AFVSIBS **Chapter 218: Remarkable, the Spring Festival Gala Director Came Personally**
Zhou Chen woke up to see the message from Yang Hanhang, once again feeling that the pop diva must be fond of him.
"Alright, text me when you wake up," he replied.
Though he hadn't made a clear decision about his feelings for Yang Hanhang, he also hadn't rejected her.
He needed more time to think and weigh his options.
If love proved to be too troublesome, he might give up. But if it didn't affect his healthy lifestyle and he truly liked Yang Hanhang, he would accept it.
After all, giving up was one thing, and love was another. If two people were suitable for each other, there was no conflict.
Moreover, he was still young. Spending his life alone might be a bit lonely. Having a partner who understood him and didn't interfere with his healthy lifestyle could be a source of happiness.
Yang Hanhang woke up at four in the afternoon.
Seeing Zhou Chen's message, she was overjoyed and jumped out of bed, quickly getting ready.
Women need time to do their makeup before going out, ranging from ten minutes to an hour, so she hurried to put on a beautiful face before heading out for dinner with Zhou Chen.
She hadn't cared about these things before, but now she hoped to make a good impression on Zhou Chen.
She didn't know why she had changed so much, from being cold and indifferent to being eager to please.
She even mocked herself, "Yang Hanhang, you're really lovesick. You've turned into a lovestruck fool out of nowhere."
But she was willing to be Zhou Chen's lovestruck fool, because Zhou Chen was the man she liked.
Whether a pop diva or an ordinary woman, facing the man she liked, who could easily control their emotions?
"I'm awake. There's a nice western restaurant 50 meters to the left of the hotel, on the 15th floor. Let's go there for dinner. I haven't had western food in a while."
After putting on her makeup, Yang Hanhang sent Zhou Chen a message.
"Alright."
Zhou Chen didn't mind western food. In his view, occasionally enjoying western cuisine was fine. The problem would be thinking western food was superior or the only high-class option.
So, they agreed to have dinner at a western restaurant near the hotel.
After dinner, it was already around nine o'clock.
Knowing Zhou Chen's habit of going to bed early, Yang Hanhang didn't want to disturb him further. After a short walk in the hotel garden, they went back to their rooms.
Since Yang Hanhang was leaving A Su City the next afternoon, she packed her things in advance.
She originally planned to have lunch with Zhou Chen before leaving, but while packing, she received a message from her company. They needed her to sign a new contract at the entertainment building at noon. After signing, she would leave directly by private jet.
Reluctantly, she decided to invite Zhou Chen for morning tea instead. Otherwise, she didn't know when she would see him again after this farewell.
The next morning, Zhou Chen and Yang Hanhang had morning tea together. They planned to chat for another half hour.
However, Wan Fangfang called, saying there was something important to discuss and asked him to come to the Sofitel business room 138.
"Zhou Chen, you should go. I need to prepare and head to the entertainment building. We'll meet up after we're done," Yang Hanhang said gently.
"Alright."
Zhou Chen, a man of few words, nodded and left.
Upon arriving at room 138, Wan Fangfang stood up immediately to greet him.
After Zhou Chen sat down, she closed the door.
Inside, there were already two people, a man with white hair and a young woman, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
"Zhou Chen, let me introduce you. This is Director Zhang Ziwen and his assistant, Miss An Qiqi," Wan Fangfang introduced them.
Zhang Ziwen?
Hearing this name, Zhou Chen quickly found information in his predecessor's memory.
Zhang Ziwen was one of the top ten directors in this world, besides directing major films, he had also been in charge of several Spring Festival Galas.
Could they be here for the Spring Festival Gala?
"Hello, Director Zhang. Hello, Miss An."
Zhou Chen politely greeted them with a handshake.
"Hello, I'm very pleased to meet you. I didn't expect you to be even more handsome in person than online."
Zhang Ziwen smiled warmly.
"Indeed! Zhou Chen's looks are quite surprising. Honestly, in all my years in the entertainment industry, I've never seen an artist with both such high looks and talent like you," An Qiqi complimented.
"Thank you for the compliments. May I ask what brings you here?"
"Director Zhang, Zhou Chen prefers to be straightforward, so please forgive any offense," Wan Fangfang interjected.
Knowing Zhang Ziwen's high status in the industry and his extensive connections, she worried Zhou Chen's bluntness might offend him. Zhang Ziwen's word could greatly influence an artist's career, as most directors would give him face.
Having researched Zhou Chen's background beforehand, Zhang Ziwen was aware of his peculiar personality and appreciated his directness, unlike the many sycophantic young artists he had encountered over the years.
With a smile, Zhang Ziwen said, "No offense at all. In fact, I like Zhou Chen's straightforwardness because I am also a straightforward person. Let me get to the point. I am here to invite you to perform at this year's Spring Festival Gala."
Wan Fangfang's face showed disbelief upon hearing this.
As an experienced manager, she knew what performing at the Spring Festival Gala meant. It meant official recognition and would significantly boost Zhou Chen's exposure and career.
The Spring Festival Gala was the largest platform, one that countless stars dreamt of performing on each year, but only a few succeeded.
For Zhou Chen, who had only been in the industry for two months, to receive a personal invitation from the director of the Gala was unprecedented.
Wan Fangfang wondered, would Zhou Chen refuse?
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