Wang He and Zhuo Xiao entered the restaurant and sat down.
"Is he Chinese too?" Zhuo Xiao asked.
"Yes," Wang He answered casually. He really didn't want to talk about that person.
Zhuo Xiao didn't see through Wang He's thoughts and continued asking with interest.
"What does he do? Is he in the film industry too? "
"No, don't ask. Anyway, we can't afford to offend that person, especially in LA."
He remembered that last time, he'd accidentally barged into Chen Zhao's private room and encountered Chen Zhao's subordinates with a bunch of firearms.
Wang He was doing well in the entertainment industry, but in his mind, Chen Zhao was an arms dealer.
He didn't dare to offend him at all, even if Chen Zhao was in America and he was in China.
"How close is he to Director Steven? How do you know him? "
"I don't know. Anyway, during the audition, Director Steven asked him who was suitable. He said I was, so I was chosen."
"Oh, didn't that person enter the restaurant? How come I don't see him?"
"He must be in the private room," Wang He said.
"Since we know each other, should we go say hi? It'll be rude not to go."
"Uh …" Wang He hesitated.
No matter what their relationship was, Chen Zhao had at least helped him before.
Whether it was in the country or abroad, there was such a rule.
However, Wang He was really worried that he would see something he shouldn't see the moment he opened the door like last time.
Forget it. He should be eating with his wife and child. He definitely wouldn't see anything he shouldn't see.
Wang He picked up his glass and stood up. Zhuo Xiao followed.
There was only one private room in Marina Restaurant. They'd been here last time too.
Just as Zhuo Xiao was about to open the door, Wang He stopped her.
"Knock. Don't be rude," Wang He said.
Knock, knock.
"Come in." Chen Zhao's voice came from inside.
"Hello, Mr. Chen. Hello, lady," Wang He said. "I'm here to say hi."
"Oh, hello. Who is this lady?"
"Zhuo Xiao, I'm Wang He's girlfriend."
"Hello."
"This is my girlfriend, Fali. This is my daughter."
When Wang He and Zhuo Xiao saw Little Gerlyn sitting at the table, they suddenly felt an indescribable sense of cuteness.
"Sit down, let's chat for a while."
"Will I disturb you?"
"Not at all. Please take a seat." Fali didn't mind and invited them to sit.
"How's the filming going?"
"My scenes are almost done, but the filming is still in the final stage," Wang He said. "Speaking of which, I should thank Mr. Chen for helping me fight for this opportunity."
"It doesn't have much to do with me. It's mainly because your acting skills are good and you're very popular in the country. After the movie is released in the country, we need you to drive the box office."
"Mr. Chen, the filming is expected to end in two weeks. Mr. Steven's party is scheduled for May 2nd. Will you be there?"
"I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going …" Little Gerlyn immediately shouted with a terrified expression. "Godfather wants to prick Little Gerlyn with his beard the moment he sees her."
Everyone in the private room laughed, but Zhuo Xiao's heart was slightly moved.
Is Director Steven the girl's godfather?
I really envy her …
"Fali, do you want to go?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Not really, but if we don't go after he invites us, he'll come to our house again and disturb our time alone."
"I'll just prepare a gift for him. If he disturbs us again, I'll release the dog to bite him."
"Dad, can you not release the dog? If it hurts Godfather, he might not love Little Gerlyn anymore. "Gerlyn was conflicted again.
"I thought you didn't like your godfather?"
"Little Gerlyn likes him, but she doesn't like him prickling me with his beard."
Just then, someone suddenly appeared outside the door. It was Nafa Twain.
Nafa Twain stood at the door and knocked. "Hi, Chen, am I disturbing you?"
"Hello, Mr. Nafa."
Wang He and Zhuo Xiao both recognized him. He was a Hollywood A-list movie star.
The two immediately became cautious. After all, this was a real celebrity.
At least, Nafa Twain was definitely a hundred times more famous internationally than them.
"Want to come?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Chen, can we talk outside?"
Chen Zhao stood up and said to Wang He and Zhuo Xiao, "Excuse me."
Chen Zhao and Nafa Twain walked to the door.
"Mr. Nafa, how can I help you?"
"Call me Twain. My friends all call me Twain."
"Okay, Twain."
"Chen, I want to ask if you have cash on hand."
Chen Zhao was stunned. He looked at Nafa Twain, somewhat surprised.
To be honest, he really wasn't familiar with Nafa Twain.
Even though they owned the restaurant together, they'd actually met less than five times.
Even before today, the two of them still used honorifics to address each other.
But today, Nafa Twain wanted to borrow money from him.
To be honest, the money from the treasure hunt hadn't been transferred into Chen Zhao's account yet.
However, Chen Zhao still had $30 million in his account. As long as Nafa Twain didn't ask for much, Chen Zhao could still afford it.
But the key question was: Why?
Why should he borrow money?
If Nafa Twain's selling of Marina's Restaurant's shares to him was considered a favor, then he was the one who owed it to Amelia, and not Nafa Twain's recognition.
Amira was the one who'd helped Chen Zhao negotiate.
Nafa Twain didn't go back empty-handed either.
"Twain, you're an A-list superstar," Chen Zhao said, smiling. "You should have more money than me."
"I invested in a movie recently, but the box office wasn't very good," Nafa Twain said helplessly. "I have almost zero cash right now."
Chen Zhao knew that tycoons with huge assets usually only had around 5% of their total assets in cash.
For these capitalists, putting more than 5% in the bank was a loss.
For example, Chen Zhao was currently converting his cash into investment projects.
Of course, the difference was that he didn't borrow money from the bank.
So, if one of Chen Zhao's projects failed, it would just be a loss. It wouldn't affect Chen Zhao's credit.
"I need $30 million," Nafa Twain said. "I can guarantee that I'll pay it back in three months, and the interest will definitely be higher than the bank," Nafa Twain said.
"Can you tell me where you need money?" Chen Zhao asked.
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