Divine Lucky Star-Chapter 272 - Are Those Few Coins in Your Pocket

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Are Those Few Coins in Your Pocket Enough?!

Chapter 272 -272: Are Those Few Coins in Your Pocket Enough?!

Henglong Film and Television City, in a room at the Kaiyue Hotel.

“Brother-in-law, this Wang Hao seems like he’s no ordinary guy,” Zhou Guangrong held a tablet and was looking up information on Wang Hao. The more he found, the more surprised he became, and he said to Meng Zenan, “He’s done a lot of stuff, and every single thing’s been a huge hit!”

“Oh?” Meng Zenan sat on the sofa, twirling a Baoding ball in his hand, and said, “Let’s hear it.”

“Brother-in-law, take a look,” Zhou Guangrong pointed at the tablet’s screen and said, “He’s written a few songs, and each one’s been a huge hit. He even made some suggestions for ‘Domestic Agent’ which boosted its popularity. The show he hosts, ‘If You Are the One,’ has a rating of 6.6, and the Sunday rerun ratings even broke 7 percent, you can’t underestimate that!”

“When all is said and done, it’s just that same old stuff,” Meng Zenan scoffed and said, “I can’t speak for the other things I don’t understand, but as far as screenwriting is concerned, I have the final word. Even his teacher Li Fei has to respectfully call me ‘senior’ when he sees me, so what does that make him? I’m only giving Director Yang some face by asking him to come out and strut his stuff.”

“That makes sense,” Zhou Guangrong finally felt relieved after hearing Meng Zenan’s words, and laughed, “It’s true what they say, brother-in-law, you sure talk tough. I mean, how capable can a kid barely in his twenties be? I guess I was too worried earlier.”

“You always think about all this crazy stuff,” Meng Zenan snorted coldly, “Writing scripts isn’t like the other things he’s involved in, this is very professional. How many people slog away for over a decade just to get a glimpse of the threshold? How old is he? ‘Domestic Agent’ being a hit only shows he’s got good luck, what of it?”

Zhou Guangrong nodded, “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right.”

Meng Zenan twirled the Baoding ball for a while longer then asked, “Where is he now?”

“The latest news from Luo Shiyuan’s side,” Zhou Guangrong replied, “They’ve already hit the Jinhang Highway, probably another hour or so before they arrive. What do you think we should do…”

“Of course, we should knock him down a peg first.” Meng Zenan immediately pulled out a set of car keys and said, “Little Hou, you ask Dong Xiaoyun to take my car and go to the highway exit to pick him up.”

Hou Yu immediately agreed, “Alright, I’m on it!”

Upon leaving the room, Hou Yu looked at the car keys in his hand and heaved a sigh, “Damn, such a good opportunity and they don’t ask me to go. That Land Cruiser, I’ve always wanted to take it for a spin, never got the chance, it’s driving me mad!”

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Dong Xiaoyun had been waiting at the highway exit for around twenty minutes.

As the personal assistant to the grand screenwriter Meng Zenan, Dong Xiaoyun was quite proud. After all, Mr. Meng is a top screenwriter in the industry, raking in millions a year — even the general celebrities must be very respectful when they meet him.

And yet today, she had been asked to pick up this young man named Wang Hao, which Dong Xiaoyun found quite baffling at first.

Usually, even when some second-tier celebrities see her, don’t they all have to put on a smiling face? But this Wang Hao, even with the sky-high claims, was just someone who made a few suggestions for ‘Domestic Agent.’ It really seemed like he had just stumbled into good fortune, and yet Mr. Meng sent her out to pick him up personally, what’s the world coming to?

Of course, she wasn’t happy about it in her heart, but the job still had to be done.

Dong Xiaoyun parked the car well and then got out, standing by the roadside waiting, “Director Luo said he’s about to come out, it should be any minute now.” Thinking of this, Dong Xiaoyun carefully adjusted her outfit and touched up her makeup.

After all, being quite a beautiful woman who’d rate herself a good seventy or eighty points, Dong Xiaoyun cared a great deal about her image.

