Panic

Even though they were old classmates and longtime friends, from a purely business standpoint, the client company's representative was not blindly fond of the second short film Zhu Maolin had recommended.

Although the second film did have more feeling, Shao Fei had to consider the additional effects brought by the first film's leading actress's fame and so on.

But after a round of negotiations, Shao Fei still bought the second short film—because its production cost was not high, and could even be described as cheap, while its quality was quite good. It could be broadcast in another time slot on the TV station as a complement, perhaps producing an even better GG effect.

Overall, it had been a very pleasant meeting.

"Maolin, thanks for the effort."

After the meeting, Shao Fei came to Zhu Maolin. They were close enough to chat about anything. Shao Fei offered Zhu Maolin a cigarette, but Zhu Maolin shook his head and said he had quit.

Shao Fei smoked by himself. The smoke grew a little thick, so he opened the window. The city outside was already lit up. Looking at Zhu Maolin, he suddenly said, "Come to think of it, how long has it been since the two of us properly got together?"

Zhu Maolin thought for a while. "More than half a year, I guess? Last time was sometime in April or May, wasn't it?"

Shao Fei was stunned. He smacked his lips a few times. "Has it really been that long? Why does it feel like only two or three months?"

Zhu Maolin nodded. "It has been that long. The last time I saw you, your belly wasn't this big yet."

Shao Fei rubbed his stomach and laughed. "They say people put on weight in middle age. I'm not even thirty until