Chapter 2023: Disappointment After Hope

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." Zhou Andong smiled sneakily: "Qianyi has already greeted me. If you want to borrow money from me, you must get her consent."

Zhou Yu had never been so depressed since he grew up, even when he was nagged by his mother, scolded by his father, or beaten by his sister.

Because these three people, whether before or after sanctioning him, never gave him hope. Therefore, he would not feel disappointed.

But today is different. Today Zhou Andong gave him hope, but in the end, he told him that he must get his sister's consent.

Isn't this giving him hope and then giving him a stick without hesitation? This kind of mental trauma is even more painful than being beaten.

"If I have to get that

Zhou Yu said in a muffled voice, then picked up a lamb skewer again and began to eat wildly without any regard for his image.

While eating the lamb skewers, he muttered to himself: How could this world be like this? Why does it always give him hope and then break it without mercy? Can't it just let me borrow money smoothly?

"Uncle!"

Wan Peng, with his bald head, wandered around for a while, and only after he had eaten enough did he remember to find his little uncle, Zhou Andong, to chat.

This kid has a great personality and can talk to anyone, so at Future Culture, no matter how big the star or how famous they are, their relationship with Wan Peng is quite good.

Of course, the fact that this kid has always called Jiang Yuyue and Ma Xiaotong "little aunt" and Huang Jiamin "aunt" is also an important reason why he is so popular.

"Sit down!" Zhou Andong patted the chair beside him: "How is the song I gave you coming along?"

"No problem at all." Wan Peng patted his chest to guarantee: "Don't you worry, I guarantee I won't lose face for you."

"Hmm!" Zhou Andong nodded with satisfaction: "Whether this song can make you popular concerns your future development; you must not be careless."

"I will definitely grasp it." Wan Peng also had a rare solemn look on his face: "How about I sing it for you once?"

"Forget it." Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Today's occasion isn't suitable."

Then, the two chatted for a while longer, and Zhou Andong got up to find something he liked to eat.

Wan Peng was just about to leave when he was grabbed by Zhou Yu.

"You call Zhou Andong 'little uncle'?"

Wan Peng looked at Zhou Yu suspiciously; he had just seen Zhou Andong and this kid chatting, so they should be quite familiar.

"Yeah!" Wan Peng said "yeah," then looked at Zhou Yu, who was still holding his hand: "Is it polite to hold a future singing star like this?"

"A future singing star?" Zhou Yu laughed: "I'm an old acquaintance of your little uncle."

"But I'm not familiar with you." Wan Peng didn't buy Zhou Yu's act: "Let go of me."

"I am Zhou Andong's cousin; his grandfather and my grandfather were own brothers."

Zhou Yu let go of Wan Peng, his face all smiles.

"You should also call me little uncle."

Wan Peng looked Zhou Yu up and down, curled his lips and said: "Do you have the head shape that makes me want to call you little uncle?"

Zhou Yu sneered and said very calmly: "I am your little uncle's cousin, and we have blood relations. What's the matter, do you want to be brothers with me?"

"Fine, in a while I'll tell your little uncle that you kid want to rebel against heaven, calling him little uncle to his face while wanting to be his brother behind his back."

"Damn!" Wan Peng cursed: "What do you want?"

Zhou Yu threw the lamb skewer stick aside, wiped his hands with a napkin, then lit a cigarette, and crossed his legs.

"If you don't want your little uncle to deal with you, just lend me some money."

This kid, when he said this, didn't blush or turn pale, displaying the spirit of being shameless and brazen to the fullest.

"I won't complain if it's 100,000 or 80,000, and I won't complain if it's a million or ten million."

"..."

"You won't complain if it's 100,000 or 80,000, and you won't complain if it's a million or ten million?" Wan Peng widened his eyes: "I'll go find little uncle and make things clear; I won't save you."

"Hey!"

Seeing Wan Peng about to leave, Zhou Yu hurriedly said: "I'm talking about RMB, not US dollars."

Wan Peng turned back and glared at Zhou Yu: "Don't talk about millions or ten millions; if I had 100,000 or 80,000, I wouldn't have sharpened my head trying to be some singing star."

Zhou Yu looked at Wan Peng suspiciously: "You call Zhou Andong little uncle, are you that poor?"

Wan Peng couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this idiot and turned to leave. He felt that if he stayed with this guy for a long time, his own IQ would be affected.

Zhou Andong was eating a piece of cake when Deng Zhangli walked over. Jiang Mingsheng could accompany Ma Xiaotong, so Deng Zhangli couldn't stay with her the whole time.

"This morning, I went to the music festival site to take a look; the stage has been built, and they are installing the sound equipment and lighting. Everything will be finished today."

Zhou Andong put the half-piece of cake in his hand into his mouth and muttered: "I'm not worried about that; the main thing is security. This is the top priority and cannot have a single problem."

Deng Zhangli nodded: "I've already contacted the Armed Police Detachment, and the Municipal Bureau is also going to draw 800 police officers, plus 200 people from Jin Dun Security, to patrol 24 hours a day."

Zhou Andong said: "This music festival is thanks to the strong support of the city leaders; otherwise, it would be hard to handle the security aspect."

Deng Zhangli smiled and said: "The music festival you are holding is an excellent opportunity to showcase Jiangzhou's unique charm, enhance the city's image, and shape Jiangzhou's city business card."

"It can let more people understand this beautiful city of Jiangzhou and feel its unique cultural atmosphere. Therefore, the city is also going all out and must provide support in all aspects."

This was within Zhou Andong's expectations; if the city didn't firmly grasp such a good publicity opportunity, Deng Zhangli would be too unqualified as a mayor.

"In fact, holding this music festival was just a hasty decision; I didn't think so far ahead at the time. It was you, leader, who had the foresight and keen vision to quickly realize that you could use the influence of the music festival to promote Jiangzhou."

Deng Zhangli laughed heartily; even though he knew Zhou Andong was flattering him, Deng Zhangli couldn't help but laugh.

"You!" Deng Zhangli shook his head, then asked: "I read the newspaper this morning; you donated one billion US dollars to the country for space station research?"

"Hmm!"

Zhou Andong responded, but his mouth wasn't idle; he kept eating the delicious food.

"Every Chinese person has a dream of a strong nation, and I also want to contribute to the country."

Deng Zhangli truly liked this kind of patriotic entrepreneur who always put his feelings into action.

"You're a good one."

Deng Zhangli patted Zhou Andong's shoulder heavily and said it from the bottom of his heart.