Behind the scenes of the entertainment industry

"Sir, you spent a total of 3,160 yuan. Would you like to pay by credit card or cash?"

When checking out, the front desk reported an amount that made Zhou Cheng feel a little heartbroken.

"How come there are so many? Isn't it just for one night?" Shang Hongye, who followed, was also a little surprised by the price and couldn't help but ask.

"The two of you stayed in an executive suite, and the cost for one night was 1,500 yuan. We ordered a cheese-baked Australian dragon, risotto... and a bottle of 2002 Latour. The dinner cost was 1,480 yuan." The front desk clearly misunderstood.

After hearing Shang Hongye's question, he explained directly: "There are four bottles of Evian and five disposable items in the room..."

"I understand, there's no need to report details anymore. Swipe your card and issue an invoice for me. Company name: Yanjing Star City Culture Co., Ltd." Before the front desk finished speaking, Zhou Cheng hurriedly interrupted her and saw Shang Hongye teasing next to her.

The look in his eyes, no matter how good his mood is, he can't help but blush.

A total of more than 3,000 yuan was spent on one night's stay. This made Zhou Cheng, who had just made some surplus, still feel heartbroken. It seems that picking up girls is not only a physical job, but also requires financial strength.

"I didn't expect that I was willing to spend money..." After leaving the hotel, Shang Hongye couldn't help laughing anymore, and joked to Zhou Cheng: "The little girl last night was the one at today's memorial service, right? My sister was just

Taking the blame for her..."

"I'm just entertaining customers." Zhou Cheng quibbled in a low voice.

"I actually used five disposable supplies to entertain customers. It seems to be quite cost-effective..." Although the front desk didn't say what was used just now, Shang Hongye, a veteran in love, could guess it.

"Please let me go." Zhou Cheng couldn't stand Shang Hongye's always looking up and down anymore, and hurriedly clasped his hands together to admit defeat: "My brother invited you to lunch today to express his gratitude."

"It's a treat." Shang Hongye smiled and said, "Sister doesn't eat Australian dragons. I want to eat fish today."

"Okay, let's eat fish. I happen to know a restaurant that cooks good fish. If I go there at this time, I don't know if there is a seat."

"Okay, you drive." Shang Hongye parked the car and prepared to change seats for Zhou Cheng.

"Shall I drive?" Zhou Cheng saw that Shang Hongye had unbuckled his seat belt, but still looked at her in disbelief.

Shang Hongye emphasized again: "Yes, you can drive. Please be my driver for my sister today."

"Okay, I'll drive a Mercedes-Benz too."

Although he was confident that he would definitely have his own Mercedes-Benz and his own sports car in the future, he didn't expect that this first try would be Shang Hongye's AMG worth more than two million.

Zhou Cheng first took a deep breath, and as his mood calmed down, he finally stopped worrying. After sitting in the driving position, igniting, shifting gears, and refueling all at once, and reaching the main road, he immediately stepped on the accelerator to accelerate. This Mercedes-Benz AMG

The acceleration performance comes into play instantly, and on the Fourth Ring Road with a speed limit of 80, it goes directly to 120.

This weekend, there were only a few cars on the North Fourth Ring Road, which had relatively sparse traffic. I originally thought that Zhou Cheng would take the opportunity to drive a distance, but Shang Hongye, who was in the passenger seat, had already grasped the window armrest to resist the pushing feeling. Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng

Cheng Zai felt the speed increase, and after driving for less than a kilometer, he returned to below the speed limit.

"Haha, Sister Hong, you regret lending it to me. I just saw a camera flash, I'm afraid I was caught speeding." Looking at Shang Hongye's puzzled expression, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but joked: "This is

I drove for the first time after getting my driver's license, and I had some little impulses."

"It's okay, there are many people here who can deduct points." Shang Hongye took a long breath. Just now, she really thought that Zhou Cheng would continue to reach 180. When he reached 200, he actually stopped when his speed reached 120.

Slow down slowly to maintain the posted speed limit of 80.

Now Shang Hongye is even more confused about Zhou Cheng.

Shang Hongye has worked hard in Yanjing for many years. She dropped out of high school to participate in the New Silk Road model competition, and later grew up to a business woman who owns her own advertising company, film and television company, and assets of tens of millions. She knows these big boys in Yanjing well.

, especially how easy it is for children whose elders are in positions of authority to make money.

The elders of the older generation may still make money by selling approval documents, set up a handbag company, or take a temporary job in a company to get shares. These modern officials' children are more high-end, and they are looking for it.

In fields such as real estate and finance, we directly acquire some undeveloped land through relationships, and then wait for developers to come to us to discuss cooperation after the policies are implemented.

Among the people Shang Hongye had seen, none of them had a net worth of tens of millions at a young age, drove luxury cars, dated beautiful women, and hugged each other in and out of nightclubs. There were really few people like Zhou Cheng who still had to carry the unknown in their hands.

Famous artists contact resources everywhere to run performances.

