After saying goodbye to Luo Bisheng, Wang Xiaoliang got into his car. He was just about to start it when his phone rang.
It was Xiao Mo.
"Xiaoliang, the interview's over. Come celebrate!" Xiao Mo's voice on the other end brimmed with excitement he couldn't hide.
"Celebrate?" Wang Xiaoliang was baffled. "We only just finished recording. What's there to celebrate?"
"Oh, don't worry about all that. Just get over here!"
Wang Xiaoliang figured the crew would definitely be there. He and Wei Zijin had agreed that they couldn't let them know they had close private dealings with Xiao Mo. "I'll pass. You guys have fun."
"Don't! I've already sent the TV Station people away. It's just our own people." Xiao Mo paused on the other end, then added, "Stop by the TV Station on your way and pick up Zijin too."
Wang Xiaoliang understood at once.
This guy knew exactly what was going on too.
Sure enough, anyone who became an influencer with tens of millions of followers had to have something exceptional about him.
Xiao Mo really hadn't gotten where he was on luck alone.
After picking up Wei Zijin, he drove with her to Xiao Mo's company building.
The parking lot was a different world from his last visit, packed with cars-Porsches and Maseratis, each in a flashier color than the last, all gaudily modified. A Rolls-Royce and a Tesla parked nearby actually looked staid among them.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and a wave of heat hit them, mingled with cigarette smoke and all sorts of perfume. The noise made their ears buzz.
The corridor was full of people, more women than men, gathered in twos and threes. Some laughed and horsed around, some leaned against the walls chatting, and others held their phones and