Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

"No, no, it's not that I'm rich, it's that the company is rich."

Jiang Zitong didn't intend to continue to delve into the question of whether he has money or not with the chief director, so he used the script as an excuse to change the topic.

However, after chatting for a few words, the chief director said again: "Today, an investor came to visit the set and specified that he wanted to meet you. You all know that there is an oriental beauty among my actors, so I want to come and see."

Jiang Zitong knew that whether it was an artist or an actor, seeing investors or something, such things were not uncommon, even in China.

After all, people are the ones who pay, and they should give them a little face, even if it's just a simple entertainment.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zitong still agreed, of course just out of politeness.

The chief director said happily: "That's great, anyway, with your bodyguards here, I'm not afraid that they will do anything unfavorable to you."

Why do you say that?

It's because the chief director has observed Jiang Zitong for a long time and found that she is not an actor who would casually bow to influence, nor does she care about those rich investors at all.

Of course, he may not understand at all that there is a super local tycoon beside Jiang Zitong, so far, he probably has never seen a person with more temperament and local tycoon than Shan Yuting.

After finalizing the matter of meeting the investors, taking advantage of the rest the next day, Jiang Zitong, the chief director and chief producer went to the hotel where they had agreed to meet the investors.

Walking on the road, the chief director seemed to think of something, and said, "This seems to be a hotel run by an oriental man. I saw it once, and it was a good-looking man just like you. To be honest, I don't like the oriental face. I can't tell the difference, I always feel that the people in your countries are all similar, with a mysterious oriental beauty."

Hearing this, Jiang Zitong chuckled lightly and said, "Is that so? It's almost like we can't tell your faces apart when we look at them, or face blindness."

Because it was a low-key trip, Jiang Zitong only brought a few bodyguards out, so they also followed into the hotel.

Entering the door of the hotel lobby, Jiang Zitong looked at the decoration of the hotel all the way.

In her opinion, this place is less in line with the taste of the oriental people, and more in line with the aesthetics of the westerners.

The group continued to walk a few steps in, and while they were waiting for the elevator to go upstairs, Jiang Zitong's cell phone rang.

Jiang Zitong picked up the phone to check, it was her dear husband, Shan Yuting.

"Excuseme."

After Jiang Zitong and the chief director said hello, they answered Shan Yuting's call: "What's wrong?"

"Well, we're here, waiting for the elevator."

"The journey was relatively smooth, and nothing happened."

"Yes, they are all here. Dear Mr. Shan, do you have any other questions?"

"Hotel? I heard that it is run by Chinese people. It has more than 100 floors. It looks very luxurious, but Westerners should like it more. Anyway, I can't get it."

"Name? Didn't pay attention, I'll ask."

As he spoke, Jiang Zitong covered his phone with his hands, and asked the name of the chief director's hotel in a low voice.

The chief director also teased Jiang Zitong by the way: "Are you going to report your whereabouts to your family?"

Jiang Zitong spread his hands helplessly: "Brother is clingy, don't worry about me going out alone."

The chief director and chief producer laughed one after another. Is this brother a sister-in-law?

Jiang Zitong returned the name of the hotel to Shan Yuting, and the man on the other end of the phone frowned and asked repeatedly, "Which hotel are you talking about?"

"Huh? Isn't the name...Eternal Life..."

"eternal life……"

Shan Yuting recited the name of the hotel, and his hand, which was flipping through the file folder, paused for a moment...

"not good!"

In the next second, he stood up abruptly from the chair, with a sharp light shining in his eyes, like a sword coming out of a scabbard, extremely sharp.