Actor: Thank you.

The banquet was in full swing.

Some were chatting, some were playing drinking games, and some were toasting.

Zhang Yuan often had barely picked up his chopsticks when someone would come over to offer him a toast, leaving him with only a few bites.

Of course, he also drank with quite a few people.

"Sister Fei, is this considered your official comeback?"

He went to Old Wang's side, who was feeling a bit bored.

Without mahjong, my spirits are just so-so.

"Yes."

"Great."

Old Wang's comeback means that the problems in her relationship with Brother Li are now very obvious.

Today she only brought Dou Jingtong with her.

Zhang Yuan glanced at her; Miss Dou had a neat short haircut, and her style was somewhat similar to Brother Zeng's.

They share the same orientation.

Right now, he's circling around his god-sister, Guan Xiaotong.

The two are the same age, but Miss Dou is half a year older.

"Jingtong seems to particularly enjoy playing with girls," Zhang Yuan remarked.

"I know," Old Wang replied casually.

"You're not going to do anything?"

"Why should I care? She can do whatever she wants, and I can't stop her."

Wang Fei belongs to the most open-minded type of mother, so open-minded that she almost lets her children cook and eat for themselves.

They don't care about studying, choosing a school, or grades.

Miss Dou is very happy.

"You like freedom," Zhang Yuan said, seemingly praising him but not really.

The problem is that Li Yapeng doesn't like to give his wife freedom.

This guy is a chauvinist.

Wang Fei's earning power is much stronger than his.

In fact, anyone can earn more money than Li Yapeng, because even 0 is still more than a negative number.

This guy loses money in every business he does.

The problem is that, for the sake of a man's pride, he's preventing Lao Wang from returning to work, always wanting her to stay home and take care of the children.

Don't you even realize that Wang Fei isn't cut out to take care of kids?

I had heard before that many people and companies wanted to invite Lao Wang to come out of retirement, but Li Yapeng stopped them all.

She also publicly stated, "Our family has enough money for baby formula, so we don't need her to make a comeback."

I want to lock the diva in her house.

It's perfectly fine for both men and women to voluntarily sacrifice their careers for a relationship.

Forcing someone to sacrifice their career will inevitably backfire.

Li Yapeng once said in an interview that his happiest moments were when he ate his wife and daughter's leftovers.

Then Wang Fei immediately replied, "I have never let you eat leftovers."

This guy always tries to portray himself as the perfect man in his imagination.

This character is someone who can make a lot of money, support his wife and children, and whose wife and children are merely appendages to him.

It might work on young girls, but they'll eventually see through it.

Zhang Yuan thought that perhaps Old Wang should eventually end up with Young Master Xie.

In comparison, although Nicholas Tse is a bit "mischievous," he doesn't have any of Li's flaws.

"When you hold a concert, remember to save me a few tickets for the inner circle."

"My tickets are hard to get, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"They didn't give me any face at all," Zhang Yuan complained.

"You never gave me any face when you played cards."

Knowing that the other person was joking and was in the mood to joke shows that her comeback has freed her from the constraints of family and allowed her to get back into shape.

Back at his table, Zhang Yuan had just sat down when Zhang Ziyi and her older brother came over to offer a toast.

"We're all on the same side, so we don't need to do it anymore."

As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, Zhang Zinan, that blockhead, had already downed a full glass.

"I did it, you can do whatever you want."

Zhang Ziyi closed her eyes and shook her head, then saw that Zhang Yuan had indeed only drunk half a glass.

"Whatever."

He then sat down.

"Alright, alright..." Zhang Ziyi quickly put her older brother back on the table.

After drinking two ounces of horse urine, one feels that the sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and one can walk again.

What the hell is this...?

"Brother Yuan, do you want some fruit?"

Before long, Zhang Ziyi put on a flattering expression, pinched a slice of watermelon between her index and middle fingers, and held it to his mouth.

At the same time, he was using his other hand as a cushion, as if he was about to catch the watermelon seeds that the man spat out.

This is because he's afraid his older brother will offend him again.

Now that I'm living under someone else's roof, it's even worse.

But Zhang Yuan didn't move; instead, he spoke.

"First of all, I am not Chenlong."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyi could only manage an awkward laugh.

It's a bit unethical of Chow Yun-fat to call her a "grape catcher" in the show.

But you weren't the one who did it, were you?

It's because she sat on her older brother's lap and fed him grapes in an attempt to please him that people started talking about her.

Zhang Yuan directly exposed the truth.

Holy crap, Cheng Hao is right next to me, and you're feeding me watermelon?

You're complaining that I sleep too much at night and sleep too well, aren't you?
"Secondly, you're older than me, so there's no need to call me 'brother,' it sounds awkward."

“There’s more.” Zhang Yuan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"You won't even call me General Manager Zhang."

"Oh, Zhang..."

"No need, it doesn't matter. People usually just call me by my name anyway," Zhang Yuan interrupted.

He then stood up and used the clapping to attract attention.

"Everyone, be quiet."

"After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was a bit tired."

"I'll arrange some small performances to liven things up for everyone."

