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The gala, amidst its enthusiastic yet subtly turbulent atmosphere, gradually drew to a close.

Although Lin Da did not win any awards, his performance tonight was more eye-catching than many of the award winners. He successfully resolved a crisis with his strength and wisdom and earned more recognition and respect.

Just as the gala was about to end and everyone was preparing to leave, a middle-aged man in a black suit with gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like an assistant to some important figure, quickly walked up to Lin Da and said respectfully:

”Hello, Mr. Lin. I am Qin Mu Feng, Old Qin’s assistant. Old Qin asked me to tell you that he is hosting a dinner at his home tomorrow night and specifically invites you to come for a few drinks, and by the way... to discuss some matters regarding acting.”

Old Qin actually personally invited him to dinner!

An indescribable excitement and... a hint of even greater anticipation surged in Lin Da’s heart.

He knew that this trip to Shanghai was more than just a simple awards ceremony for him.

A new journey, full of opportunities and challenges, had just begun!

And he was already prepared to welcome the even more magnificent future that was about to arrive!

The lingering warmth of the Penguin Video Annual Gala had not completely dissipated, but Lin Da’s heart had already flown to another, more important ”feast”—Qin Mu Feng, Old Qin’s family dinner.

This was not merely a simple visit, but more like a junior’s ”seeking guidance” from a senior. To receive personal instruction from this titan of the Chinese film industry was an opportunity many young actors dreamed of.

Lin Da knew that Old Qin’s status and influence in the industry far surpassed that of Li Shengshi, Su Wanqing, and others. Every word he spoke, every evaluation he made, could have a profound impact on his acting career.

Therefore, before attending the dinner, Lin Da deliberately secluded himself in his hotel room, meditating and adjusting his state. He did not deliberately prepare any flowery prose or clever remarks, but rather silently reviewed his two lifetimes of acting experience and his understanding of art in his mind.

He knew that in front of a wise man like Old Qin, any pretense or trickery would appear pale and powerless. Only sincerity, only reverence for art, could truly move him.

In the evening, Old Qin’s assistant arrived punctually at the hotel downstairs in a car.

It was an inconspicuous black Hongqi sedan, low-key and steady, just like the impression Old Qin himself gave.

Lin Da changed into a simple and elegant Zhongshan suit, which he had specially prepared for this visit. He didn’t want to appear too ostentatious, nor did he want to lose respect for his senior.

The car weaved through the bustling streets of Shanghai and finally drove into a quiet alley. At the end of the alley was an ancient courtyard house. Green bricks and gray tiles, a vermilion gate, and two majestic stone lions in front of the door all revealed the owner’s extraordinary status and profound heritage.

”Mr. Lin, Old Qin is waiting for you in the study,” the assistant respectfully opened the car door for Lin Da and led him into this historical courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, rockeries were verdant, and winding paths led to secluded spots. Several winter sweet blossoms proudly bloomed in the cold wind, emitting a faint fragrance. The air was filled with a calming scent of ink and tea.

Lin Da’s heart also couldn’t help but settle down.

Inside the study, the lighting was soft. Old Qin was sitting behind an antique desk, engrossed in a thread-bound ancient book. He was wearing a loose cotton Tang suit, his hair meticulously combed, and a kind smile on his face, like an old man next door.

”Old Qin, your junior, Lin Da, greets you,” Lin Da stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

”Heh heh, Little Lin is here, quickly, sit down, sit down,” Old Qin put down the book in his hand and pointed to an armchair opposite the desk, his tone gentle, without any pretense.

Lin Da sat down as instructed, but he dared not show the slightest slackness in his heart.

”That kid Shengshi told me that you’ve been quite the talk of the town recently on the set of the chronicles of the great ming dynasty,” Old Qin said with a chuckle, a hint of imperceptible scrutiny in his eyes. ”That old fellow Zheng Guofeng rarely praises a young person like that.”