Chapter 172: What Malice Could an Assistant Have?

As soon as these words were spoken, Lian Mianhou and Song Mishan both looked embarrassed.

Indeed, when it comes to choosing a filming location, talking about good feng shui is indeed pointless.

Song Mishan took the initiative to open the file on the table and said, "To be honest, other areas of this hotel are not very different from other hotels and have nothing particularly special."

"But its deep-sea theme is quite remarkable."

When he said "remarkable," Song Mishan emphasized the word and continued, "The deep-sea suites and deep-sea restaurant of this hotel are the best I've ever seen, whether it's the sea view, the fish, the lighting, or the room decor."

"Although I've stayed at underwater-themed hotels before, compared to Lang Ai Hotel, I can only say those were low-end versions."

Song Mishan spoke truthfully.

As Kou Cen listened, he flipped through the pictures and information of Lang Ai Hotel, his expression changing slightly.

Song Mishan had traveled far and wide with him for many years, having stayed in countless excellent hotels and dined at top-notch restaurants.

For him to say this, it seemed that this hotel was indeed noteworthy.

"What do you think?" Kou Cen turned to Lian Mianhou and asked.

"The hotel's environment is excellent, and the atmosphere is nice. However, I'm worried that negotiating the price won't be easy," Lian Mianhou shared his thoughts.

As the external producer, his main job was to coordinate the filming locations and manage relations with various parties. Besides scouting the location, he was responsible for communication.

The impression Wen Zifan and the hotel left on him was one of warmth and politeness, but nothing more. This made him worry that negotiating might not be straightforward.

"Don't worry about such trivial matters. I want a good location," Kou Cen dismissed Lian Mianhou's concern with a wave of his hand.

This time, the producer was coming with a big investment. The cost of renting the hotel was negligible compared to the potential market returns they were aiming for.

Kou Cen said, "Wait for the others to return before finalizing the hotel decision. Also, notify everyone that we'll have a meeting at 2:00 PM today to finalize the casting choices."

"Got it, Director Kou."

...

A few days later,

"Alright, thank you for choosing our hotel."

"I'll inform our boss immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Zifan took a deep breath. Just now, the "Sweetheart" crew had called to rent the hotel for filming.

"I've never seen a live drama shoot before!" Wen Zifan's eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed her notebook and went to find Boss Chen.

First stop, the boss's office, not there.

Second stop, the lobby coffee table, not there.

Third stop, the deep-sea restaurant, not there.

Wen Zifan rolled her eyes in exasperation.

This boss was completely different from others, wandering around the hotel all day with no fixed place. Finally, after checking the pool, bar, children's playground, and gym, Wen Zifan saw Chen Jianhai lying under a coconut umbrella on a wooden bed on the beach, wearing sunglasses and a swim trunk.

At that moment, for some reason, the sweat-soaked Wen Zifan wanted to strangle this lazy guy.

Taking off her high heels and stockings, Wen Zifan walked across the sand under the scorching sun, stopping beside Chen Jianhai.

"Boss, I need to report something to you."

"Hmm?" Chen Jianhai was dozing on the beach, almost falling asleep. Startled by Wen Zifan's voice, he instinctively grabbed a towel to cover his chest, sitting up slightly flustered.

"What is it?"

Wen Zifan silently rolled her eyes before saying, "Boss, 'Sweetheart' just called. They want to rent our hotel's underwater suite, deep-sea restaurant, and garden as filming locations, with a rental fee of 100,000 yuan per day."

"The crew's actors might also stay at the hotel, and those accommodation fees will be calculated separately."

Chen Jianhai got up, wrapping himself in a bathrobe despite the heat, and asked, "Are the director and producer confirmed?"

"Yes," Wen Zifan replied.

"I checked their project proposal and approval notice online. The producer and production company are legit."

Chen Jianhai thought for a moment before saying, "The price of 100,000 yuan per day is acceptable. The hotel can agree."

"Okay, boss, I'll let them know."

Having finished her report, Wen Zifan was about to leave but couldn't resist a mischievous smile seeing Chen Jianhai's flushed and uncomfortable state.

"By the way, boss, there's one more thing."

Wen Zifan suddenly spoke, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"What is it?" Chen Jianhai's voice had a clear edge of irritation.

He was sweating profusely, with large beads of sweat rolling down his face. He wanted to jump into the sea to cool off but had to maintain his dignity in front of his female assistant, so he was enduring it.

"I can't seem to remember... what was it?"

Wen Zifan appeared to be in deep thought, as if the words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't recall them.

Initially, Chen Jianhai waited patiently. But after two minutes, he was sweating buckets, frequently adjusting his bathrobe's collar.

Seeing that Chen Jianhai was at his limit and might pass out from heatstroke, Wen Zifan finally tapped her head and said with sudden realization, "Oh, never mind. It wasn't important. I'll get back to work now, boss."

With that, Wen Zifan tilted her head slightly, giving Chen Jianhai a playful smile before walking back to the hotel.

Under the sun, her red flip-flops kicked up small puffs of golden sand with each step, like a mischievous little excavator.

The moment Wen Zifan turned around, Chen Jianhai quickly took off his bathrobe and plunged into the sea with a splash.

The cool seawater immediately relieved the heat and washed away the sweat.

"Why didn't I hire a male assistant back then?!"

Chen Jianhai slapped the water angrily.

"If I had a male assistant, not only would I discuss work in swim trunks, I'd be fine doing it in a sauna!"

After swimming a couple of laps, Chen Jianhai suddenly surfaced, his expression puzzled.

Wait a minute,

That clever girl keeps everything meticulously recorded. How could she possibly forget something?!

Realizing this, Chen Jianhai's face twisted with realization.

"She did it on purpose!"