"Next, Ms. Zhang Ziyi will perform a dance for everyone!"

Zhang Ziyi started her career in gymnastics before switching to folk dance.

It's understandable that a dancer would have such a slender figure.

Back then, the Turkic Khagan Jieli was "invited" to the Tang Dynasty by Li Jing through the Second Princess, and became the first Dance King of Chang'an.

I want you, Zhang Ziyi, to dance today.

Anyway, this is your major.

"Okay." Zhang Ziyi stood up.

"It's just that I haven't practiced for many years, so I'm a bit rusty. Please forgive me."

He stood up with a smile, glancing at his older brother at the same time.

Okay, so this is the trouble you've caused me.

Knowing he's petty... no, use a combination of kindness and severity, and you haven't slipped away yet.

Zhang Ziyi came to the crowd, warmed up a bit, and then put on a professional smile typical of dancers, and began to show off her dance moves.

Zhang Yuan could tell that he was a bit rusty.

And before starting to dance, he clearly took a deep breath, looking somewhat helpless.

The crowd applauded and cheered.

Where can you see her dancing? You won't even see her dancing on the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhang Yuan's dinner parties are truly high-class, capable of getting international superstars to dance.

"Tsk..." Just as everyone was admiring the view, a disgruntled tsk came from the next table.

He turned to look.

"Do you have any opinion?"

"Having a woman entertain the guests while they eat is not like hiring her to perform."

"Is this appropriate?"

Jiang Xin, her mouth glistening with oil from eating, folded her arms and complained.

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't do it; it's humiliating."

Yes, Zhang Yuan thought to himself, you really don't want to do it. With your bluffing attitude, you might even scold me.

"Hey, Xin, you're even interfering with him now." Her good sister winked at her.

"It's not good to begin with. We're all in the same industry, and we have our pride."

"You..." Cheng Hao wanted to persuade him, but saw Zhang Yuan raise his hand to stop her.

He glanced at Zhang Ziyi on the stage and recalled her sigh before she began to dance.

Hmm, what that woman said makes some sense.

I need to know when to stop, otherwise it will seem like I'm going too far.

"Well, that makes sense."

She might be bluffing, but at this moment, only she would dare to say such things to herself.

From this perspective, she's not a bad person.

"No wonder you always offend people, it's me."

“If you went to another company, they would definitely fire you.” Zhang Yuan pointed at her. “So what if they just look at me?” Jiang Xin twisted her neck, looking completely unconcerned.

Zhang Yuan then looked at Zhang Ziyi, who was dancing gracefully in front of everyone, while also glancing at Zhang Zinan out of the corner of his eye.

Her brother is gritting his teeth.

Whether it is Jieli Khan or An Lushan dancing depends on whether she will rebel.

But ultimately, I couldn't go too far and deliberately push the other party to the opposite side.

So he got up and went to Zhang Ziyi's side, clapping and laughing.

"Great, that was a very good jump."

"You can't tell at all that he hasn't practiced for many years; his foundation is indeed solid."

"Thank you." Zhang Ziyi stopped, put her hands together, and thanked her with a smile.

"Let's do it together, everyone, okay?"

"it is good!"

Clap clap clap clap... The applause continued.

Amidst rhythmic applause, Zhang Yuan took the other person's hand, put his arm around their waist, and began to dance gracefully with gentle steps.

When her boss dances with her, it's not just her performing alone.

Sure enough, Zhang Ziyi and her brother's expressions improved considerably.

"Sister Fan, let's dance together."

Zhang Yuan also pulled Xu Fan forward.

They even dragged the bored Lao Wang to sing along for them.

The atmosphere gradually warmed up, and the dinner party slowly turned into a large-scale disco.

He wanted to "retire gracefully" and step down, but Cheng Hao stopped him.

"You dance with everyone, but you never think of me, is that it?"

"Of course not, I'll be dancing with each of the girls in my company later."

"But I have some things to take care of first."

"Oh..." Looking in the direction Zhang Yuan was going, the good older sister knew what was going on and didn't stop him.

Zhang Yuan then went to a table a little further away and sat down next to a fat man wearing glasses.

This person is none other than Yu Zheng, who was specially invited, and also forced to, to participate today!
"Producer Yu, how was the food today?" Zhang Yuan asked, patting his thigh.

"That's great, and the drinks are good too."

"Your house is even better, congratulations."

Yu Zheng pushed up his glasses and smiled, revealing his rather ugly front teeth.

Meanwhile, he was thinking about how the news had previously revealed that he had bought a mansion worth over 2 million... Anyway, the number was getting bigger and bigger.

He didn't quite believe that Zhang Yuan was that rich.

Later, it was clarified that they had all shown the property ownership certificate, revealing that the house was worth over 20 million yuan.

He thought that was more like it.

But after arriving at this house today and being shown around, he began to think that the rumors might be true!
What the hell!

This house is so big you could drive a car in the yard.

Just like with Zhang Ziyi, Zhang Yuan had his assistant show him around.

The reason for insisting on having him come was simple: when we talked to him about the profit sharing of Huanyu Films, he wanted to invest all the money in the next film.

They just don't want to pay.

