Speaking of Shi Su, Mr. Meng could tell just now that she clearly resisted getting close to him. But wanting to mix in the capital circle, female stars meet advertisers, and everyone knows these things clearly. In that circle, it’s all unclean, why pretend to be a pure little white flower. Mr. Meng initially had nothing to break the ice with, seeing that the room was filled with men, he self-importantly began talking about women: "Honestly, these days, young stars, red or not, are undeniably pretty." As he spoke, he nodded politely to Zhou He, who had just let him into the room, then turned and headed towards the main table, saying: "But these newcomers are too young now, don’t understand things. The one I just met is the second female lead from that drama on Yao Platform." "Our company also sees potential in this drama, we’ve researched the net worth of the actors involved. Shi Su’s current price is the cheapest, planning to have her endorse a new face mask." "The people from her studio seem to be inexperienced too. Upon hearing the endorsement title, they immediately agreed to sign for a year." "Actually, our company is currently focusing more on promoting eye creams and face creams, and will look for another more famous endorser who has both traffic and looks. The sales will definitely be great!" After Mr. Meng finished these few sentences, he noticed no significant change in expression from those seated. Jing Jihan’s back was turned towards this direction at the main seat, so his expression was yet unseen. Mr. Wang organized today’s occasion for the Fengxuan Group, but KC is well-known for its financial strength, so hearing it was KC, he showed no impatient interruptions. Business and politics are not just idle talk, especially in a metropolis like Jiang City, where merchants are numerous, and big groups, big companies are countless. Every executive leader’s relationship with the tax bureau isn’t simple, and KC also enjoys a notable reputation in Jiang City. Mr. Wang naturally had to give some face here. Mr. Wang, having drunk a few glasses earlier, was quite high-spirited by now and couldn’t help but quip, "No wonder Mr. Meng is all smiles today, looks like there’s luck with beauties tonight!" Mr. Meng waved his hand, now already behind Jing Jihan, his eyes sweeping the table to find a seat closer to Mr. Jing, casually saying: "Nowadays those women in showbiz, be a slut yet want to keep a facade. To get an endorsement, came specially for the dinner, everyone is mixing in the same circle, no one is purer or nobler than the other. But the lady earlier barely drank, chose her words so carefully, clearly came with the intent to leave unscathed. Whether the luck can be enjoyed tonight, really can’t say." The male secretary beside the Fengxuan Group’s deputy general manager suddenly interjected with a meaningful laugh: "Isn’t that simple? Didn’t drink much, but still drank. Just mix something in, tonight still will obediently fall into place..." Not yet finished with the vulgar banter common among men at the table, the man sitting at the main seat suddenly put down his glass heavily. The air was inexplicably mixed with a vague sense of coldness, the room instantly fell silent, all eyes turned towards Jing Jihan. Zhou He listening by the door couldn’t catch what female lead or Shi Su’s background was about. Lu Zhao, standing behind Jing Jihan, had silently been looking at Mr. Meng as if he were staring at a dead man. Unfortunately, Mr. Meng hadn’t looked at Lu Zhao’s eyes at all since he walked in, intent only on getting close to the main man at the table. "Mr. Jing, what’s wrong?" Mr. Wang, sensing a faint crisis, quickly asked seeing Jing Jihan sitting there so coldly and quietly. Mr. Meng also tried to inquire, yet hadn’t even gotten a chance to ask a single question. Jing Jihan, who hadn’t turned his gaze towards him once, now swept his glance briefly over him for less than two seconds, then shifted away again, his face cold, radiating an elusive chill. Mr. Meng didn’t know Jing Jihan well, but Mr. Wang felt a tremor in his heart, hurriedly prompting the silent Fengxuan deputy to stand up and pour a drink for Jing Jihan, immediately changing the topic. "This Yuezhi Donglai Hotel has been around in Jiang City for quite some years, especially the Imperial Banquet on the fifth floor, every dish is exquisite. Mr. Jing rarely comes over tonight, you must try more! And this wine, you also..." Despite not knowing which words of his or Mr. Meng’s had displeased Jing Jihan, Mr. Wang kept signaling the others at the table to quickly toast, swiftly move on from the topic. Mr. Meng finally noticed Mr. Jing’s displeasure but had no idea where he went wrong. Tonight was his first chance to see Mr. Jing, just wanting to casually say something to avoid an awkward silence. Now he disregarded everything else, quickly sat down beside Jing Jihan and hurriedly poured a glass of wine, intending to get straight to the point. "Mr. Jing, I’m just someone who talks too much, don’t mind, let me formally introduce myself, I’m Meng, from KC..." But before touching the main topic, Jing Jihan got up and walked out without leaving a single courteous word behind, not even sparing Mr. Meng a glance, and Mr. Wang received none either. "Hey? Mr. Jing, what’s the matter?" Mr. Wang hurriedly stood up wanting to catch up. Lu Zhao stood timely at the table side, blocking Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng who were about to follow up the pursuit, not sparing them a look either, and walked out. Zhou He quickly opened the door as Jing Jihan approached, then followed after him. The source of this content ɪs novel·fıre·net Seeing Jing Jihan’s entourage leave one by one, without leaving behind even a word of reason, only a room full of coldness. Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng looked at each other, then turned to the still awkwardly seated Fengxuan Group’s deputy, including the talkative secretary earlier, and the others present, the situation felt uneasy with a hint of chill wind. "What’s Mr. Jing’s situation? Just left suddenly?" "Who knows, wasn’t everything fine just now..." "Mr. Wang is still here, such disrespect..." "Tax bureau relies on these figures to survive, not as glamorous as it seems, who’s face carries more weight, isn’t it obvious?" The remaining few in the room discussed superficially, yet each harbored concerns, unknowingly offending Jing Jihan, the reason unclear, but the outcome very apparent. Mr. Wang chased out early, finally catching up with Lu Zhao at the back, determined to ask for the reason.