Gu Wenzhu was speechless.
"I have to admit, that joke is quite funny," he conceded.
"Are you going to the film festival tomorrow?" Gu Wenzhu asked. "Lingyun will be announcing his new movie there."
"Yes, I'm going," Si Fuqing replied lazily. "You gave me too many tickets, and luckily I could share some. Otherwise, I was planning to auction them online."
Gu Wenzhu sighed. "...If you're short on money, just say so. There's no need to be like this."
He treated Si Fuqing to a lavish meal and even gave her money for a taxi.
As soon as Si Fuqing returned to her hotel after the meal, she received a call from Sang Yanqing. "Hello, Sister Sang."
"Just now—" Sang Yanqing paused, "I received thirty-four more film scripts, including some from major foreign directors."
Si Fuqing remained indifferent. "So?"
Sang Yanqing took a deep breath. "So what? Do you not realize the huge impact your variety show segment from yesterday had?"