I, Corgi, Super Fierce [Entertainment]

Sofitel is a well-known luxury hotel in C City. It is said that when there are foreign guests, they will settle here to rest.

Even a small actor like Hu Wei was invited to this wrap-up banquet, so one can imagine how rich the crew is.

Hu Wei arrived at 06:30 in the evening. The whole hall was full of people, and there was loud chatter and laughter when he entered.

He didn't even count how many tables there were. The main creators should be sitting at the front row tables. After all, directors and even investors will come to the stage to say a few words later.

Most of the people who come and go are people that Hu Wei doesn't recognize, and he hasn't seen He Chen at a glance.

Liu Minghui came to claim him with a smile.

"I'm afraid you won't come!" Liu Minghui pulled him over and led him to a table on the edge, "Do you know how to drink? Let's see if there is a chance later. Let's go to have a toast together."

"It's not our turn." Hu Wei sat down and saw that there were two good wines on each table.

He hasn't drunk alcohol yet, but he still clearly remembers He Chen as a drunk dog, and wonders if He Chen will be drunk today.

With so many people, there must be a lot of toasts and persuasion.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? If there are too many people, who cares whether we are qualified or not." Liu Minghui smiled, "Toasting wine is familiar, and I also want to toast He Chen."

Hu Wei suddenly felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he asked Liu Minghui to pour him a glass of red wine first.

"When the food is served, eat something to fill your stomach first. Don't be in a hurry." Liu Minghui didn't pour it for him. "Drink on an empty stomach. If you're so drunk, you'll call everyone Dad."

"It's so clear, have you called it before?" Hu Wei glanced at him.

"I haven't yelled," Liu Minghui touched his nose happily, "I usually look for my mother everywhere crying."

Hu Wei laughed for a long time.

Starting at seven o'clock, the dishes were brought to the table one by one, and the director and several main creators took turns to speak on stage.

The director was the first one, seeing his flushed cheeks, it was obvious that he had already had a drink before the table even started.

He Chen is the male number four, so I guess I'm too lazy to go up and talk about it.

Hu Wei observed from a distance across several rows of tables, and He Chen was actually leisurely... drinking soup.

"Ah, ahead of time! I wish "Broken Red Flying Snow" reach the peak of ratings—" A beer belly skipped a bit excitedly after saying this.

The fat belly twitched, and the people below couldn't help laughing.

After the banquet, there were not many people who really focused on eating. Basically, people walked around with wine glasses.

Hu Wei looked at the red wine in the glass, and put it to his mouth to taste it.

Wow, it's really hard to drink.

"This wine costs at least a few thousand yuan." Liu Minghui pointed to his cup, "You just took a sip, and the passerby scene is over."

Oh, it's a pity he doesn't understand appreciation.

Hu Wei didn't drink any more, picked up his cup and got up, "Let's go, let's see who we can respect."

Not to mention, popular characters cannot be squeezed within a radius of five meters.

He Chen has a good capacity for alcohol, drank what he needed to drink, and waved his hands for the rest.

Although those who were rejected did not forcefully persuade them to drink, they still liked to stand there and chat with He Chen.

He Chen caught a glimpse of Hu Wei who was being squeezed around with an empty wine glass in the crowd, and suddenly picked up the wine glass again.

"Thank you." He Chen had a drink with the assistant director on the right.

Hu Wei was still thinking about how to get to He Chen's side, but he found that He Chen had a few glasses of wine in a row and happened to be coming in his direction.

There were no more people around Liu Minghui, so Hu Wei saw the opportunity and squeezed through a few people sideways, reaching in front of He Chen.

"Can I... can I offer you a toast?" Hu Wei reached out to touch the wine bottle on the table and poured wine into the glass.

It wasn't the red wine just now, but brandy.

"Of course." He Chen didn't seem surprised when he saw him.

"Congratulations on the completion of the TV series. Thank you for your hard work." Hu Wei hurriedly handed over the cup, thought for a while and added: "Thank you for your care before."

He Chen seemed to be in a good mood, so he clinked glasses with him.

As soon as Hu Wei put the glass to his mouth, he saw He Chen raised his head and drank the wine, the glass was empty.

Is this... so sincere?

Hu Wei was stunned, took advantage of the situation and gulped down all the wine in the glass, and showed He Chen the empty glass.

