It's just that they have money.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Zhenghao's roar echoed throughout the restaurant, drawing the attention of other diners.

Then he lowered his voice, grabbed Fang Chen's neck, and shook him repeatedly: "Why, why, why, why are you so lucky!"

"Brother, give me some energy, I'm going to faint, take it easy."

Zhang Zhenghao was only excited for a moment, but he understood the principle of not flaunting his wealth in public, and quickly calmed down.

"You bastard, your luck has been so good lately it's infuriating!"

"Well, maybe it's just God's blessing," Fang Chen chuckled, and didn't continue the topic.

The three men ate and chatted casually, but because there were girls at the table, the two grown men were not very relaxed.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Will Brother Chen take you flying?"

Fang Chen turned his head in confusion and saw a young man standing two steps away.

He had a round face, slightly parted lips, wore a black bomber jacket, and was holding a bottle of beer. He was tilting his head and sizing him up.

"It really is you." The man grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth. "I heard someone call you by your name as soon as I came in. I thought it was just someone with the same name. Damn, it really is you."

"Who are you?" Fang Chen was taken aback for a moment before realizing, "Zhao Xiaole?"

"That's me!" Zhao Xiaole plopped down in the chair next to Fang Chen and slammed his beer bottle on the table. "I was just planning to ask you out for dinner, and it's such a coincidence that we bumped into each other here."

Zhang Zhenghao held his wine glass, sizing up the uninvited guest.

"Are you the one who recharged 80,000?"

Zhao Xiaole glanced at him and nodded confidently: "Yes, it's me. And who are you?"

"Zhang Zhenghao, his brother." Zhang Zhenghao pointed at Fang Chen.

Zhao Xiaole's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pat Zhang Zhenghao on the shoulder: "Brother, your friend is a real jerk. Let me tell you, I just stepped on him, and he ran away. I was so angry!"

"I told you, I'm not running away, I just don't want to play anymore," Fang Chen corrected.

"Isn't that the same?" Zhao Xiaole looked innocent. "What's the point of me playing alone if you don't want to play anymore? It was pretty fun showing off on other servers, but this dedicated server is no fun at all. It's all bot accounts. When a real person finally shows up, they run away after just a couple of moves."

Fang Chen smiled but didn't reply.

Zhao Xiaole didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled a bottle of beer out of the box, bit the cap off with his teeth, and held it up: "Here, have one, what a coincidence!"

His gaze then fell on Xu Wen, scrutinizing her for a moment before he leaned closer to Fang Chen, lowering his voice but still making no attempt to control his volume: "Is this your girlfriend?"

Fang Chen shook his head: "Assistant."

"Assistant?" Zhao Xiaole glanced at Xu Wen again, a hint of something in her eyes. "Oh—assistant, huh?"

The last syllable of that "oh" was drawn out, carrying a deep meaning.

Xu Wen's expression didn't change much, but he turned his head away, clearly not wanting to look at him.

Zhao Xiaole clearly didn't notice, or rather, didn't care at all.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, took a swig of beer, and spoke with the smugness of someone who'd been there before.

"Let me tell you, I used to have a female assistant, but it didn't work out. She was too much trouble. She was always following me around, and I had no personal space at all."

Fang Chen didn't respond, but Zhao Xiaole had clearly started talking non-stop: "Do you know how I met my last girlfriend?"

Fang Chen politely asked in return, "How did you meet?"

"I met her while filming. She was a third-tier actress, but she was incredibly attractive. We dated for about half a year before we broke up."

"Why are we splitting up?" Zhang Zhenghao asked curiously.

Zhao Xiaole shrugged: "She wants resources, and I've given her those resources, but she also wants a formal title, which I can't give her. My father said that women in the entertainment industry are not marriage material; playing around is fine, but taking them seriously is not an option."

He said this with such confidence, as if it were a matter of course.

Zhao Xiaole took another swig of beer and got more and more excited as he talked.

"Being an actor is too troublesome, there are too many things to do and too many requirements. It's much simpler to be a dance student."

He chuckled twice.

"Dance students are great; they have great figures and great poise, and they're not as driven by ambition. But they're hard to pursue; their social circles are small, and you can't really get close to them."

Fang Chen put down his chopsticks and wine glass, and quietly watched his performance.

"And then?" Zhang Zhenghao asked.

"Then I opened a dance training class," Zhao Xiaole said casually. "Right in Guangzhou, I rented a venue, spent over a million yuan on renovations, and hired a few professional dance teachers. Guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"During the recruitment process, all the applicants were young college students. I interviewed them one by one. Those I liked were hired, and those I didn't were told to wait for further notice. Some girls would even sleep with me in order to get the job!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled smugly, picked up his beer, and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Zhenghao opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

The barbecue restaurant was filled with the noise of people, the sizzling of charcoal, and the clinking of glasses, making it a little too noisy.

Fang Chen glanced at Xu Wen.

Xu Wen put down the skewers in his hand, wiped his hands with a tissue, then picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

Zhao Xiaole continued talking about how his dance training class was discovered by his grandfather, how his grandfather scolded him for wasting money, and how he eventually had to close the shop.

"My training class is clearly profitable, and it will recoup its costs in a few months, but my dad insists that I close it down. I really have no choice."

Zhang Zhenghao couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Chen also curved the corners of his mouth slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He picked up his glass, clinked it against Zhao Xiaole's, and changed the subject: "What does your dad do? How come he has so much money for you to pick up girls?"

"My dad, Zhao Taiye," Zhao Xiaole answered reluctantly.

Fang Chen and Zhang Zhenghao didn't react much to the name.

Xu Wen was somewhat surprised. She whispered, "A top-tier producer in China, who has produced several big-budget films. A big shot in the industry."

Fang Chen's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He took another look at Zhao Xiaole, remembering his dream and the system's mission.

I actually found it here.

But some things are too early to say now.

Our relationship isn't that close yet.

At least we found a starting point.

Zhao Xiaole clearly didn't want to continue talking about her father and started telling stories about her recent interesting experiences.

It wasn't until Zhao Xiaole couldn't hold it in any longer and went to the restroom that Xu Wen spoke up: "Boss, I don't like this person."

"I don't like it either, it's too damn long-winded," Zhang Zhenghao chimed in.

"I know, but it's useful," Fang Chen said.

Xu Wen paused for two seconds, then quickly realized: "The boss wants to invest in the film and television industry?"

"I have that idea."

"Even less recommended than going to the gym."