Morning.
Zhang Ye napped a little while at his apartment.
At around 10 A.M., an unknown number called in.
“Hello.” Zhang Ye yawned as he answered the call.
“Hello, is this Teacher Zhang Ye?” It was a woman’s voice on the other side. It was a matured, crisp voice, “My name is Fang Weihong. You might not know me. But I believe you know Zhang Yuanqi’s name? I am her manager and I received your contact information from the television station. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you. Let me say this directly. We would like your help.”
Got my contact information from the television station?
Zhang Yuanqi did not give you my cell phone number?
Only then did Zhang Ye understand that the Heavenly Queen had not told anyone that they knew each other already. True, having met twice and with an ambiguous relationship, to the point of even spending the night alone by themselves together, this wasn’t exactly something you’d say to people. “What help?”
“Do you have time now?” Fang Weihong asked.
“Yes, today is my rest day.” Zhang Ye was, in fact, already waiting for her.
Fang Weihong said, “It’s not convenient to speak over the phone, Let’s meet up and have a detailed chat. Where do you live? Send me your address and I will arrange for you to be picked up. I’ve been reading news online. It seems that you have a lot things going on recently, so I called to make sure that you were free.”
Zhang Ye did not say too much, “Okay, I will send you my address.”
“Okay. Thank you. We will see you then.” Fang Weihong hung up.
About 20 minutes later, the driver called Zhang Ye to inform him of his arrival. Zhang Ye looked outside and saw a car brand that belonged to this world. He did not know the label well, but it looked like a high-end car. It looked like they really wanted his help. But they really should have disclosed a little information. What help did they want? What if this bro can’t help at all? Then wouldn’t all these be for nothing?
……
In a shopping district.
At a high-end commercial building.
The car stopped and the driver opened the door for Zhang Ye. At the building, the driver spoke to the woman at the front desk and she made a call.
In a short while, Fang Weihong appeared in the lobby. She was a 30-odd-year-old woman. She was not very pretty, but she looked very capable. In fact, it should be said that she was someone who tied up things up neatly. Otherwise, Zhang Yuanqi would not have trusted her to be her manager.
Fang Weihong looked around and said, “Teacher Zhang?”
Zhang Ye looked at her, then shook her hands, “You must be Sister Fang, I heard of your great name.” Actually, he had never heard of her before, but this was just conversation chatter, so he had to say things like that.
“Come, let’s proceed upstairs and talk along the way.” Fang Weihong, who was wearing flats, ushered him towards to elevator. She said, “Actually, I was supposed to be the one fetching you here, but I had something to attend to at the last minute. Please don’t mind. It wasn’t convenient to speak over the phone regarding our request, as it’s a commercial secret. It’s better if we speak face to face. You will know once we are upstairs.”
Ding, the elevator reached their floor.
The two of them entered a very large music recording studio. There were about eight or nine people in there, and Zhang Ye immediately noticed Zhang Yuanqi.