Bah, the white one is worse than the red one.

"Hey, the actor is here!" Liu Minghui finally squeezed back with a cup, "Can you have a drink with me too! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

He Chen glanced at Hu Wei, and Hu Wei's face turned red.

Just now, the drink was poured down in a hurry, and the alcohol seemed to go straight from the stomach to the forehead, and Hu Weihan was about to come out.

"Don't drink too much." He Chen silently clinked a glass with Liu Minghui.

"Ah, no problem! You can do whatever you want, I'll finish this drink!" Liu Minghui picked up the glass and drank it down.

Hu Wei only had those two glasses of wine tonight. After the smell of alcohol rose, he felt dizzy and didn't dare to drink any more.

He was afraid that if he got drunk, he would sing silly nursery rhymes like He Chen.

But he never expected that he would throw up immediately after running to the bathroom.

I didn't eat much at first, and I couldn't spit out anything this time, but I was lucky that I didn't spit out the dog food at noon...

Very uncomfortable, my stomach is burning and hurting.

When it was time to wash his face at the sink, Hu Wei was determined to blacklist alcohol.

He was still half dizzy, so he didn't pay attention to who was standing next to him.

"Are you drunk?" The person next to him called out to him.

Hu Wei waved his hand and turned to see an investor, a man about 50 years old, with a very humble appearance.

It seems to be Zhang Dong, but he is not the chairman. The director and producer like to jokingly call him "father".

"You don't have a good capacity for alcohol, so don't force yourself to drink more." Mr. Zhang drew a few pieces of paper for him, "Alcohol hurts your health, so I don't really like it."

"Thank you," Hu Wei wiped his face with a paper, "Then what do you drink?"

"I drink tea." Zhang Dong laughed.

Today's dinner was out of his pocket, but he doesn't look like a noble local tyrant.

"Oh, by the way, do you know how to use a digital camera?" Zhang Dong asked suddenly.

"...Yes, yes." Hu Wei played with it for a while when he was a model.

It's just strange why Zhang Dong asked this.

"That's right, I'm looking for someone to take a photo for me." Zhang Dong said, "I'm going to let everyone move to the roof to set off fireworks. Can you help me catch the opportunity?"

Fireworks on the roof?This dinner was really romantic and grand.

"You're not too drunk to hold the camera steady, are you?" Zhang Dong laughed.

"It's okay, I just vomited a lot." Hu Wei said.

"Then I'll trouble you," Zhang Dong walked out, "It's good to be young. My daughter gave me the camera, but now I don't know how to use many electronic products..."

Hu Wei went out with him, and preliminarily judged that this was a chatty old man.

"I live upstairs here, and the camera has brackets and other things. Can you help me assemble it by the way?" Zhang Dong said.

"Ah, okay." Hu Wei responded casually, and half-dizzily glanced at both ends of the corridor.

It's strange, just now Liu Minghui said he was waiting outside, but now he's gone.

Maybe he vomited for too long, so he couldn't wait and went back first?

Hu Wei took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Liu Minghui, saying that he helped the investor's father fix the camera.

"Floor 37." Zhang Dong pressed the button in the elevator.

After Hu Wei got out of the elevator, he couldn't help yawning.

I didn't know that drinking alcohol can also help sleep.

"I'll just wait here." Hu Wei was really sleepy.

"Well, thank you." Zhang Dong smiled again, walked to the right side of the corridor, and swiped his card to enter the third room.

Hu Wei yawned again, called up the system to check He Chen's location, and made sure that He Chen hadn't returned home yet.

The fireworks will be set off later, will He Chen still go...

Just after toasting, I only said a few polite words, feeling that the evening was too wasted.

"Hey! Little brother!" Zhang Dong poked his head out of the room suddenly, looking very anxious, "Come and see! What's going on-"

When Hu Wei yelled at him, he was so frightened that he woke up more than half of the wine.

"What's wrong?" Hu Wei walked over.

Those who didn't know thought it was a murder scene.

"Look, why doesn't my camera turn on..." Zhang Dong squatted on the ground, holding the DSLR gifted by his daughter, "Is it broken? What should I do? Can it be repaired?"

Hu Wei took a look and sighed: "It's out of battery."

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