Deal

"News of you donating supplies to the Disaster Area was everywhere online," Xu Yao said with a smile. "As it happens, I made a donation too."

At that, he sighed.

Qin Ze froze for a moment, then took out his phone and browsed the news. Sure enough, yesterday's entertainment headlines had been about him personally heading to the Disaster Area to donate supplies.

He casually scrolled through the comments. The netizens were full of praise: "This is way more generous than what other celebrities do."

"What does celebrity even mean? Don't compare celebrities to him, okay? Being a celebrity is just his side job."

"Oh my God, he donated seven million a few days ago, and now he's gone to the Disaster Area too. My husband is so caring."

"Thumbs up for Qin Ze."

"If this is putting on a show, then I hope he keeps putting on that show forever. Like."

Qin Ze nodded in satisfaction. The more positive his image was, the farther he could go. It was the same in every profession. Even writing novels required positive energy. Those people who drove dirty jokes every day and ruined idioms and dictionaries were taking crooked paths.

Just then, Xu Yanyan returned after ordering. A moment later, the server brought dish after dish to the table. The food had been ready for a while; it simply had not been served yet.

Qin Ze reluctantly put away his phone, clinked glasses with Xu Yao, and said, "Did you have to come personally for the disaster relief?"

Xu Yao's smile was faint. "I'm also here to discuss a business deal."

"A business deal?"

"The Post-Disaster Reconstruction Project."

Qin Ze instinctively smelled something shady. He looked at Wang Zijing.

Wang Zijing put down her chopsticks and chewed her food. While eating, she