Chapter 64 of Volume 1: Drowning Sorrows in Wine

  After the press conference, Zhao Hankui led the main person in charge of Tianxing International Entertainment to set up a banquet on the top floor of the Rich Hotel to celebrate their success. Before they could even sit down, Zhang Xiaoting's phone call came over, and Zhao Hankui saw that it was an unfamiliar number, furrowed his brow and immediately hung up. He encounters dozens of such harassing calls every day, all from people who want to be stars and are crazy about it.

  Not long after, the strange number called again. Zhao Hankui didn't even think about it and hung up again, faster than last time.

  After the promotional event, Zhang Xiaoting calculated that Zhao Hangquan should have finished his work and dialed the phone number on the card. Unexpectedly, it was hung up before she could even think twice. She guessed that Zhao Hanquan might not be convenient to answer the phone, so after a while, she redialed again. Unexpectedly, this time was even faster, and as soon as the call connected, it was cut off again. Zhang Xiaoting was depressed for a long time before finally understanding: since they have no relationship with you, why should they help you? If they want to help you, shouldn't you show some sincerity? What can she use as sincerity? Isn't being young and beautiful the greatest capital of sincerity?

  After figuring it out, Zhang Xiaoting stopped dialing the phone and bowed her head to edit a text message. She knew that if she didn't let the other person understand that she was very sincere, no matter how many calls she made, it would be in vain for an urban alchemist.

  "Hello Director Zhao, I'm the girl who accidentally spilled water on you in the corridor. My name is Zhang Xiaoting and I've had a great interest in performing arts since childhood. Please help me out by recommending me to the crew for an audition opportunity. If I succeed, I'll definitely repay your kindness."

  "Ding..." Zhao Hanquan's phone on the dinner table prompted that there was a message, but Zhao Hanquan didn't look at it. In this day and age, QQ and WeChat are so convenient and fast, except for during Chinese New Year and when advertising, who would still be so bored as to send text messages? Not to mention opening and reading them, Zhao Hanquan almost forgot that the "ding" sound was his ringtone for receiving texts, which he had set a long time ago.

  Waiting is the most torturous, especially waiting for an important person to reply to an important message. Zhang Xiaoting waited with her brow furrowed for nearly twenty minutes, but instead of Zhao Hanquan's information, she received a call from Pang Guang. Zhang Xiaoting picked up the phone and answered it, and the receiver transmitted the sound of crazy DJ dance music.

  After a long time, Pang Guang's unclear words came from the receiver, as if his tongue was bitten by his teeth, "Xiao... Xiao Ting, I'm not in a good mood..." Zhang Xiaoting listened for half a day before she understood what Pang Guang said.

  "Have you been drinking?" Zhang Xiaoting furrowed her brow: "Isn't it class time now?"

  "Heh heh, I only had a little, just a tiny bit." Pang Guang said with a loud belch after finishing his sentence.

  "Zhang Xiaoting asked again: "It's class time now, why did you go drinking?"

  "Last... last bird lesson, didn't understand half a sentence, you mustn't mention these two words to me... wait... ugh..." The receiver transmitted Pang Guang's vomiting sounds and the sound of shattering glass.

  "Hey...... hey......, Pang Guang are you okay?" Zhang Xiaoting asked anxiously, Pang Guang was vomiting all over the place and didn't have time to respond.

  After a while, it seemed like he had finished vomiting. Pang Guang then said: "Sorry about earlier, I got a bit drunk and feel better after throwing up."

  "Look at you, still the same after two years. I'm going over there now."

  "Moon Bay Bar." Pang Guang replied.

  "Alright, wait for me here." Zhang Xiaoting hung up the phone and took another look at her mobile phone messages, confirming that Zhao Hankui had not replied to any information, nor was there anything in the automatically filtered trash can. Zhang Xiaoting disappointedly put her phone into her pocket and hailed a taxi straight to Moon Bay Bar.

  Under the deafening sound and dazzling stage lights, Zhang Xiaoting searched for a while in the crazy crowd on the dance floor, but didn't find Pang Guang. Instead, she saw many boys approaching her with ill intentions, so she quickly escaped from the dance floor to call Pang Guang. Fortunately, the phone was answered quickly, and she followed Pang Guang's instructions to circle around several tables before finally finding him.

  "Is this place open during the day too?" Zhang Xiaoting looked around: "How come I didn't notice."

  "Waiter, come here." Pang Guang didn't respond to Zhang Xiaoting, turned around and waved his hand to call the waiter: "Bring me another dozen beers, with more ice cubes."

  "Pang Guang, what are you up to? It's broad daylight and you're not in school, but instead you're here drinking alone." Zhang Xiaoting looked at the scattered beer bottles on the table, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, a hint of reproach in her tone. She had long known about Pang Guang's bad habit - he couldn't take even a little stimulation, and whenever he was unhappy, he would turn to drink, and his tolerance was terrible. Unexpectedly, two years had passed, but he still hadn't changed.

  Beer came quickly, and Pang Guang shook his head to pour a drink for Zhang Xiaoting.