All you do is eat and not poop, are you trying to become a mythical creature?
Then I'll have to stab your butt with a knife and open your eyes.

Let's first demonstrate our economic strength.

Because economic strength is hard power, it can express the lower limit of a person's ability.

Then, I'll show you what happens when I try to outsmart you.

Who is stronger, you or Ziyi?
Even Zhang Ziyi has been trained to dance gracefully; you should assess your own capabilities.

Otherwise, you'll be the next one to go up and dance!

Yu Zheng does bear a resemblance to An Lushan in stature.

To fight external enemies, one must first secure internal stability. If you can't even manage the companies and people you've invested in, how can you go out and conquer?

Let alone expanding territory.

Just like ancient dynasties, they had to be able to collect taxes from all over the country to fill the national treasury before they were qualified to go out to fight.

Emperor Wu of Han had Sang Hongyang.

Zhu Di had Zhu Gaochi.

Even Emperor Jiajing had Yan Song to help him raise money.

It's one thing to treat outsiders, but to pull this on me is another.

I also have the Heavenly Child Granny!

I'll kill you with the Life and Death Talisman.

"I talked to you about that last time."

"Beauty's Rival in Palace is selling so well, it's been on more than a dozen TV stations, so why isn't it generating revenue?"

"I'm short of money because I'm hosting guests and renovating my house."

"I was even planning to borrow some rice from you, Producer Yu, when we finally have rice to cook."

"Could it be that the TV station is withholding payment?"

"How about I try to get in touch with them for you? Maybe it will be helpful."

"No, no..." Yu Zheng waved his hands repeatedly.

"That is how the matter?"

"Could it be, just as I suspected, that you've had bad luck with your employer, or that there are problems with the company's finances?"

"Then I'll send someone to check your accounts."

"If you find woodworms, you must deal with them as soon as possible."

"Find a way to get this kind of person in!"

"Don't worry, I have the best accounting and finance team," Zhang Yuan said, patting his chest.

“I recently spoke with Mr. Li from Shanghai TV station and asked him to help me find some graduates from Tilanqiao to assist me.”

Tilanqiao is a famous prison in Shanghai. This place has two special products: political prisoners and economic prisoners.

Those who are not up to par or lack the ability are not qualified to be locked up in this place.

People from the Big Four accounting firms are all nobodies compared to the "failing graduates" in this place.

Because the people at the Big Four accounting firms can at most help companies falsify accounts.

For example, PwC, which helped cover up Evergrande's financial troubles, was directly punished by the authorities.

The remaining three companies also suffered as a result, not only being subject to concentrated scrutiny, but also being implicitly required to abandon them and use domestic auditing firms.

For the people at Tilanqiao, Evergrande is just a piece of meat.

It's fair to say that half of the nation's smartest people in finance are based in Shanghai.

Half of the smartest people in Shanghai are here.

A very famous name!

So when Yu Zheng heard this, his back was covered in sweat.

The people here can find out exactly how many sheets of toilet paper you use every time you poop.

Yu Zheng has arrived; it is to receive the imperial decree.

Now we're just asking him to obey orders.

He never expected that today's housewarming party would turn into a trap for him.

"Actually, the company needs time to turn over its funds."

"I will submit a financial statement to you as soon as possible."

"Oh, that's good, you scared me." Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Zheng thought to himself, "Who's going to scare whom?"

This incredibly shrewd producer understood perfectly well that Zhang Yuan was blatantly threatening him.

But I had no choice but to comply.

But deep down, I was still unconvinced and felt that I had been cheated.

The money you earn has to be shared with others, and you have no choice but to share it.

I have a share of this big house!
"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Zhang Yuan patted him on the shoulder.

Hopefully he will keep his word, otherwise everyone will be in trouble.

After the banquet ended, Zhang Yuan personally escorted Yu Zheng to his car.

They also saw Zhang Ziyi and her brother off at the door.

"I will talk to director Wang Jiawei again."

"I will fully support your career from now on," he assured him.

"As for your share of the profits after you join the company..."

Zhang Yuan originally thought it would be a 50/50 chance, but who told you to insult me ​​for no reason? You'll have to pay the price.

But Jiang Xin's complaints reminded him that he shouldn't push things too hard.

Given Zhang Ziyi's fame, she would actually get paid 10/90 regardless of which company she joined.

Now that his reputation is bad and he's been put down by himself, he's bound to suffer some losses.

"37, I guess," Zhang Yuan said softly.

"How come it's only 3%?!" Zhang Zinan exclaimed.

Zhang Yuan: …

"You get 7, I get 3." Considering he was drunk, I didn't bother to argue.

You could clearly feel that Zhang Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief.

In addition to the relief she felt while dancing, these two breaths completely drained most of her backbone.

Zhang Ziyi helped her brother leave, remembering a fortune teller who had told her that she would face a calamity in her early thirties.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't a natural disaster but a "man-made calamity" that struck him.

After seeing all the guests off, Zhang Yuan walked around the spacious and quiet house alone.

A sudden feeling of emptiness made him spontaneously begin to sing.

"How lonely it is to be invincible..." (End of Chapter)