Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

She watched variety shows all afternoon and only got up to cook when dusk fell.

Because she was alone, she ate very simply. She just made some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beef with green peppers and started her dinner.

I had just finished dinner and washed the dishes when I received a call from Sister Hong.

"Yanyan, there is a dinner party tonight, do you want to come and join us?"

Hearing about the dinner party, Zhen Yan frowned subconsciously, "I don't want to go."

She had just finished filming a variety show and hadn't had a good rest yet, but she had to attend the dinner party, so naturally she was unhappy.

Moreover, every time she attends a dinner party, those people would make all kinds of hints about this and that, and not only could she not get angry, she had to smile. It was annoying just thinking about it.

Sometimes she also thought about finding a financial sponsor to protect her.

But in the end, I gave up. Being in the vortex of the entertainment industry, once you lower your bottom line, it will only go lower and lower, and finally fall into the abyss.

She didn't want to be a person without any bottom line. Living like that would be no different from being a walking corpse.

"You'd better come. This dinner tonight is about the casting of the movie Nostalgia. As you know, this is Director Chen's official masterpiece. You should be aware of Director Chen's influence. If you can be chosen as the heroine of Nostalgia, you may become an instant star."

Sister Hong's words made Zhen Yan hesitate. She knew very well that this was a rare opportunity. If she missed it, she didn't know how long she would have to struggle on the road of acting.

It is the dream of many people to play the leading role in their official work.

After a moment of silence, Zhen Yan gritted her teeth and agreed: "Okay, Sister Hong, I'll go."

After hanging up the phone, she quickly went back to her room, changed into a suitable dress, and put on some simple makeup to make herself look energetic and elegant.

When we arrived at the hotel's private room, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

As Zhen Yan entered the room, she glanced at everyone and saw Director Chen first. She quickly smiled and went forward to greet him.

But before she could say a few words, a fat and big-eared producer named Mr. Wang in the corner shouted at the top of his voice: "Hey, the big star Zhen Yan is finally here. We have been waiting for a long time. She is really arrogant!"

Zhen Yan's smile froze. She knew in her heart that this was a deliberate attempt to pick a quarrel, but she quickly apologized with a smile: "Boss Wang, I'm really sorry. There was a traffic jam on the road, so I was delayed for a while. I'm really sorry everyone."

"Huh, traffic jam? That's such an old excuse."

Mr. Wang refused to give in. He picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Zhen Yan. "Since you are late, you should drink three glasses as punishment to apologize to everyone. You should understand this rule, right?"

Zhen Yan looked at the three full glasses of white wine and her stomach churned. She had a low alcohol tolerance to begin with and after these three glasses, she was afraid that she would lose her composure on the spot.

But everyone present was looking at him, and the words of rejection were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.

While she was hesitating, another investor representative nearby also started to make a noise: "Ms. Zhen, this is just a small thing. If you refuse even this, people will doubt your sincerity towards our project."

Zhen Yan bit her lower lip tightly, her hands unconsciously clenching the corner of her clothes. She raised her eyes to look at Sister Hong, who gave her a helpless look and shook her head slightly to signal her not to offend anyone.

Zhen Yan took a deep breath and reached out to take the wine glass. After drinking the first glass of wine, the spicy and pungent taste instantly made her eyes red and tears welled up in her eyes.