Caught in Affairs with Superstar-Chapter 1070 - 617: Toasting You With Two Glasses of Wine (2)
She poured herself another half-glass of wine, raised it, "I’ve said what I wanted to say, let me toast everyone again!"
After speaking, she downed it in one go.
She put down the glass with a smile, "Good night, everyone!"
With a bright smile, she walked away. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Wu Chengbao was stunned, unable to react for a long time.
Zhou Yun’s actions earlier were unexpected, and he didn’t know how to respond.
But what happened just now would surely reach Song Chi’s ears.
What would Song Chi think?
Zhou Yun was clearly wronged tonight. If he could, Wu Chengbao really wanted to beat up Liu Hu. Such a senior actor causing such a big scene!
...
Sitting in the car, Zhou Yun finally relaxed her straightened back.
With concern, Zheng Xiaojue asked, "Sister Xiao Yun, are you okay? You drank so much in one go."
Zhou Yun waved a hand, saying, "This bit of wine is nothing."
Zheng Xiaojue knew Zhou Yun could handle her alcohol, so hearing her say that, she didn’t doubt it.
"Sister Xiao Yun, don’t take that nutcase’s words to heart just now," Zheng Xiaojue comforted, "That person, just look at them, they drank too much and started thinking they were the shit."
"I didn’t take it to heart, don’t worry," Zhou Yun said, "Xiaoju, let me rest for a bit, call me when we reach the hotel."
"Okay." Hearing this, Zheng Xiaojue stopped talking.
Zhou Yun closed her eyes, but she wasn’t sleeping.
She just felt a bit tired and wanted some quiet time alone.
She rested her head against the car window.
The car window was a bit cool, alleviating some of her heat.
Her mind flashed back to the words she said in front of everyone earlier, feeling suddenly embarrassed, wondering if she had overdone it.
But at that moment, there was a stubbornness in her heart, wanting to do exactly that.
It was as if a voice was telling her to proceed.
Zhou Yun raised a hand, covering her face.
...
Not far from the restaurant where they ate, on a small road, Lin Xiaomiao stood under a streetlamp, listlessly kicking the stone underfoot.
A shadow approached sneakily from afar, glancing around nervously as if afraid of being discovered.
Seeing this person’s manner, Lin Xiaomiao sneered.
She’d seen plenty of posturing like this.
This person cautiously approached her and, upon seeing her, whispered, "This time, it’s explosive stuff, with video. I won’t sell it for less than fifty thousand."
Lin Xiaomiao swept this person a cold gaze, saying, "Cut the crap, let’s see what you’ve got first."
The person deftly took out a phone, opening a video file.
The entire scene of Zhou Yun being mocked by that actor called Brother Hu at the restaurant, followed by her toasting everyone, was all recorded in this video.
Lin Xiaomiao watched once, then smiled coldly.
"What’s so explosive about this? Forget it," she said dismissively, "I thought you dragged me out in this cold weather for something really amazing, turns out to be just this."
Seeing Lin Xiaomiao’s attitude, the person became anxious.
"This isn’t explosive? If posted, the views will easily hit tens of millions."
"Yeah right," Lin Xiaomiao said, "This thing looks sensational but lacks substance, there’s nothing real in it. It’s easy for Zhou Yun’s team to sue us. Even for five thousand, I wouldn’t pay one thousand for it."
The person’s confidence wavered seeing Lin Xiaomiao’s firm attitude.
"Wait, don’t be like that, this video could at least make it to trending, right?"
"How does trending help me?" Lin Xiaomiao said, "We need real news headlines that can be monetized."
"Then name your price, I took a big risk filming this, it can’t be worthless, right?"
"It’s not about worth, this thing is hard to monetize," Lin Xiaomiao said, "Oh well, we’ve known each other for a while, I won’t discourage you. I’ll count this as hardship pay. I’ll just earn some traffic from it, not much, name a price, eight thousand. If you’re willing, deal. If not, let’s not waste time, find someone else."
This price was clearly below the person’s expectations.
But Lin Xiaomiao’s demeanor left the person uncertain, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, nodding, "Alright, eight thousand it is."
