From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 54 Party
When night was about to fall, Wu Changyun was invited to the party, climbed a few steps, and saw a girl in a swimsuit lying on a chair through a gap in the green vegetation.

"It's starting to get cold."

Yuan Aijia was wearing a sweatshirt she had just bought, and the slightest bit of cold wind blew into her skin through the sleeves, holding Wu Changyun's arm tightly and not letting go.

"Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find a place."

Mark Hamill pointed to the location of the swimming pool and quietly said to Wu Changyun: "You are so lucky. It seems that a very famous female model came today."

Looking in the direction of Mark Hamill's finger, there was a photographer taking pictures of a model. The female model lifted her hair, her green eyes, and the curve of her waist connecting her thighs, which seemed to carry the wildness of a feline.

"Let's go."

Walking next to Mark Hamill, they stared at the three of them as they walked and were proud to say hello to Mark Hamill.

Wu Changyun found a nearby place to rest and admired the scenery in front of him. Waiters are usually not seen in this kind of party.

Mark Hamill brought a box of cocktails to the side and warned: "The only thing you need to pay attention to here is, don't overdrink, otherwise you will regret it when you wake up the next day."

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the swimming pool and splashed water all over Changyun Wu.

"Come!" Mark Hamill waved, and girls kept leaning into the pool as if they knew it. After a while, this guy was surrounded by hugs from left to right.

"Have fun with yourself."

Faced with Mark Hamill's warm greeting, Wu Changyun waved his hands. Although it was the first time he came to such an occasion, Wu Changyun's mind was still very clear.

People who come to this kind of place either have a curiosity-seeking mentality and want to have some fun with celebrities, or rely on the resources of this kind of occasion to operate themselves and want to obtain corresponding benefits, and girls in the service industry are not excluded.

But no matter what, Wu Changyun doesn't need to pay for his actions, the choice is his.

Just as Wu Changyun closed his eyes, he heard the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong." When he opened his eyes, it was the female model who was taking pictures just now. She picked up the wine in the box and opened a bottle. Her hair was put aside, her sexy lips pressed against the edge of the bottle.

Wu Changyun looked at her and then lay back indifferently. Obviously there were many vacant seats beside the swimming pool, but the other party chose this place.

"My name is Davinie."

Hearing the sound, Wu Changyun opened his eyes again.

"You're Asian, I assume you're from Korea?"

Wu Changyun pointed to the giant Bruce Lee sign outside the wall.

"My God, you are Chinese? Sorry, I thought"

"It's ok."

Wu Changyun pointed to the box at her feet with a mysterious smile from the East.Then when the other party bent down to reach for the wine bottle, Wu Changyun initially estimated that it should be D, which was about the same bust size as Takigawa Yumi.

"Barely passed." Wu Changyun said, but the other party couldn't understand anyway.

When Wu Changyun was drinking, his eyes swept over a few girls who were about to move. They were about to walk towards Wu Changyun, but when they saw Davini next to Wu Changyun, they left wisely.

The two looked at each other while drinking, and there seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding. The weather became colder and colder as the night fell, and the chef by the pool began to prepare the ingredients on the grill.

With the green smoke accompanied by the sound of "creaking" barbecue, Wu Changyun caught sight of foodie Yuan Aijia in the crowd at a glance. This guy was standing next to the grill master with his little butt pouted and waiting, swallowing his saliva uncontrollably.

"I'll go back and get a coat." Davinie said with a smile.

Wu Changyun also got up with her, and the two came to Davini's room on the second floor of the hotel. Various cosmetics and clothes changed for taking pictures were scattered on the bed.

As soon as Davini picked up a coat, Wu Changyun hugged her from behind. As Davini turned around, Wu Changyun's hand slid from her abdomen to her back. The body that looked very linear felt extremely soft to the touch. .

Davini stepped on Wu Changyun's waist with one foot, and the two of them leaned on the table and enjoyed it.

Early the next morning, Wu Changyun woke up at the sound of Mark Hamill's knock on the door. The other party looked inside, but Wu Changyun blocked him to death.

"How? Did you tip? You lucky guy."

"No!"

Wu Changyun roared lowly, mainly to protest against Mark Hamill's behavior, and then he drove him out and closed the door.

Apparently Davini, who came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, also heard the conversation just now, but the other party didn't care.

"I like you, Chinese men are very considerate of their other half." Davini kissed Wu Changyun's lips again while speaking.

It was not until noon that Wu Changyun came out of the room. He knocked on Yuan Aijia's room for a long time before someone opened the door. The person who opened the door was not Yuan Aijia, but a nice-looking woman.

The woman walked straight out of Yuan Aijia's room wrapped in a bath towel, and seeing Yuan Aijia's head bristling, she rubbed her eyes in a loose pajamas and said, "What are you doing? I'm not in a hurry."

"I received Stallone's contract, and now we are going back to Hong Kong."

"Ah, so fast?"

"Do you think you are the only one who has acquaintances in the United States?"

"Cut~"

After Wu Changyun and Yuan Aijia left, Ann Margaret's agent contacted Wu Changyun again. This time, she changed her previous tone and praised Wu Changyun's works.

Reluctantly, Wu Changyun rushed from the airport to Ann-Margaret's company. After some negotiations, the contract was finalized and he planned to fly from the United States to Canada just like Stallone.

With limited time, Wu Changyun contacted a Canadian rental equipment company and hired an executive choreographer locally to help him form a team.

Du Qifeng also received an invitation from Wu Changyun. Wu Changyun also hired the best props team in Hong Kong at a high price. The day before he planned to go to Canada, he was blocked by Chang Sihu.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother, you are really like this, I admire you so much." Chang Sihu said repeatedly with a thumbs up.

The door of the villa was filled with various large and small packages of gifts. This time Chang Sihu came to visit and carried 20 Hong Kong dollars in cash.

"Speaking of business, I'm busy."

"It's business, don't worry, it's business. Ever since we changed from a store to a small car, Boss Wang has closed down within a few days, and even the owners of the other three stores have closed down. Now all the stores have put up transfer notices."

This was expected by Wu Changyun. He always felt that Boss Wang didn't have that much capital to fight a price war with him. After all, he had a dozen or so stores, and the three stores in one store were not his opponents.

Now that the big capital has retreated, a small individual like Boss Wang can only end up in embarrassment in the wave of failure.

It was in response to Wu Changyun's previous reminder that if the coffin was not folded inside, it would be considered light.

It is not difficult to predict that Wu Changyun's current business model will not last long. The longest-lasting business in catering is to build a brand.

Wu Changyun sighed, glanced at the size of Chang Sihu's suitcase, and said to him earnestly: "You go back and invest more in yourself, and go abroad to learn other people's craftsmanship, and spend more money on it."

"Oh, then this." Chang Sihu nodded dully.

"If you invest money in yourself, you will become more and more valuable. You feel insecure now because you will achieve nothing after you leave me."

Wu Changyun dragged Chang Sihu to the garage, opened the door and entered the car on his own.

"You were also a man of means before. Make a recipe for the best fried chicken in the United States. Go."

"okay."

Wu Changyun drove away. Chang Sihu stopped and thought carefully about Wu Changyun's words. Indeed, he had changed a lot during this time.

(End of this chapter)