Zhang Ming was still eating when he finished talking about the screenplay and happily picked up his food while observing the dubious looks around him: What's this? There's already another screenplay ready for shooting?
"Zhang, don't kid us, I can't believe this thing was written by a kid, you didn't take a hush money from someone, did you?"
"Hush money?" Zhang Ming chuckled: "Let me tell you something you don't know, do you guys know where Zhou Wumeng is now?"
"Which Zhou?" Someone was confused for a moment.
"Who else could it be? Who else named Zhou around me is worth mentioning?" Zhang Ming said with a smile.
"Zhou Wumeng, of course!" Someone smacked their forehead: "Didn't he go into charity work?"
"What's his charity fund called?" Zhang Ming asked with a mysterious smile.
"Damn! The Qinghe Fund?" someone exclaimed in surprise: "Are you suggesting that the big boss of Qinghe had roped Zhou in a long time ago?"
