Chapter 557 (1/2)

The premiere of ”a glimmer of life” was held on the sixth floor of the cinema, while the studio set by Xiao Liu for Feng Zhongliang was in the VIP Hall on the fifth floor.

When the elevator door opened, the staff at the elevator door saluted with a smile. The VIP Hall on the fifth floor was full of people.

In a short period of time, Xiao Liu's forehead has been soaked with layer after layer of sweat. When he got out of the elevator, he was ready to take out a veil to wipe his face. The rest of his eyes saw Jiang Zhiyuan standing not far from the elevator door.

Xiao Liu subconsciously froze, he instinctively put on a defensive look, Feng Zhongliang block in his back.

Among a group of young men and women with fresh faces and well-dressed clothes, Jiang Zhiyuan seems a little out of place.

His clothes are not fashionable. The gray coat with white wash on his body has been worn and fluffed at the collar and sleeve corners. It can be seen from the style and appearance that this coat has been for some years.

Even though he was unusually tall and handsome, many men and women who came and went by him could not help but show some disdain.

But he stood there calmly, with a look of alienation and indifference, blocking the gaze from all directions out of his world, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

When he saw Feng Zhongliang and Xiao Liu, he was still leaning against the pole of the charger and occupied a corner.

Not far away, there is a pair of men and women looking at the interface of the mobile phone charger, but no one dares to come here. The human instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil feels that the river is not easy to be provoked.

In this way, he looked at Feng Zhongliang. There was no Xiao Liu in his eyes. After a while, Feng Zhongliang laughed and pushed Xiao Liu away from him.

”The old man...”

Xiao Liu was a little anxious, but Feng Zhongliang said faintly:

”you can find a place to kill time by yourself. Don't worry about me.”

”How can that work?” Xiao Liu is so anxious that Feng Zhongliang shakes his head and walks towards the river Zhiyuan with his crutches. They are five or six meters away. He doesn't need Liu's help and takes more than ten steps to get there.

Xiao Liu Yibu also tends to follow him. Feng Zhongliang ignores him and just looks at Jiang Zhiyuan:

”long time no see.”

Feng Zhongliang knew that Xiao Liu was in chajiang Zhiyuan, and Jiang Zhiyuan also knew that Feng's family were staring at him. The last time they met, it was still devil.

But in Feng Zhongliang's heart, that meeting can't be counted, two people met each other, but did not even say a word.

”The last time I talked to you face to face was more than 20 years ago.”

Jiang Zhiyuan nodded. He was still in the prime of his life when they met more than 20 years ago. He was a prisoner of Feng Zhongliang.

Feng Zhongliang, who was also very young that year, founded Zhongnan industry. He was known as ”Uncle Liang” in Hong Kong and was domineering.

Now he's old enough to walk.

”Find a quiet place to talk.”

Both of them were old enough to stand out in the cinema.

Most of the people who can book a studio in the VIP Hall on the fifth floor are either rich or expensive. They will inevitably meet people who know Feng Zhongliang.

He put forward such a proposal, told Liu to let people open the door of the movie hall, and Jiang Zhiyuan advanced into the studio.

This VIP Hall is not big. Feng Zhongliang drives away Xiao Liu, who is not at ease. He looks at Jiang Zhiyuan.

”Smoking?”