"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom. Zhang Heng said suddenly, got up and hurried to the door with his bag.

"Meiyun, what's going on?" He asked in a low voice as he poked his head out.

"It's not my uncle yet, you want to introduce him to me!" He Meiyun exhaled.

"No, your uncle is a Cambridge bachelor of arts and a senior civil servant of the Xiangjiang government, so that's all he can see?" Bao Peihui smacked his tongue, "This guy can barely see his face and figure, how can he take any other places!"

Several other men also shook their heads again and again, and Pang Wen joked: "If you don't consider my Pang Jie, although he is only 13 years old, he is smart." ”

Zhou Yannan held his chin and said: "But I feel that he is so beautiful, and Uncle He's vision is always better than ours, he must have advantages that we don't understand." ”

"Nan Nan has a point, anyway, let Meiyun do it herself, I think he is also a person who understands etiquette, and if he says it well, he will naturally retreat in the face of difficulties. He Chiefguang smiled, "Come, let's drink tea first, the protagonist can't start before he arrives." ”

At the door of the bathroom in the corridor outside the Wenhua Hall, Zhang Heng called a middle-aged man with white temples and glasses, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Zou from Golden Harvest?"

"It's me, are you?" Zou Wenhuai looked at the young man suspiciously, he didn't remember that someone had introduced him to the other party today.

"I'm a Kwun Tong Tai Heng Printer...... Salesman. Zhang Heng took out a temporarily printed business card from his bag and stuffed it into his hand, then took out a color painting page and unfolded it in front of him.

"An elder brought me over today, and it just so happened that there was a new patent sticker in our factory, so I brought it to you to see. ”

"Look, this A4-sized pictorial can be torn off and posted at will. Zhang Heng casually tore off the sticker and pasted it on the wall at the door of the bathroom.

Bruce Lee, whose feet shattered the plaque of "The Sick Man of East Asia", hung on the wall, glaring at the two of them angrily.

"It's so convenient for fans to post it!" Zhang Heng glanced at it with satisfaction, and took out another sticker.

"And in small portions, you see, so that fans can stick it anywhere, on their arms, books, school bags, stationery boxes, car mirrors, even if it's on a pistol. ”

Zou Wenhuai frowned and looked at the photo collection in his hand, then looked at the wall, reached out and tore off the pictorial, rolled it up and pinched it in his hand, and walked to the bathroom.

"As you can see, our stickers can be glued and torn off many times, which is very convenient. Zhang Heng casually stuffed the sticker into his bag and followed him with a smile.

"Are you going to sell this kind of sticker to Golden Harvest?" Zou Wenhuai glanced at him.

"I want to get authorization from Golden Harvest to let our factory print stickers with Golden Harvest movie stars and sell them to the majority of fans. ”

"You can just talk to Bruce about it, we are not like Shaw Brothers, we do not restrict actors from undertaking advertising business outside, and you can apply to the company for filing review before signing the contract. Besides, now that many unscrupulous small factories in Xiangjiang are reprinting celebrity pictorials everywhere for sale, where do we still need to get our consent?" Zou Wenhuai finished speaking, and pushed open the door of the bathroom and entered.

"All the employees of our Daheng Printing Paper in the boss's earnest teachings, deeply understand a truth, drinking water should think of the source, as they do is dry and fishing, this is by no means a long-term enterprise should have the demeanor. Zhang Heng was serious and followed.

"Your boss is interesting. Zou Wenhuai smiled faintly, walked to the urinal, and saw that Zhang Heng was still following, his brows furrowed, "I'm sorry, can you let me?"

"Well, I want it to be convenient, too. Zhang Heng smiled and also occupied a position.

"Mr. Zou, Golden Harvest's management of actors is more humane, therefore, I think Golden Harvest's future glory is predictable, and it is for this reason that we Daheng Printing Paper very much want to reach a cooperation agreement with your company, which can not only expand the influence of stars, but also obtain a certain monetary return, which can be described as a great joy. The sound of the water was murmuring, and Zhang Heng kept talking.

Zou Wenhuai glanced at him helplessly, his gaze fell inadvertently, he was taken aback, turned his head and stood solemnly with bated breath.

For a long time, with the sound of mountains and flowing water, he said quietly: "The future is terrifying, you have chased here, what else can I say, so let's do it, tomorrow you will come to my company with samples and quotations to talk to me in detail." ”

Zhang Heng washed his hands, took out a pack of Shujie tissues, took one to dry his hands, and then handed one to Zou Wenhuai, who had just washed his hands, "Mr. Zou, I don't know the address......

"There is the address on it. Zou Wenhuai threw the tissue in the trash, took out a business card and handed it to him, then looked at him deeply, pushed open the door and went out first.

Zhang Heng smiled, put away his business card, and walked out, wandering around the corridor.

If it weren't for the opportunity to sell this kind of sticker to Boss Jiahe Zou, he really wouldn't want to come to such a banquet.

At this time, he finally achieved his goal, he felt much more relaxed, and he was not in a hurry to enter the Wenhua Hall, if it wasn't for the fact that He Hongluan might look for him later, he would want to go home early to rest now.

"Xiao Zhangsheng?"

"Miss He, you're coming out too. Zhang Heng was startled by He Meiyun's face that suddenly stretched out in front of him.

"Aren't you waiting for me?" He Meiyun looked at him scrutinically.

"No, I just came out of the bathroom, and I'm here to breathe. Zhang Heng smiled helplessly, raised his legs and walked towards Wenhua Hall.

"Zhang Heng!"

He Meiyun caught up, stood in front of him, stared at him seriously, and said:

"I know that you are very promising, and you have been able to make two large sums of money in a short period of time with very little capital in the stock market, and I also know that you are a good person with a lot of affection.

But I want to tell you that there is a gap between us, and as you just heard, the life experiences, concerns, and hobbies of our people are definitely different from yours. ”

"I know. Zhang Heng said lightly, "To be honest, I didn't know in advance that Mr. He had such thoughts. Don't worry, I have no idea about you. If nothing else, I'll go in first. ”

"Are you alright?" He Meiyun stopped him.

"What can I do?" Zhang Heng smiled, "There is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust." Don't worry, I'm in a good mood. ”

He bypassed He Meiyun and strode towards the Wenhua Hall, leaving her standing there with a change of expression on her face, and then quickly chased after her.

Finally getting rid of this feel-good eldest lady, Zhang Heng walked in the corridor in a comfortable mood, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of hurried high heels behind him soon.

Dizzy, the words are so clear, why are you still pestering me?

He hurriedly quickened his pace, almost trotting, and only slowed down slightly in the corner in front of him, and was about to turn when he saw a strange object suddenly appear on the corner.