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Wang Dafu glanced at Yue Sennan.

Yue Sennan smiled. "I heard he's been hanging around with Director Liu lately. Director Liu is preparing to shoot a TV drama and has been looking everywhere for investment..."

Wang Dafu's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the thread. "You mean you want me to invest in Director Liu's TV drama?"

Wang Dafu gave it some thought, his gaze unconsciously drifting toward where Lu Heng had been—only, in that short time, Lu Heng had already gone into the private room. Wang Dafu saw nothing, yet the image of Lu Heng leaning against the wall with his body bent kept surfacing in his mind. That waist, those legs...

Wang Dafu swallowed hard and smiled meaningfully. "How about this? Find a time to ask Lu Heng out. We'll talk face-to-face—"

Before he could finish, Yue Sennan cut him off. "I'm afraid that won't work. Never mind whether Lu Heng, as an artist under Huaxia Imperial Entertainment, would dare contact Yingdun behind the company's back. Just his personality alone... Don't be fooled by how docile he seems now. Once he gets stubborn, he's far more unyielding than Zhao Miao."

"Besides..." Yue Sennan glanced at Wang Dafu and deliberately reminded him, "Lu Heng knows martial arts. What if we fail to reach an agreement and he starts throwing punches..."

Wang Dafu's brow furrowed sharply. He shot Yue Sennan an unhappy look. "This won't work, that won't work. Are you just spouting nonsense to mess with me?"

Yue Sennan quickly smiled. "Don't be angry, President Wang. I wasn't finished. What I meant was, since Lu Heng is a dead end, we can call Director Liu. Isn't he inside having dinner with investors? Tell him to put in some effort and get Lu Heng drunk. Then President Wang