Fang Zhicheng had been in contact with Qiu Hengde for some time. He knew that Qiu Hengde respected Xie Fang very much, so he prepared a birthday gift for Xie Fang, which was actually an indirect way to please Qiu Hengde.
Xie Yuxin was not curious when she received Fang Zhicheng's call. Although they had not seen each other for a long time, Fang Zhicheng would send some joke text messages to her mobile phone from time to time. She thought Fang Zhicheng was boring at first, but it became a habit over time. Occasionally, when she was bored, she would read those humorous texts and smile.
Of course, Fang Zhicheng was not trying to please Xie Yuxin on purpose. He had a classified group on his mobile phone number, which contained the contact information of people he did not contact often but felt he needed to maintain. In order to keep the relationship going, Fang Zhicheng would write joke text messages and send them to these people's phones.
Xie Yuxin had just finished recording a segment of the show and was eating the lunch provided by the program team. The taste was not very good, so she frowned while eating. Xie Yuxin asked curiously, "Little Prince of SMS, why didn't you send me a text message today and call me instead?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "I want to consult with Anchor Xie about something. I wonder if you can give me some guidance."
Xie Yuxin put down her chopsticks, pushed her lunch box aside, pointed her finger at her chin, and asked in confusion, "What on earth is going on?"
Fang Zhicheng tapped his fingers on the table, making a clacking sound, and said slowly: "Your sister Xie Fang's birthday is next month. I don't know what she likes. I want to prepare a gift for her."
Xie Yuxin chuckled, "So that's what happened. You really know how to behave. To curry favor with my sister is to curry favor with my brother-in-law. But do you think I will tell you?"
Fang Zhicheng coughed dryly and smiled bitterly: "We don't have any deep hatred, right? Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's just because I don't want to!" Xie Yuxin deliberately made things difficult.
Fang Zhicheng said awkwardly: "Then how can we make Host Xie happy?"
Xie Yuxin hummed for a while, then smiled and said, "At least it should be a big meal, right?"
Fang Zhicheng said casually: "It seems that the lunch boxes prepared by the program team tonight are too bad, which has affected the mood of host Xie."
Xie Yuxin was slightly startled, thinking that Fang Zhicheng was really quick to react and actually guessed it right. She asked, "Do you agree or not?"
Fang Zhicheng quickly smiled and said, "It's an honor to have dinner with a beautiful woman. Others would beg for it but cannot."
Xie Yuxin smiled and said, "You are quite good at talking. The program has started recording. Let's contact each other later."
There is a Baiweilou restaurant near the TV station, which serves authentic Yinzhou specialties. Fang Zhicheng was thinking about inviting Xie Yuxin to dinner, and he couldn't let her look down on him, so he chose this place, which has an excellent environment and atmosphere.
Xie Yuxin found the Jade Hall, sat down, took the menu handed to her by the waiter, flipped through it for a while, held her chin, and asked Fang Zhicheng: "Are you sure?"
The prices on the menu were on the expensive side. Xie Yuxin probably knew Fang Zhicheng's financial ability and estimated that the meal was worth a lot, so she asked Fang Zhicheng if he was sure he wanted to eat here.
Although Fang Zhicheng didn't have much money, he was never stingy. He smiled and said, "Of course I'm sure, don't worry, but remember to answer my questions later."
"An answer in exchange for a great meal is worth it." Xie Yuxin was obviously a regular customer of Baiweilou. She put the menu aside and whispered a few dishes.
The waitress nodded and took note, then turned and left the room, subconsciously staring at Xie Yuxin with envy in her eyes. TV hosts often came to Baiweilou for dinner, and the waitress naturally knew Xie Yuxin. Although the waitress was a few years younger than Xie Yuxin, Xie Yuxin's elegant temperament made her feel inferior.
Xie Yuxin had just finished a show and had not yet washed off the heavy makeup on her face. Her carefully sculpted face looked like a fine work of art. Her long, thick black hair was tied back into a beautiful bun. Her fair, jade-like face was evenly red and white, her eyebrows were like distant black, her eyes were like crescent moons, and she was wearing a tight white shirt with silver lace on the collar.
The most beautiful thing about Xie Yuxin is her pair of graceful and slender legs. She is not wearing stockings, and her white and smooth legs are exposed. Under the dim light, they emit a soft glow.
