The venue for the cocktail party is the Eastern Suburb Club in the eastern coastal area.

This is a private membership club with a long history. It was once truly located in the eastern suburbs. However, with the rapid development of the city, it is already located in the prosperous area of ​​the city.

At nearly 7:30 in the evening, Feng Jian drove a cayenne car to the Dongjiao Club with Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan.

Yan Feifan followed Wang Chuan with a small plastic bag in his hand, and with the electronic invitation letter on his mobile phone, he passed the doorman's inquiry, and under the guidance of the waiter, he walked through the courtyard and finally walked into a brightly lit yard.

This yard covers a large area, with a capacity of over 100 square meters.

There are rockery fish ponds, pavilions and wisteria flower stands, beautiful landscape flowers and trees, and large areas of grass.

Yan Feifan also saw thirty or forty people scattering around, tasting wine and chatting in groups of three or three.

There are also beauties wearing cool short cheongsams and figures comparable to models, carrying fine wine and drinks on trays.

"Director Wang, Dr. Yan..."

Yan Feifan looked along the sound and saw an acquaintance.

A high-producer, Du Yumei and Shen Qing, came over with carefully dressed beauty and handsome guys.

The high-producer asked with a smile: "I really didn't expect to meet two of you here. Are you having an appointment with someone?"

Wang Chuan said vaguely: "I was invited by the organizer of the reception and wanted to meet more friends in the film and television industry."

The high-producer said lightly and said with some insight: "The two movies and TV series launched by Sunshine Film and Television this year are not as satisfactory in box office, ratings and reputation."

"It seems that they are going to increase their investment in all aspects and strive to fight a big turnaround next year."

Wang Chuan smiled and glanced at Du Yumei beside the high-producer, Shen Qing and the others, and asked: "Is the TV series still going smoothly?"

The high-producer nodded and said, "It's okay, the progress is within the plan."

"If everything goes well, you can see it on the screen around the Lunar New Year..."

At this time, a tall beautiful waiter came over and asked politely: "I'm disturbing me, is it Dr. Wang, Dr. Yan?"

After confirmation, the beautiful waiter made a call.

"Two, please come with me, Mr. Sun is welcome!"

Wang Chuan and Gao’s producers sued him, and with Yan Feifan, he followed the beautiful waiter through the yard and walked into the three-story building in the north.

In a reception area on the second floor, Yan Feifan met a man in his forties, named Sun Xinping, and a man with short hair who looked twenty-six or seven years old and had a sunny and handsome appearance.

After a brief greeting between the two parties, they sat down separately.

"Director Wang, Dr. Yan, there are a lot of things tonight, so I'll get to the point..."

Sun Xinping, executive director of Sunshine Film and Television, introduced: "In recent years, audiences have become increasingly disliked for traffic stars, and this is more and more obvious in the market."

"We are naturally following the trend. We will prepare a hard-core action production next year."

Sun Xinping pointed to the sunny man beside him and said, "This is Shao Jun, the male protagonist in that big production."

He turned his head and ordered, "Shao Jun, let the two experts see your capital."

Following Sun Xinping's words, Shao Jun got up and took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt.

He lifted his shirt with both hands and made another chest expansion action.

The eight muscles in the abdomen and the two pectoralis major muscles are really clear in boundaries and clear insets.

As a man, Yan Feifan was very envious of him and couldn't help but pull his lower abdomen.

Can pinch out a finger of fat.

"It needs to be further strengthened."

Yan Feifan reminded himself secretly and instantly understood the other party's intention to invite them here.

Shao Jun has trained all his muscles, but he has a sunny idol friendly face, not the kind of resolute and courageous face with clear lines.

The image given by these facial features is somewhat contrasting with the character.

Seeing Sun Xinping looking at him, Yan Feifan took the initiative to speak, "Mr. Sun, do you want his facial lines to be tougher?"

Sun Xinping nodded and smiled, "That's exactly that."

"Doctor Yan, we have conducted an investigation and know that you have almost reached the level of amazing work in facial plastic surgery."

"My thought is to make Shao Jun's facial features look colder and more fierce."

"Also, people can't see the traces of plastic surgery, so the changes in his face cannot be too big."

"Although Shao Jun is not very popular now, he is not a pure newcomer, and has also appeared in several film and television dramas."

"Once he becomes popular, many past stills and things will be revealed."

"We need to make his change look like it's been trained after a period of hard training."

"Doctor Yan, can it be done?"

Yan Feifan looked at Shao Jun's facial features carefully, pondered for a moment, and said with a puzzled look: "Mr. Sun, his facial features are too soft. If you want to become cold and tough, you cannot change too much."

"This difficulty coefficient is really a bit big."

Sun Xinping smiled with clarity and said, "The difficulty coefficient is high, it's not impossible. I understand, I understand."

He looked at Wang Chuan and said, "Director Wang, Dr. Yan had a plastic surgery before, based on the highest cost one..."

Sun Xinping stretched out his two fingers and said proudly: "We Sunshine Film and Television are willing to pay twice the price."

"Is this price enough to match the difficulty coefficient?"

Wang Chuan was not blindly happy, but reminded him tactfully: "Mr. Sun, you may not know that the price of plastic surgery that Dr. Yan presided over has long exceeded me, and it is much higher than that."

These words gave Sun Xinping a very bad premonition.

He leaned forward, approached Wang Chuan a little, and asked, "Then... what is the highest level now?"

Wang Chuan stretched out his five fingers and shook them gently, saying, "It has exceeded this number, seven."

Sun Xinping wants to slap himself a few times now. He can make a big fuss about it and slap him in the face on the spot.

If the money is several times more, Sunshine Film and Television will naturally be able to pay it out, and he can even pay it out for himself.

It's just a question of whether it's worth it or not.

After all, no one’s money is blown by the strong wind.

Wang Chuan and Yan Feifan looked at each other and spoke actively, "Mr. Sun, although Shao Jun's operation is very difficult, the amount of surgery is small. Let's pay a price."

"Three million, what do you think?"

Sun Xinping reached out and slapped the armrests of the seats and said aloud: "What I said doubles, just doubles. How can you break your promise and become fat!"

"The price is six million, just settled!"

Several people looked at each other and laughed.

Next, Sun Xinping was going to entertain guests from outside, and Wang Chuan also went out to make friends with artists.

Yan Feifan stayed in the reception room and checked Shao Jun, while also understanding the other party’s thoughts and opinions.

It took more than half an hour to leave the building.

As soon as he walked into the yard, Zhao Xiaoting, who was dressed in a beautifully dressed dress, trotted over.

"Hehe, Dr. Yan, we're meeting again."

Seeing this guy, Yan Feifan was also happy and quickly handed her the small bag in his hand.

"Great, do me a favor."

"Doctor Yan, what is this?"

Zhao Xiaoting took the small bag, opened it, and took out a white pure cotton T-shirt from it.

Yan Feifan explained: "My little sister next door knew that I was here to attend this cocktail party, so she cried and asked me to find more celebrities to sign."

"I'm not familiar with them, please help me with this."

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoting wanted to refuse, Yan Feifan said again: "Zhao Xiaoting, didn't you say we were friends?"

"You don't want to help with this little thing, so what kind of friend are you?"

Zhao Xiaoting said depressedly with a bitter face: "I'll help you, can't I help you?"

It was at this moment that a shouting sound not far away came into Yan Feifan's ear drum.

"Are you a plastic surgeon?"

"I've done business here, get out of here..."
Chapter completed!