Chapter 0456: Dinner Party

People, after all, need to learn to back down appropriately. If you go head-on all your life, sooner or later you'll hit an iron wall.

Zhao Fusheng, an old monster in his forties, understood this matter very clearly.

Taking a car to a hotpot restaurant, although surprised why they would eat hotpot in the middle of summer, as a guest following the host's arrangements, and since he wasn't the one treating, Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything.

At this time, the night scene of Beijing really had nothing to see. Or more precisely, as someone who had drifted in Beijing for many years, Zhao Fusheng had no curiosity about the capital at this time.

After all, if someone has lived in a city for ten years and walked through every street and alley while working in sales, they naturally lose the desire to pursue beautiful scenery.

"Brother Fei."

"Xiao Yu is here."

Entering a private room, several people immediately stood up to greet Yu Feihong, both men and women, of various ages. Zhao Fusheng glanced around and recognized them all.

Nonsense, these people would dominate TV and movie screens more than a decade later. Any one of them could carry a show on their own.

Of course, now they were just newcomers who had just begun to show their talent in the circle, or else frustrated individuals who, after graduation, were still lying low in the industry.

In today's Beijing, the ones riding high were the few men sitting in the center.

Led by Zhao Baogang and Zheng Xiaolong, there was also a man Zhao Fusheng didn't know, but he had seen their group photo at Yu Feihong's home. Yu Feihong said his name was Zhou Zhenhai, the most famous top screenwriter in the country.

Ma Dajun's "The Flag Flies" was Zhou Zhenhai's script.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and understood that this guy was roughly equivalent to Wang Shuo in relation to Xiao Gangpao in his previous life.

"This is my younger brother. I brought him for a meal," Yu Feihong said lazily, introducing him to the group.

She knew Zhao Fusheng's personality; he didn't like dealing with people in the entertainment industry at all. Whether they were big stars or ordinary people made no difference to him, so she didn't waste words.

Hearing this, the others didn't find it strange. Yu Feihong's personality had always been like this—she didn't stand on ceremony with familiar people. Since he was her brother, it was normal for her to bring him along.

Zhao Fusheng greeted everyone politely, calling them older brothers and sisters. Since he was the youngest, and the youngest of the group was already twenty-five or twenty-six, calling them brother and sister cost him nothing.

But one person at the table, upon hearing Yu Feihong call Zhao Fusheng's name, looked up in surprise, then smiled and said nothing.

Yu Feihong led Zhao Fusheng to sit down, and soon they blended into the dinner party atmosphere. Everyone clinked glasses and chatted. Zhao Fusheng silently acted as if he didn't exist, happily eating meat.

Since it was an entertainment industry dinner, the conversation naturally revolved around the entertainment industry. Many inside stories and rumors spread: how a certain director was preparing a new film, and although casting was still ongoing, the male and female leads had already been decided; how a certain company's new drama was bound to flop, not good at all, etc.

Yu Feihong didn't say much, only occasionally chatting with a few friends. As for Zhao Fusheng, from start to finish, he just silently ate.

"Feihong, your brother is very quiet," someone said to Yu Feihong with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng looked up and saw a bald man. Hmm, vaguely familiar—this guy seemed to have acted in many comedies.

"Mm, he doesn't talk much." Yu Feihong said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, showing a harmless smile to the bald man, then silently lowered his head and continued eating.

At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a hearty laugh rang out: "You've already started eating without waiting for me."

Jiang Wen walked in, speaking with a grin.

"You're so late; if we waited for you, we'd starve." Ye Jing looked up and said irritably.

Jiang Wen wasn't offended. He casually grabbed a chair and sat next to Ye Jing. Looking up, he immediately spotted Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong. He opened his mouth to speak, but Yu Feihong spoke first: "Old Jiang, this is my younger brother Fusheng."

"Ah?" Jiang Wen was taken aback, then saw Zhao Fusheng look up and smile at him: "Hello, Brother Jiang."

"Ah, hello, hello." Jiang Wen almost laughed out loud but just responded casually and said nothing more.

He wasn't stupid. Since Zhao Fusheng didn't want to reveal his identity, there was no need for him to play the villain.

Speaking of which, this gathering was interesting. Among the people Zhao Fusheng knew, the Wang brothers hadn't come, Jiang Wen arrived late, and as for Chen Dao, he had a film to shoot and wasn't in Beijing recently.

So, at this table, apart from Ye Jing, no one actually knew who Zhao Fusheng was.

For Zhao Fusheng, this was undoubtedly the best outcome. He quietly watched Yu Feihong and the others chat, eating on his own.

Soon, the dinner came to an end. After eating and drinking their fill, everyone dispersed, leaving only a few closer acquaintances behind.

This was perfectly normal. Every big circle has its own small circles. The story of six roommates building seven WeChat groups is no joke; it's a real phenomenon.

Yu Feihong originally planned to leave with Zhao Fusheng, but Jiang Wen kept winking at her, almost popping his eyes out. Helpless, Yu Feihong had to stay.

"Let's go for round two."

Seeing that most people had left, Ye Jing looked up and said to Jiang Wen.

Almost everyone at the table had left, leaving only Ye Jing and Zhao Baogang, along with Sun Yanwang beside Zhao Baogang, as well as Jiang Wen, Yu Feihong, and Zhao Fusheng.

As for Zhou Zhenhai, he said he had something to attend to and left first, with Ma Dajun personally seeing him out.

Jiang Wen nodded. Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng, as if seeking his opinion.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. He wasn't stupid. Since Ye Jing clearly knew who he was, continuing to play dumb would be pointless.

The group left the restaurant and found a new teahouse. They took their seats according to host and guest. Ye Jing picked up his teacup, took a sip, then smiled at Zhao Fusheng and said: "After hotpot, drinking some tea is good. Meat, if you eat too much, it's too greasy."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and nodded: "Brother Ye is right."

As he spoke, he also picked up the tea in front of him and drank.

Whatever Ye Jing was up to, for Zhao Fusheng, the fact that he didn't want to get involved in the entertainment industry meant he was invincible no matter what.