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"I Am Red Riding Hood, I Love the Big Bad Wolf" continues to screen, and despite numerous negative reviews, it cannot stop the curious onlookers.
That evening, in a remote residential area on the outskirts of the capital, the stars shone brightly as big shots gathered.
Countless influential figures from the entertainment industry congregated in a modest restaurant to celebrate the box office success of Sweet Potato Film Company's debut.
Of course, this was the official statement. The reality was that a group of industry veterans, tired of Three Stars tire restaurants, wore smiles while secretly cursing.
What the hell is this international fast-food giant's flagship store doing here? It turned out to be a less than fifty-square-meter Water County Eats!
Li Hong rarely donned a suit, his face solemn as he stood outside with crew members to welcome guests.
Feng Gangpao limped over with the aid of a cane and an assistant.
"You guys are really something! Can we change the venue?" This was Feng Gangpao's assessment.
Li Hong accepted the sincere blessing from his rival with a smile and warmly welcomed Feng Gangpao's arrival: "No way!"
"…"
Feng Gangpao let out a muffled grunt, glancing at the circle of media reporters outside, and suppressed his displeasure: "You better think this through; it's not us who will be embarrassed but you Sweet Potato Films."
Faced with another blessing from his adversary, Li Hong had no choice but to put on his warmest smile and express strong welcome.
Why should I bother with someone so stubborn?
Having swallowed his frustration, Feng Gangpao had to rein in his displeasure.
Once Feng Gangpao entered the restaurant, media reporters swarmed around Li Hong, surrounding him tightly.
"Mr. Li, what did you discuss with Director Feng?"
"This, well, I asked him what he wanted to eat. He likes papaya, but I don't have any here, so he wasn't very happy," Li Hong said with a smile.
The reporters were baffled. What kind of answer was that?
Shouldn't these two be at each other's throats? Why were they being so cordial?
A reporter from the Beijing Evening News, wearing black-rimmed glasses, pressed on, "Mr. Li, you've known each other for so long; it can't just be about that, right?"
"Oh, that's not the case. I asked him what he thought about holding the celebration banquet in this place. He had a good opinion on it—he's against extravagance and is a model in the entertainment industry!"
Feng Gangpao stumbled slightly, almost losing his balance on his cane.
He turned back to glance at Li Hong and silently walked inside.
He couldn't listen any longer; who knew what kind of stories this guy would come up with next?
The reporters certainly knew Li Hong was just talking nonsense, but the problem was that this nonsense was entertaining!
After concocting a few more appealing stories, Li Hong finally managed to send those persistent folks away.
At that moment, Soulmate and others began ushering in the guests who had arrived later.
Once it was confirmed that no one else was coming, Li Hong sneakily glanced at the door and then, to the astonished eyes of the reporters, locked the main entrance.
Not only that, to prevent any future issues, Li Hong also instructed others to draw the curtains.
Now, outside, not a single thing could be seen.
"What exactly is going on with your secret celebration banquet?" Feng Gangpao exclaimed in fury upon seeing their actions.
"How can this be? Holding a celebration banquet like it's some secret meeting with spies. Who knows what kind of stories the reporters outside will come up with now?"
The others were equally frustrated; this kind of setup could easily drag them into trouble too!
Those who didn't know might think they were hosting some sort of underground gathering here.
"No, no, we can close the door, but the curtains must stay open!" Luhan was the first to speak up.
"Yes, yes, otherwise the reporters outside will definitely write whatever they want."
"…"
Li Hong understood their concerns very well.
But there was nothing he could do. If the food was served later and it turned out embarrassing, it would be a disaster.
Having chosen Water County Eats for the event was already enough for the onlookers to criticize. If it got out that they were serving these guests cabbage, then Sweet Potato's already limited reputation would likely be completely ruined.
Li Hong pretended not to hear their complaints. He discreetly called over his capable assistant, Soulmate, and instructed, "Start serving drinks; the dishes can begin preparation."
Soulmate nodded and turned to head towards the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, the chubby couple faced a mountain of cabbage, unsure of where to start.
Just then, Soulmate walked in.
The chubby man grabbed Soulmate's hand, his voice trembling. "Brother, are you trying to make things difficult for me, Fat Tiger? It's all cabbage! And we have to create a Manchu Han Imperial Feast effect from this? How is that even possible?"
"Oh, so you don't want to do it anymore?" Soulmate's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of concern.
The chubby man was overjoyed, pulling out a stack of red Soft Sister Coins and saying excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! We're done. We'll return the money to you. You should hire a great chef instead."
Soulmate accepted the stack of coins and coldly addressed someone behind the door, "Alright then, since Mr. Zhi is not here, I won't keep you. Soul Mix, see them off."
Soul Mix stepped in, looking frustrated as he began to take off his shoes and unbuckle his belt.
The chubby man was puzzled until he saw his wife being dragged by Soulmate into a storage room and locked inside.
Then, he felt a sharp pain behind him...
What the hell? He had been tricked!
After the storm, everything returned to calm.
Soulmate held a stopwatch and scolded Soul Mix with an annoyed expression, "It took three minutes to resolve this, yet it dragged on for almost ten."
Soul Mix scratched his head apologetically, "Sorry about that, Chief. This guy was too stubborn; it just wouldn't work without some lubrication. I'll remember for next time and won't make the same mistake again."
Soulmate glanced at the time and looked at the chubby man who was collapsed on the ground scrubbing the tiles with a rag. "You have half an hour to prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. It doesn't matter if it tastes good; what matters is that there has to be enough quantity."
With gratitude swelling in his heart, the chubby man replied excitedly, "Got it! I'll get right on it."
"Good, you're teachable. Soul Mix, give him the money!"
"Oh." Soul Mix reluctantly pulled out a stack of Soft Sister Coins from his bag and handed them to the chubby man.
Then, Soulmate took Soul Mix and left the kitchen.
After they left, feeling the noticeably thicker stack of Soft Sister Coins in his hands, the chubby man felt a mix of emotions.
"1, ... 15, 16..." After confirming it was sixteen hundred, the chubby man felt a bit dazed.
After deducting the fifteen hundred good reward, had his integrity really only sold for a hundred?
His fingers turned white from gripping tightly, and his eyes flickered uncertainly. He seemed to sense a mocking tone coming from somewhere.
"Ha, a hundred? A hundred?" The chubby man glanced at the now yellowed rag he had used to wipe the tiles, his expression dimming.
"No, wait, ten minutes!"
Suddenly, he realized something crucial—his integrity had only sold for ten minutes!
Thinking this way, he surprisingly felt a sense of relief.
"A hundred for ten minutes, six hundred for an hour? Then for a whole night, wouldn't that be several thousand? So my integrity is worth this much?"
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