208: Chapter 28 The Symbol of Identity—The Black Card

Returning home from the hot pot restaurant, Chen Shaoping had drunk quite a bit. Feeling lightheaded, he went to bed after washing up.

Zhang Ying made him some honey water and placed it on the bedside table before heading to take a shower.

It was past five in the morning.

Chen Shaoping woke up thirsty; the water on the bedside table was already gone.

He gently moved Zhang Ying's hand and got out of bed quietly, afraid of waking her.

He went to the living room, poured and drank two large glasses of water from the tea bar machine, and then used the restroom.

Only then did he return to bed.

He wanted to go back to sleep, but he felt more and more awake and couldn't fall asleep at all.

He might as well think about what else needed to be done.

He hadn't given Director Lin the script yet, and he was still missing a Cantonese song and a promotional song.

He muttered in his mind.

"System, exchange for the movie script 'Lost on Journey'."

[Host has spent 13 paparazzi points to successfully exchange for the movie script 'Lost on Journey'.]

"System, exchange for the songs 'Smiling at the Changing World' and 'Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow'."

[Host has spent 2 paparazzi points to exchange for the songs 'Smiling at the Changing World' and 'Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow'.]

[Host's current paparazzi points: 3 points.]

"Check intel!"

[Today's Intel 1 (★★★★): Tonight at 23:58, an eighty-five-year-old man named Xu Hu, having no other way out, will commit suicide by jumping into the Tongzi River from the Dingyuan Bridge in Kyoto.

The old man's identity is complex and involves many things, but he is a close friend of He Qixiang. Please handle this appropriately.]

[Today's Intel 2 (★★): Famous movie stars Cheng Kun and Zou Xin have opened a movie script training class, recruiting a large number of students from universities and society with the intention of plagiarizing their ideas.

Since the results have been minimal, they are prepared to give up. As of now, they have only successfully misappropriated the script of one student—Gao Xi, a person of genuine talent.

After making some general modifications, they named the script 'Skin'. They didn't tell Gao Xi, who is now depressed, thinking his script was poor.

Meanwhile, Cheng Kun and Zou Xin plan to start filming this play soon. Gao Xi's phone: 135, Cheng Kun's phone: 136, Zou Xin's phone: 189]

[Today's Intel 3 (★★★★): Hong Kong's Wireless Media Company has been looking for opportunities to enter the mainland market in recent years, but due to the distorted development model of the Hong Kong entertainment industry in previous years...

...it has led to a shortage of new talent in scripts, actors, and directors. In recent years, neither their movies nor TV shows have been able to compete with those from the mainland.

President of Unlimited Media Company, the president of Wireless Media Company, has been in Kyoto today and is staying at the Ruijin Hotel. He will be handling business at the CCTV Tower between 3:00 PM and 4:00 PM. President of Unlimited Media Company's phone: 155******]

After reading the third piece of intel, Chen Shaoping returned to the first one.

The other two pieces of intel were fairly normal and easy to handle.

Only this one was a bit unclear, leaving him feeling uncertain.

Based on just these few sentences, it was four-star intel, and since the person knew He Qixiang, Chen Shaoping guessed it might be related to antiques.

Could this old man named Xu Hu be the owner of the fake mei bottle, who became so angry after learning the truth that he wanted to jump into the river?

He couldn't figure it out, but since he was going to Kyoto today anyway, he could just save him tonight and ask.

After sending the songs and script to Li Qian, Chen Shaoping rolled out of bed.

Two hours later, they arrived at Baiyun Airport.

There were quite a few people going to Kyoto this time.

In addition to Chen Shaoping and his group of four, there were also Yang Mengmeng and Zhou Bule.

There were two main reasons.

First, the program 'the singer & songwriter' was airing tonight.

Second, tomorrow, 'three lives, three worlds, ten miles of peach blossoms' would hold a kick-off ceremony at Jiaxing Media and then immediately begin filming.

Originally, Zhang Ying and Li Qian didn't want to go, but after he told them the contents of Intel 3, they came along.

When they arrived at the hotel, it was almost 1:00 PM. The production team had only prepared three rooms.

Chen Shaoping and the others had to book another room themselves.

"Hello, please open a room for us," Li Qian said.

The waitress placed her hands over her stomach and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, ma'am. The hotel is full today, I apologize."

"Isn't today the last day of the holiday? Why is it still full?" Li Qian frowned and muttered.

"Da Ping, how about I accompany Mengmeng to find another hotel?"

Before Chen Shaoping could answer, Yang Mengmeng walked to the front desk with a smile. "Sister Qian, there's no need for that."

She took out a shiny black card from her pocket and handed it over. "I have an SVIP card for this hotel. No matter when I check in, they have to arrange a room for me."

After respectfully taking the black card, the waitress's smile grew even brighter. "Hello, ma'am, I will handle your check-in right away."

The check-in procedures were quickly completed, and the waitress respectfully returned the card to Yang Mengmeng.

"Ms. Yang, here is your black card. Please keep it safe!"

Seeing this, Li Qian felt a bit annoyed and questioned the waitress.

"Didn't you tell me there were no rooms? Why are there rooms now?"

"Ma'am, I apologize. Our hotel rooms are divided into standard rooms and VIP rooms."

"Just now, the standard rooms were gone, but there were still VIP rooms."

"Furthermore, for someone with an SVIP card like this lady, even if there were no rooms, we would find another way to accommodate her."

The waitress explained with a warm smile.

"How can one get an SVIP card for your hotel?"

"A VIP card is easy to get; you just need to pre-deposit 20,000 in room fees. As for the SVIP card, I don't have the authority to issue it; you need to have connections."

"This black card is a symbol of status. There are no more than a hundred of them in the entire country. I've worked at this hotel for three years, and this is the first time I've seen an SVIP card."

Hearing this, Li Qian glanced at Yang Mengmeng, pulled her into an embrace, and threatened her.

"You little brat, confess! Why do you have this black card?"

"If you don't explain clearly, I'll dock your salary."

Chen Shaoping, following behind, thought to himself, "Even if you docked her entire salary, she wouldn't care. She could buy the whole company in a heartbeat."

"Don't! Sister Qian, I'm still waiting for my salary to buy a set of skincare products. Look at how dry my hands and face have become."

Yang Mengmeng immediately begged for mercy, her tone sincere. "My mom gave me this card before I left. She didn't say much, just that I could stay at any of her hotels across the country."

Li Qian took a few more looks at her. It seemed their Mengmeng's family was not simple; could she be a second-generation rich or official playing at life?

Hearing Yang Mengmeng play along, Chen Shaoping stumbled and almost fell.

After the group finished eating and returned to the hotel, Li Qian and Wang Bo came to Chen Shaoping's room.

"Da Ping, hurry up and call President Chen to see if you can schedule a meeting."

"If he's busy or unwilling to cooperate, Sister Ying and I will go shopping instead of accompanying you to record the show."

"Alright."

Chen Shaoping took out his phone and dialed the number from the intel.

The call connected, and a sentence in Cantonese came from the other end.

"Who is this?"

Fortunately, Chen Shaoping could understand it; otherwise, it would have been awkward.

"Hello, Mr. Chen!"

"I am Chen Shaoping from Tongxing Entertainment Company, also known as Young Master Ping, the songwriter."

"I know your company wants to enter the mainland market. I wonder if you'd be interested in meeting to talk?"