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Feng Chaoying boarded the car and instructed, "Go back to the company."

The driver started the car and headed towards the company.

Baihe's Chen Wuzhen has always wanted to get closer to him. He had previously arranged for a woman to accompany him at a dinner party, but after being rejected, this person still didn't give up. He would invite him to play golf one moment, and then to attend a leadership forum the next. Feng Chaoying understood Chen Wuzhen's intentions. Chen Wuzhen is in the real estate business. Although the real estate market has maintained its former glory in recent years, everyone knows that it is gradually heading towards its twilight. Chen Wuzhen has been wanting to make a transition and enter the film and television industry for the past two years. However, the current film and television industry is not the same as five years ago. Back then, the opportunities were abundant, with competitors vying for dominance and the landscape uncertain. But now, it has basically been divided up, and rashly entering the film and television industry would only result in being completely eliminated. That's why Chen Wuzhen wants to take advantage of his influence.

Zhongtian Fund has grown to be a major player in the domestic market, primarily relying on the film and television industry. Feng Chaoying, in particular, has established good relationships with several influential figures in the film and television industry.

If Fang Zhaoying really had a hand in it, then it's not necessarily impossible for Chen Wu to get involved as well.

What Chen Wu doesn't know is that Feng Chaoying despises being used by others. Especially when they think he has low intelligence and is unaware that he's being manipulated.

This lunch completely ruined his good mood. Feng Chaoying closed his eyes, preparing for a short nap. However, at this moment, the driver suddenly spoke, "Mr. Feng."

"Hmm?"

"It seems that the kid named Cheng Qingzhou is up ahead," the driver said.

Feng Chaoying opened her eyes and looked outside the window.

There weren't many people on the street by the roadside, so he spotted Cheng Qingzhou at a glance.

Cheng Qingzhou was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, walking with his head down.

Seeing his back figure, Feng Chaoying suddenly remembered something and asked, "Lao Huang, yesterday I asked you to deliver my business card to him. Did he come to the company to find me today?"

Lao Huang gripped the steering wheel with both hands and slowed down the speed.

It seems like there isn't.

Feng Zhaoying fell into silence.

"Boss, do we need to pull over to the side?" Lao Huang asked again.

Feng Zhaoying raised an eyebrow, "No need, let's go back to the company."

The black car sped by like a swift lightning. Cheng Qingzhou took a glance and vaguely felt that this car seemed a bit familiar. It almost hit him two days ago, and yesterday it unexpectedly saved him. Now, with this encounter today, for three consecutive days, although Cheng Qingzhou had no knowledge about cars, he still formed an impression of this model. Could it be Fang Chaoying's car? This thought flashed through Cheng Qingzhou's mind.

He pondered for a moment, then took out the business card of Feng Chaoying from his pocket again. In his mind, he wondered, what could this man named Feng Chaoying possibly mean by giving him his business card?

And Cheng Qingzhou also never expected that he would continue to hit a wall in restaurants that afternoon. Every restaurant he went to said they didn't need a dishwasher, politely turning him away. It was evident from the eyes of those restaurant managers that they didn't trust his age and appearance. Indeed, Cheng Qingzhou's appearance had a strong misleading effect. He seemed innocent, without any hidden agenda, making it easy for people to approach him. However, this kind of appearance also made him be seen as a child, someone who couldn't be relied upon.

Cheng Qingzhou sat gloomily on the side of the road, contemplating what other jobs he could possibly find. Does he really have to become a model in an art studio?

Whenever Cheng Qingzhou imagined himself standing naked in front of others, being scrutinized by their gazes and having his body sketched, he couldn't help but shudder involuntarily.

He felt that he was still a relatively traditional boy in some sense and couldn't accept such avant-garde work.