Wen Feiran hesitated and stepped forward, about to forcibly stop him, when she was grabbed by someone.
The old man, whose face Wen Feiran didn't recognize, smiled and said, "I've studied Go my whole life. I once played a game with you online, and I lost. Since then, I've been searching for you everywhere, but unfortunately, I haven't heard from you. That's what I hate most about the internet—it's too ethereal and virtual, and it doesn't conform to the principles of human social interaction. Fortunately, I later saw a clip and learned your identity. If you're interested in Go, could you...?"
"Shut up!"
How could you sneak around and poach my talent!
"You shameless old man!"
The Elder Zeng, who were fighting amongst themselves, immediately stopped their infighting and united against the common enemy. Each of them used increasingly fierce language, saying things that Wen Feiran dared not even listen to.
The argument escalated to four people. Wen Feiran was initially at a loss when she saw this, but after getting used to it, she couldn't help but laugh.
As people get older, it seems to mean a change in mindset, a greater sense of composure. Wen Feiran, still young, was quite confused about this life's challenges, even a little afraid. Now, however, he doesn't find it so unfamiliar or frightening anymore. Even if one gets older and still has a short temper, one can still be "vibrant."
Not wanting to let Elder Zeng and the others continue arguing, Wen Feiran tried to dissuade them a few times. He then tried to pour them a cup of hot tea, only to find that the water in the kettle had gone cold because he hadn't been home for so long.
He could only wash all the fruit in the refrigerator, place it in front of Elder Zeng and the others, and then return to the kitchen.
"Let me help you." The only man in a suit and tie walked over; he looked to be in his fifties, a generation younger than Wen Feiran.
"No need, please sit down and rest," Wen Feiran paused, confirming that she didn't know this person at all... Could he also have come with Elder Zeng?
"Let me introduce myself. I'm a music producer and also the music director of Wanxiang Entertainment. I'd like to ask if you have any intention of developing in this direction?"
He acted like a businessman, handing Wen Feiran the business card from his pocket.
Wen Feiran was somewhat flattered when she received it.
He also wanted to collaborate with Wanxiang Entertainment at the time, but unfortunately, his fame was too low to meet the requirements.
This music director is a legendary figure in the industry. He discovered several popular singers, and this business card is an olive branch. If he becomes an artist under Wanxiang Entertainment, he will no longer have to worry about encountering scum like Zhou Lei. He can concentrate on making music without any worries.
Wen Feiran was at a loss for words. Just then, the water boiled, and he used this as an excuse to return to the living room with the music director.
"Xiao Liu, how could you let Feiran carry the kettle? Be careful she doesn't get burned!" Elder Zeng said, frowning.
Wen Feiran didn't realize who "Xiao Liu" was at first, but the only person beside him was the music director of Wanxiang Entertainment.
The music director, carrying a kettle, walked over respectfully and poured water for Elder Zeng and the other three.
Wen Feiran's lips twitched uncontrollably.
The music director spent half his life climbing to this position, yet in front of Elder Zeng, he could only call him "Little Liu."
Wen Feiran had mixed feelings and really wanted to take a picture and post it on Weibo.
Who could understand the significance of this moment? He couldn't even imagine what kind of people could gather Elder Zeng and the others together, but fate is so strange, and these big shots are now squeezed onto his small sofa!
Wen Feiran licked her dry lips and sat on the sofa in the corner like a shy elementary school student.
The atmosphere in the living room immediately changed, becoming tense again.
Elder Zeng glared at the people who had opposed him his whole life, then warmly took Wen Feiran's hand and spoke first, "Speaking of which, we were the first to know each other. Now you're with my nephew, making us even closer. Don't feel pressured. Even if you don't study bamboo with me, I won't blame you. It's just a pity that my life will be meaningless."
Wen Feiran felt guilty for a second, then suddenly realized what was happening.
Elder Zeng, could you please tone down the green tea flavor a bit? It's gone too far!
Elder Zeng was very domineering and wouldn't allow anyone else to chat with Wen Feiran. The director of the design institute attracted his attention, and only then did the other two old men say a few words to Wen Feiran. As for the music director, perhaps influenced by the title "Little Liu," he treated him as an equal when they talked. Wen Feiran couldn't stand it and deliberately emphasized the tone of "Uncle Liu."
He hadn't even figured out his own feelings yet, his mind was a complete mess, and now he'd unexpectedly stumbled upon the "Boss Zhipin" event, leaving him even more bewildered and helpless.
Those present were all big names in their respective fields. Although they had different temperaments, their intentions were sincere. Wen Feiran didn't want to let anyone down, but he couldn't split himself into several parts, so he could only deal with them vaguely.
Just as his social skills were about to run out and he was frantically crying for help in his mind, there was a knock on the door.
Wen Feiran's eyes lit up. Guessing that the person who came was Gu Suian, she immediately stood up and walked quickly to the door.
But when he pushed open the door, he didn't see the reassuring smile he had imagined from Gu Suian; instead, he saw an uninvited guest.
"Zhou Lei?!" Wen Feiran managed to find her voice, peering warily towards the door. Confirming that only Zhou Lei was there, she frowned and demanded, "How did you know I lived here?"
Zhou Lei, his reputation has completely collapsed, and he has been plunged into his lowest point. He had no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure, personally coming to Wen Feiran to settle the matter privately with money.
He never expected Wen Feiran to live in such a poor and dilapidated place, far beyond his imagination. There was no elevator in the building, and he had to climb the stairs himself. Although the stairs were clean, the walls on both sides were covered with dust and densely packed small advertisements.