Wang Zhaoyi nodded, got up, and walked out of the guest room. Gao Ci followed Wang Zhaoyi out as well. Only the Zhang brothers remained in the room.
"We should wash up and get some sleep too."
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, it was already past six when Zhang Xianyang and his brother woke up. After a quick wash, they went downstairs for breakfast. Most of the production crew was also in the restaurant downstairs. When they saw the Zhang brothers, they all turned to greet them.
Zhang Chaofan held a steamed bun in one hand and a fried dough stick in the other as he laughed. "I heard you two made quite a splash at the military headquarters yesterday."
As a director who always made patriotic TV dramas, Zhang Chaofan's background carried a certain official flavor as well. It was said that he was a deeply hidden third-generation Red, though he had always kept a low profile and his family had deliberately concealed it, so not many people inside or outside the industry knew about it. Still, that did not stop Zhang Chaofan from having exceptionally well-informed channels.
Hearing that, Zhang Xianyang waved it off indifferently and laughed heartily. "I was just itching for a fight and exchanged a few moves with the brothers. Loosened up a bit."
"You may have loosened up, but some people got pretty tense because of it." Zhang Chaofan said something cryptic, then did not pursue the topic. Pointing at the breakfast on the table, he smiled. "Sit down and eat with us?"
"Of course." Zhang Xianyang walked over, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down. Turning to the approaching server, he said, "Two bowls of vegetable congee, two baskets of soup dumplings, and two plates of mixed cold