Zhou Chao had just settled into his Lamborghini Veneno when his phone began to ring.
Glancing at the name displayed on his phone, his brows furrowed involuntarily, but he quickly answered the call.
"Hello, Guangyao, what's up?" It was Zhang Guangyao, whom he had recently parted ways with, on the other end of the line.
"Boss, the leaders from the film and television city arrived earlier. They want to meet you."
Upon hearing this, a cold smile tugged at the corner of Zhou Chao's lips. He then replied, "They want to meet me? There's nothing worth meeting about. Handle it yourself. Why should I be bothered with such trivial matters?"
Upon hearing Zhou Chao's words, Zhang Guangyao broke out in a cold sweat. After all, the boss had entrusted him with full responsibility for the film and television city's affairs. Calling the boss for such matters was practically asking for trouble.
"Boss, I understand how to handle it now!"
