"Tomorrow night we have to attend a banquet," Zhou Lan said to Zhou Yun. "By then, Xue Qin, Shi Luoqi, and You Jiang will all be there. We can et them."
Zhou Yun asked, "Is it public?"
"Yes, it’s public," Zhou Lan nodded.
There are always plenty of business banquets by the end of the year.
Throughout the year, those who have achieved significant success and are the most prominent figures in various industries will frequently attend these gatherings, assembling as celebrities.
Zhou Lan said, "Most of the people attending tomorrow night are Oscar voters; they will be involved in the voting. So the people from Paimon also told to let you know you must take tomorrow night’s event seriously."
"I’ve already co to the United States; how can I not take it seriously?" Zhou Yun said.
"By the way, He Wenyun might also appear," Zhou Lan said. "I heard she’s in the United States too. She has a good relationship with Paimon and is about to star in ’Chinese Warrior,’ currently receiving a lot of attention."
Zhou Yun nodded.
"I have no conflict with her; I’ll greet her when I see her."
Zhou Lan: "That’s for the best, but once your photo is posted on social dia, there will definitely be a lot of discussion. You know what I an, right?"
"Yes, I understand," Zhou Yun nodded. "But it’s alright, Sister Lan. There will definitely be a lot of provocative, sarcastic, and mocking voices, especially those hoping to see He Wenyun and in a fight. We must stay calm and not let them provoke us."
"Of course. I’ve already told them that in this regard, we absolutely won’t stir up trouble. Don’t worry."
"Okay."
The next morning, Zhou Yun looked out the window; the vast sky was lead-gray.
It’s not good weather.
Unlike yesterday, the sun was shining brightly.
Zhou Yun was worried it would rain today.
If it rains, today’s filming... Oh, it won’t affect today’s filming; it’s indoors anyway.
But it’s very cold.
Zhou Yun put on a thick jacket—if it weren’t for the sake of her image, she would prefer to wear an even thicker, warr coat.
But Zhou Lan clearly wouldn’t agree to let her do so.
Zhou Yun went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
There’s half an hour before heading to the shoot, just enough ti for breakfast.
Zhou Yun took two slices of toast and poured a glass of milk. That’s her breakfast.
Zheng Xiaojue accompanied Zhou Yun to a table.
To the left of this table, sat a portly middle-aged man with brown hair, sipping milk while reading the morning newspaper provided by the restaurant.
When Zhou Yun and Zheng Xiaojue sat down, the man glanced up at the two young won.
Compared to Zhou Yun’s simple plate, the food in front of Zheng Xiaojue was obviously more abundant.
"Sister Lan and Xiaoyun are so lazy," Zheng Xiaojue said. "They both said they’re skipping breakfast."
Zhou Yun said, "Yesterday morning, Liu Yun woke up early to have breakfast with , but you weren’t there."
Zheng Xiaojue: "..."
Oops, I forgot about my poor performance yesterday when I was talking about them.
Zheng Xiaojue showed an awkward smile.
Zhou Yun held back a laugh.
Zhou Yun lifted her cup and took a sip of milk. Halfway through, her movent suddenly paused.
Seeing Zhou Yun’s hand stopped mid-air, Zheng Xiaojue asked, "Sister Xiao Yun, what’s wrong? Is the milk not right?"
Zhou Yun stared straight at the man sitting diagonally ahead of her. To be precise, she was staring at the newspaper in his hand.
Zheng Xiaojue looked in the direction of Zhou Yun’s gaze.
Recently, she’s been studying English and has made so progress.
But she’s still not used to headlines with all uppercase letters; she has to ntally convert them to lowercase to translate accurately.
So it took Zheng Xiaojue a mont to figure out what the newspaper headline was about.
—A Chinese male actor was robbed and assaulted last night, severely injured and hospitalized.
The instant Zheng Xiaojue translated it, her pupils dilated, and she couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Brother Xiao Gu!"
As if waking from a dream, Zhou Yun put down the cup and imdiately picked up the phone to call Gu Huaichun.
The phone rang for a long ti, but Gu Huaichun did not answer.
Zhou Yun was utterly anxious.
"Is it Brother Xiao Gu?" Zheng Xiaojue was confused, looking at Zhou Yun helplessly.
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