God has endowed Xie Yuxin with outstanding beauty, making her worthy of the title of the most beautiful woman in Yinzhou. Having dinner with such a beauty, Fang Zhicheng feels that it is worth it no matter how much money he spends. Fang Zhicheng finally realized why some wealthy businessmen are willing to spend a fortune to have a meal with a star or a beautiful hostess.
As the saying goes, beauty is delicious. Before the food was served, Fang Zhicheng felt like burping. When he saw Xie Yuxin, he felt his belly bulging. He was already full.
Honey crystal grilled wings, stir-fried pork with cattails, steamed beer chicken, spicy beef stew, cold-mixed Yuhu fish skin, and a bottle of Bordeaux red wine. Xie Yuxin originally ordered three dishes, and Fang Zhicheng added a few more, so the small table looked crowded with large and small dishes.
Xie Yuxin shook the tall glass, her eyes seemed to be fixed on the bright red wine, and sighed: "It's just the two of us. I'm afraid it will be a waste if we order so many dishes."
Fang Zhicheng shrugged his shoulders in a casual manner and said with a smile: "The world is unpredictable and life is short. As long as there is still breath left, we should waste food hysterically. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss? So many delicious foods, and giving them away for free, that would be a waste."
"Heresy!" Xie Yuxin picked up a chicken wing and put it on the plate. Then she carefully tore open the chicken bone with her hands and took a bite delicately and elegantly.
Fang Zhicheng didn't say much. He helped Xie Yuxin scoop a bowl of chicken soup, then picked up a few pieces of vegetables and chewed them slowly.
Xie Yuxin put down her chopsticks, picked up her red wine glass and gently clinked it with Fang Zhicheng's glass. "Ding", a pleasant sound was made, and she smiled and said, "Why do I feel that you are not in a good mood? Is it not to your taste?"
Fang Zhicheng shook his head and smiled, "I'm worried that my eating manners won't look good and will affect your appetite."
Xie Yuxin laughed and said softly, "Don't worry too much. I'm a real foodie. Nothing can bother me when there's delicious food in front of me."
Fang Zhicheng found that Xie Yuxin was not as cold as he imagined, so he buried his head in eating and drinking. Xie Yuxin was in a good mood, so Fang Zhicheng asked Xie Yuxin some questions about the TV station. Xie Yuxin revealed some inside information, which made Fang Zhicheng exclaim again and again.
"Oh, I didn't expect that XX host, with such a bad lifestyle, is actually kept by a rich woman." Fang Zhicheng discovered that the folk rumors were not groundless. The attitude of TV station staff towards life was much more relaxed than that of ordinary people, especially those famous hosts. Each of their private lives was a surprisingly erotic story.
Xie Yuxin burped, not feeling embarrassed or annoyed at all for her loss of composure. She touched her slightly bulging belly and said with a smile, "I'm full. Now I can answer your question."
Fang Zhicheng wiped his mouth with a wet towel and said with a smile: "I almost forgot something important."
Xie Yuxin laughed softly and said, "My sister is a pseudo-literati."
"Oh?" Fang Zhicheng looked puzzled.
Xie Yuxin explained solemnly: "My sister likes reading, especially prose. You might as well buy a collection of Xu Ruo's prose and give it to her. She will definitely be very happy."
Giving books? This is a good suggestion, which is both tasteful and appropriate. Fang Zhicheng was thinking about going to Qiongjin, the provincial capital, to visit some larger bookstores on the weekend. Xu Ruo is a famous young essayist. Her books have always sold well, so they should be available in all the major bookstores.
Chapter 0056: High Cost-Effectiveness
On Saturday, Fang Zhicheng took a bus and spent several hours to get to Qiongjin. When he got out of the station, he saw Zhu Youming standing not far away with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes wandering around. Zhu Youming is nearsighted and doesn't like to wear glasses, so his eyes look deep and blurred. When he got closer, Zhu Youming stared at him carefully, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He walked over with a smile, punched Fang Zhicheng in the chest, and said, "I finally waited for you, kid."
Fang Zhicheng patted the silver Volkswagen Bora behind him and said with a smile, "You're doing pretty well. This car must be worth hundreds of thousands, right?"