Zhou Cheng said just now that he didn't have a car, and Shang Hongye believed it now. The little excitement he showed when he held the steering wheel couldn't deceive her. Especially Zhou Cheng's urge to speed up when driving. For a moment, she felt like she was handing over the car.

Isn't it a wrong choice to drive for him? I just didn't expect that he could restrain himself and slow down when he only ran about one kilometer.

restraint.

From the first time Shang Hongye met Zhou Cheng, she was deeply impressed by his restraint. For a moment, Shang Hongye even lost confidence in her own beauty.

Shang Hongye once heard a successful person say that if you really want to be successful, you must first be able to restrain your desires and not let the world influence your thoughts. People who can restrain their desires often know better what they want.

On the way forward in life, you will not lose your direction due to temporary disorientation, and you will always be firm and clear about your goals.

Although the successful person failed to control his greed in the end and was imprisoned. However, this reminded Shang Hongye that he should restrain his desires and not be moved by external things. However, in the face of interests, he was really

, she still couldn't control the greed in her heart and fell into the deep pool of desire.

Now she saw the prototype of this successful person in Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng was able to restrain her desires, not to be seduced by beauty, not to be seduced by profit, even the speed and passion pursued by young people. How much self-control it took, this moment made her forget Zhou Cheng's

He is only twenty-four or five years old, and he has more curiosity and desire to explore Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng did not give Shang Hongye this chance. He skillfully controlled the Mercedes-Benz and took her to the Zhushikou of Qianmen Street. He parked the car on the side of the road and walked about fifty meters along the alley. He saw a restaurant called "

"Chen's Fish House" restaurant.

"Chen Family Fish Restaurant?" Shang Hongye looked at Zhou Cheng with some surprise. He had been in Yanjing for the first ten years. There were not only 100 restaurants like this with his surname as the signature, but 99 restaurants.

.

Zhou Cheng did not explain, but directly led her inside.

This hotel is not big, with about fifty square meters on the first floor. Apart from a bar, there are only a few booths and two round tables, and they are all full. There is a staircase next to the bar that can go up to the second floor. Look at this

Due to the layout, there are at most two private rooms upstairs.

The only unique thing about this hotel is probably a plaque above the bar that reads "Authentic Foodie". This is not a serious cursive calligraphy. The font is very exaggerated, but it does not feel inconsistent. Instead, it makes people feel very natural and majestic.

The most amazing thing is the signature, which has only two easily identifiable characters "大千".

Could this be Zhang Daqian's handwriting?

With a lot of doubts, Shang Hongye saw Zhou Cheng walking straight to the bar and said to the middle-aged woman who was settling accounts: "Sister Chen, business is good, please help me arrange a seat."

"Xiao Cheng, how many of you are there?" The woman looked up at Zhou Cheng, showed a friendly smile, and then continued to settle accounts with her head down after greeting him.

"It's just two people, just let Uncle Chen help arrange a few dishes."

"You two, please sit down on the stools over here. Counter No. 4 is already checking out. You can come out in a minute."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Chen."

The woman was counting on table number four. Zhou Cheng and the others waited less than five minutes before the four-person booth at the end of the hall became vacant.

As soon as the two of them sat down, two more groups of guests came over. However, they left helplessly after hearing that they had to wait for a long time before changing the table.

"The business of this restaurant is good. On such a hot day, there is such a good business, and it can actually turn over the tables at noon." Shang Hongye praised sincerely.

Zhou Cheng smiled: "Sister Hong, you are the big boss. You must rarely visit such a fly restaurant."

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't go to restaurants every time. I usually cook by myself." Shang Hongye took out a rubber band and tied her originally tempting big waves into a high ponytail, which is more convenient for dining.

At the same time, it also shows her neat side.

"Really, I must taste it if I have the chance."

"Okay, I'll invite you to eat at home when I have time." Shang Hongye blurted out this slightly ambiguous promise, which made the two of them feel awkward. After Shang Hongye poured himself a glass of water, he pointed to the table above the bar.

The plaque asked the doubts in his heart: "Did Zhang Daqian write these words?"

"Yes, the owner of this restaurant used to be my neighbor." Zhou Cheng pointed to the busy woman at the cashier and said: "Sister Chen, her great-grandfather was originally a well-known chef in Shanghai, and her dish of dried fish was particularly famous, so

Zhang Daqian specially sent a painting of calligraphy to his home."

"Did your family move here from Shanghai?"

"My family is an authentic native of Yanjing. Sister Chen's family moved from Shanghai. Grandpa Chen, like my grandfather, is a railway worker and later settled in Yanjing." Zhou Cheng continued to introduce: "Grandpa Chen's fish roasting

The food is delicious. When I was a child, I often went to Grandpa Chen’s house to have dinner. Later..."

While Shang Hongye was listening in fascination, he suddenly found Zhou Cheng stopped and staring straight at the entrance of the hotel. Shang Hongye followed Zhou Cheng's eyes and saw a man in his twenties wearing blue short-sleeved shirts.

The woman wearing a T-shirt and the same muscular man walked in one after another.