Soon, Dong Xiaoyun saw a white Maserati Quattroporte driving out of the tollbooth, especially the dazzling license plate AS6666; she was completely Taken aback, “This… whose amazing car is this? So fierce! I love the Maserati, and that license plate, oh my god, what kind of person could own such a ride?!”

Just as she was pondering this, she saw that very car heading straight for her!

Eh? Eh?! What’s going on here?

Dong Xiaoyun’s face turned bright red, her heart brimming with all kinds of anticipation—was he about to ask her for directions? What should she say in response…

Then she was disappointed because she saw that the driver was a girl…

But very soon, Dong Xiaoyun thought that these few seconds were nothing short of miraculous—her emotions had flipped from disappointment to shock!

Because Luo Shiyuan had gotten out of the car…

“Director… Director Luo?!” Dong Xiaoyun stared at Luo Shiyuan, dumbfounded, “Is this… Who’s in the car…”

“Of course, it’s Teacher Wang Hao and his agent,” Luo Shiyuan looked at her as if she was an idiot, “Who else did you think it would be?”

“I… I…” Dong Xiaoyun immediately turned beet red—this was quite a blow! She had thought she was just picking up a junior scriptwriter, but who could have imagined that this scriptwriter would be driving a Maserati president with a ‘AS6666’ license plate?!

After the initial shock, came outright disbelief!

A rookie scriptwriter, who had just started out, and he’s already switched to such a nice car?! And with such an impressive license plate too?! Dong Xiaoyun mused to herself, “This has to be a fake, for sure. If a junior scriptwriter could drive such a car, I’d livestream myself eating a tire! Definitely a kept man!”

Of course, just because she thought so didn’t mean she was going to say it aloud. At this point, Wang Hao and Xia Xueqi got out of the car, and Dong Xiaoyun quickly stepped forward to shake hands first, smiling, “You must be Teacher Wang Hao, right? Hello, I am the personal assistant to scriptwriter Meng Zenan, Dong Xiaoyun.”

“Hello, hello,” Wang Hao extended his hand to shake hers, and then Dong Xiaoyun turned to Xia Xueqi, “Hello, may I ask who you are…”

“I am Brother Hao’s agent, Xia Xueqi,” Xia Xueqi said with a smile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time, sister. I hope you’ll look after me.”

“Of course, of course,” Dong Xiaoyun said, scrutinizing Xia Xueqi, and immediately felt an immense blow to her self-esteem: “What the hell, such a young agent?! She looks even younger than me by several years. My life is basically gone to the dogs!”

“Miss Dong, where is the best shopping street around here?” Wang Hao looked around before speaking, “We came in quite a rush this time and might need to stay for a few days, so we need to buy some basic daily necessities—oh right, and also two sets of clothes to change into, and perhaps get a haircut as well.”

“This…” Dong Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment, but since they weren’t in a big rush and Wang Hao’s request was reasonable—after all, if someone arrived in a hurry and didn’t bring replacement clothes, they certainly needed to buy a couple of sets—Dong Xiaoyun promptly replied, “Alright, then I’ll take you to the commercial street right now.”

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The group set off.

Soon, they arrived at Jinhua’s largest shopping plaza, the First Department Store Jiangbei Branch.

Dong Xiaoyun parked the car and, once everyone had gotten out, she smiled and introduced Wang Hao to the area: “Mr. Wang, this is Jinhua’s best shopping street, featuring a range of fashionable boutiques, including various well-known luxury brands, primarily targeting the middle and high-income demographic.”

Wang Hao looked around, expressing great satisfaction with the surroundings: “Yes, very good, let’s go here.”

Knowing the area better, Dong Xiaoyun was ready to lead Wang Hao and Xia Xueqi to the outlets: “Mr. Wang, if you plan to buy some better quality clothes, I recommend the outlets. They have various world-renowned luxury brands…”

Actually, she had thought the outlets would suffice because they sold brands with recognizable names. However, Wang Hao didn’t even consider it and immediately declined: “No, not there. The outlets sell stock and discount items, essentially just a place for big brands to clear inventory. The quality is too low.”

Dong Xiaoyun was speechless.

What kind of posturing is this?! You, a junior scriptwriter, are too good for the outlets? Do the few coins in your pocket even suffice?!

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