Seeing this, Mei Ziqing looked in the direction indicated by the agent and saw several old artists in the literary and artistic circles standing there. Next to her was a thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking gentle. The editor of a literary and artistic magazine had a big reporter's certificate hanging on his chest.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome." Mei Ziqing muttered in a low voice.

On the way here, Hu Lina not only talked about Haiyun Technology, but also included people who needed key public relations for her, including these old artists and that reporter.

"Do you have to go?" Mei Ziqing felt a little afraid of difficulties, and held the wine glass and touched her lips, and the soft voice floated over the edge of the cup.

Compared to these old gangsters, she is more willing to socialize with those business celebrities.

"Be good, go first. I will come over after talking to Haiyun's CEO Liu Gong. Look at him right there, the one wearing the collar flower." Hu Lina spoke, raised her chin to the man who was collar flower in the distance, and gave a lip shape like "I'll come right away".

The man with a stiff face smiled like a puppet.

Mei Ziqing swept over with the light at the end of her eyes, and the corner of her lips behind the wine glass was obviously tilted downward.

Greasy.

If she had dared to take such orders a month ago, Hu Lina could have twisted her head off as a ball. But now, everything is different from the past, and being able to receive such orders is already a great resource.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Mei Ziqing's face showed a sweet smile, but a sentence came out from her teeth: "Hurry up."

After saying that, he blinked at Hu Lina, turned his long skirt and floated to the east side of the hall like a butterfly.

Hu Lina calmed down a little, putting her thoughts on her mind, then turned around and walked towards the CEO of Haiyun Technology - the man who was leading the flower - Liu Gong, and greeted her with a smile as she walked:

"Oh, Mr. Liu, we're meeting again, I knew I would definitely meet you here. I really want to thank you very much this time, for helping us Ziqing."

Speaking of this, she had already walked to Liu Gong. The smile on her face showed both intimacy and a sense of appropriate distance.

"No... no, no thanks." Liu Gong pinched the wine glass hurriedly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

Hu Lina smiled like a thousand-year-old fox. She raised her glass and gently touched it on her wine glass. With a "ding" sound, she whispered: "Thank you for helping you get the invitation here. You are a timely help, Ziqing and I will definitely remember your love."

"No... it's okay, no, no trouble." Liu Gong pinched the cup in his hand, as if he was holding a moving mouse, half of his palm pressed against the bottom of the cup, looking a little funny.

He seemed to feel uncomfortable, so after counting breaths, he changed the wine glass to his left hand and wiped his right hand under the clothes.

A few faint sweat stains were printed on the light gray suit hem.

He immediately realized that this behavior was rude, so he quickly raised his head and glanced around Hu Lina. This made him look more like a mouse exploring the way, and even the oil on his face seemed to have just stolen oil.

Hu Lina turned her head at this moment, looked at somewhere from a distance and raised her hand, as if she was saying hello to someone. After a while, she turned around and said apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Liu, an acquaintance."

A very real tone seemed to be deeply sorry for my brief distraction.

Naturally, she probably didn't see the other party's brief loss of composure before.

"It's okay, it's okay." Liu Gong murmured as if he was relieved, his fingers holding the wine glass moved uneasyly. After a while, he changed the goblet back to his right hand again. The empty hand took out a wrinkled handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it a few randomly on his face.

Hu Lina glanced at the hem of his suit without revealing her trace, and her smile on her face did not change at all: "Mr. Liu, I think what you said last time is pretty good. When will you have time? Let's have a good chat?"

Liu Gong's hand was immediately paused and looked at her suddenly, his eyes became particularly hot in an instant: "Ah, that's great. I'll be free in the afternoon, no, tomorrow, tomorrow."

Hu Lina laughed: "Sure, then I'll go to your office to find you at 2pm tomorrow, so let's talk in detail."

While talking, she walked towards the cold dining table, and said in a low voice: "In addition, I have a few requests to mention the storyboards first. Let's go there and say..."

Gong Liu was led to the cold dining table by her. However, without taking two steps, he suddenly turned around. Two burning eyes were like fire knives, cutting through the crowd and all obstacles in front of him, and hitting the east side of the hall.

Mei Ziqing, wearing a long skirt, was leaning lazily against the pillar on the east side of the hall, smiling like a flower.

She knew that Liu Gong was looking at her, but she didn't care.

She is a star, an actress, and an idol worshipped by countless people. The crowd's gaze is her air and water, everything she relies on for survival. She never felt that something was wrong with being seen by others.

Is it a big problem that no one can see?

What's more, are there few people watching her today?

Mei Ziqing changed her standing posture, her graceful waist was slightly folded, like a willow that was bent in the spring breeze.

She was actually a little bored.

She is naturally happy to be a social engager, but the premise is that she must be the center.

At least most of the time it has to be.

But what is going on now?

A few old men and women kept talking about long-term discussions such as "the inseparable connection between drama literature and stage play", "the eyes should be able to see hidden things, illuminating the actor's id and heart", "Young actors must study the sound, rhyme, words, and sound of lines" and so on, and it is so annoying that they can't stop.

These people have a good status in the world and have a pair of old eyes that are so beautiful that Mei Ziqing really dares not act well in front of them, so she has to listen to them and give some reactions from time to time.

It's very tired.

Why haven't Hu Lina come yet?

Mei Ziqing glanced at the distance quietly and found that her agent was no longer in her original position.

At this time, the old artist on the opposite side finally finished his speech. Mei Ziqing was afraid that the other party would speak again, so he hurriedly smiled in his head: "Thank you for teaching me a lesson. I have benefited a lot from using the lines I have learned now. Oh, by the way, look at my strength in my eyes, I forgot to pour tea for you."

While giving a smile and talking, Mei Ziqing picked up a pot of green tea from the table and added some tea to several old artists.

Drinking tea can always block your mouth, right?

She thought hatefully, took the opportunity to look up quietly, and quickly swept around her eyes.

Hu Lina was walking away from the cold dining table, and a man flashed behind her.

Short, short, fortunately not considered poor.
Chapter completed!