes and looked out the window.

In the capital near zero, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the lights are bright. Looking out from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of thousands of mansions are even more brilliantly lit under the shadow of the night.

Five years ago, Yan Chao was eighteen years old and had just lost a relative. Although he was holding a letter that countless people dreamed of, there was no joy in his heart.

When he stepped into this distant and unfamiliar city, he was helpless and finally had to accept the man's arrangement.

For more than ten years, he once made him not know how to face the man.

He still can't imagine how far he can go without Wang Hui, relying on his own strength.

He may become a little reporter running around the front lines of various hardships, or a low-level screenwriter of variety shows. In short, he will not become the best host of Universal Satellite TV at the age of 23 like he is now, let alone become the chief producer of an S-class variety show so quickly.

But he will not be like now, while enjoying all this, he is forced to think of those painful pasts and unsolved problems from time to time.

But without all of this...

He would never meet Zhou Chenyu again.

Perhaps, this is the so-called arrangement of fate.

After Yan Chao thought about it like this, he couldn't help laughing at himself. Even though he was in his twenties, he always had feelings that he would only have when he was in his forties or fifties.

This is probably why he is so infatuated with Zhou Chenyu.

After all, it was Zhou Chenyu who rescued him from this day-to-day struggle, and brought a little bit of sweetness to his monotonous, dull life with no end in sight.

What is Zhou Chenyu going to say to him tomorrow night?

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang suddenly, and Yan Chao couldn't wait to glance at the caller ID. It was still a familiar name, but not the one he was expecting.

He sighed and answered the phone: "What's wrong?"

Wang Hui's voice had the usual smell of alcohol again: "I'm having dinner with a few bosses at the Starlight Hotel. Is it convenient for you now?"

As soon as Yan Chao heard this sentence, he subconsciously had a rebellious emotion in his heart: "What's wrong?"

Wang Hui said: "It's all the father of the sponsor. I'm here to invest in your new variety show. You can't just come to see you."

As soon as he said this, Yan Chao had nothing to do.

His new variety show is about to start filming, and now it is in the stage of attracting investment. If the investors are not well served, the money is not in place, no matter how good the show idea is, it is useless.

He sighed: "I'll be there soon."

By the time Yan Chao arrived in the box, the whole room was almost drunk, and all of them were red-faced, and with that fat-headed appearance, Yan Chao felt nauseated in his heart.

Fortunately, these people had already drank too much, so they didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and no one was drinking him.

These gold owners are all eloquent, but they drank too much now, and they were even more excited. Everyone praised each other for a few scenes, talking hype, and casually asked about Yan Chao's new variety show, just a nonsense. come hours.

Wang Hui's drinking has always been good in the past, but now that he is about his age, it is rare to drink a little float tonight, but the chassis is there, no matter how much he drinks, he will not make a fool of himself.

The group came to the underground garage one after another, and each had a driver to take them home. Yan Chao was about to take Wang Hui into the car, but Wang Hui greeted the driver from a distance, meaning to let him wait.

Yan Chao looked at him suspiciously, and Wang Hui smiled: "Mr. Xiao Yan should be fine tonight, right? Let's talk about fifty cents?"

Yan Zhaolai was the most annoying to entangle with drunks, not to mention Wang Hui.

But after all, Liao Fengxuan was still at a sensitive stage. Yan Chao was afraid that Wang Hui wanted to talk to him about something important. After thinking about it, he walked to his car in silence and opened the door of the co-pilot for Wang Hui.

Wang Hui was not polite. When Yan Chao got into the car, he had already lit a cigarette and handed the cigarette case to Yan Chao beside him.

Yan Zhao glanced at him and reached out to take it, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He didn't turn on the light, didn't speak, and blew a beautiful smoke ring in the darkness.

The movements are skillful and natural, appearing calm and old-fashioned, and the expression on his face does not show any joy or anger. Only the light from the car window shined on his handsome side face, and there was a hint of youth between his brows and eyes.

After a long while, Wang Hui said, "I've dealt with all the revelations on the forum, don't worry about it."

Yan Chao said lightly, "I don't care anymore."

Wang Hui turned his head to look at him, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Xiaochao, I have suffered for you for so many years."

Yan Chao's eyes suddenly sank, and he didn't open his mouth. He just put his hand out of the window and vigorously brushed off the soot.

Wang Hui had already become accustomed to his displeasure, so he simply changed the subject: "After the Wei Chenxuan incident broke out, he was completely cold, and Xingyao could only treat him as an abandoned child. Disputes, the news on Huanyu's side has been arranged, and Zhou Chenyu can come back in vain without washing."