Yuan Ye, with a cigarette in his mouth, squatted on the emergency lane of the highway, his eyes slightly squinted from the smoke as he looked at his phone.
On the phone was a young director from a production team, sending him a bunch of program schedules and details that had been confirmed.

Yuan Ye typed out a message and sent it, interrupting the constant stream of messages from the other side: “Wait a minute.”

The young director on the other end asked, “What's wrong, Yuan-laoshi?”

Yuan Ye replied, “Why did you contact me? Didn't Geng Jinwei terminate the contract with you guys?”

The young director was confused, “…I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Yuan-laoshi.”

Yuan Ye asked, “Is this program still featuring Fang Shaoyi? Have you confirmed with him?”

The young director was suddenly at a loss for words and didn't dare to reply.
He probably went to ask his boss right away.

With his phone tightly gripped in his hand, Yuan Ye furrowed his brows.
Some cigarette ash fell onto his pants, and he bent down to blow it off before casually brushing away the remaining traces.

Over a year ago, he and Fang Shaoyi signed up for a love travel program as a CP package deal.
He had completely forgotten about it since then, and Fang Shaoyi wasn't fond of participating in variety shows either.
Yuan Ye thought he must have declined the offer long ago.
Suddenly receiving a message from the director, he was a bit caught off guard.

After a while, the director replied, confirming that everything was settled and there were no issues on Fang Shaoyi's side.

Standing up, Yuan Ye's legs were a bit numb from squatting for too long.
He lightly shook his legs and dialed Fang Shaoyi's assistant Little Tao's number. 

The phone was answered quickly on the other end, and a voice called out, “Brother Ye?” 

Yuan Ye responded and asked directly, “You guys didn't reject that program?” 

“What program?” Little Tao realized what he meant and asked, “You mean ?” 

Yuan Ye made a sound of agreement. 

“We didn't reject it.
Did they contact you? I was just about to talk to you about it these past few days, Brother Ye.” Little Tao said over the phone. 

Yuan Ye asked again, “Is Fang Shaoyi going? His schedule is so tight this year, isn't he always filming?” 

Little Tao said, “We coordinated with the production team, and the timing works.
What's wrong, Brother Ye? Do you have something going on over there? If you don't want to go, we can discuss it again and see if Brother Geng can decline it.”  

After a moment of hesitation, Yuan Ye inserted his hand into his pocket and lowered his head in silence for a while before saying, “Since it's already signed, then I'll go.”

Originally, he had planned to visit some friends in the neighboring city today.
However, halfway through the highway, he felt the car getting heavier and heavier.
He pulled over to the side and found that both front tires were completely flat. 

He was either extremely unlucky or someone had intentionally punctured his tires.
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Ye sat on the railing by the highway, waiting for someone to bring him new tires.

The wind was a bit strong that day, and after being blown for a while, his face started to feel dry. 

When he arrived, the private room was already filled with people who had already had two rounds of drinks.
As he pushed the door open, Ning Lu, who was closest to the door, walked over and grabbed his shoulder, teasing him, “Hey, we're not done yet.
Did you come too early?” 

Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows and turned to leave, “Then what? Should I go out and come back later?” 

The people in the room laughed and scolded him.
Ning Lu dragged him over and made him sit down.
It was impossible for him to escape the few drinks as punishment for coming so late. 

These people were all long-time friends, and a few of them were Yuan Ye's high school classmates, with whom he had a good relationship.
Although these people often gathered in groups, Yuan Ye rarely came out to see them.
With his stubborn personality, it took a lot of effort to get him to come out and meet them once. 

Yuan Ye smoked and watched his friends chat away.
These were all well-known figures, even a popular TV host was among them.
Yuan Ye had known him the longest, they were childhood friends. 

The TV host's name was Guan Zhou, usually behaving a gentleman in public, but behind closed doors, he was a boisterous drunk.
When they drank, there were no limits to their conversations, and they quickly turned to vulgar topics. 

Someone asked, “Hey Zhou, I heard that the famous actress who just won an award is after you.
She's been trying to get with you, have you given in yet? I heard they even went to your house to ask for you.” 

Guan Zhou cursed, “Get lost.” 

“Come on, tell us about it!”  

Guan Zhou shook his head and said sternly, “Don't be shameless, it's just a groundless rumor.”

When men drink, they can be quite sleazy.
Chattering away, they pestered Guan Zhou for the latest gossip in the entertainment industry.
As a TV host, Guan Zhou had a wide social circle and knew everything that was going on. 

However, he rarely talked about it and never divulged any secrets or gossip at the dinner table.

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