Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

"Come here, let me introduce you!" A middle-aged man with a beer belly stood up and said to the crowd, "This is Mr. Zhou and Mr. Wang, both of whom contributed to our movie."

The people at the table are all investors, that is, the behind-the-scenes funders who paid for the movie.

However, Wei Fan had already gone bankrupt in his early years, not to mention investing in movies, even if he spent money to buy the marketing account Heijiang Haichao, what he was looking for was also some stalwarts.

Wei Fan's ability to make things big is nothing more than Jiang Haichao's reputation, and Jiang Haichao is used to being heartless, and he doesn't bother to care about those marketing accounts.

But Jiang Haichao still didn't expect that Wei Fan would dare to appear in front of him after doing such bastard things.

Moreover, as a person with no power or power, why did Wei Fan appear on this occasion?

Jiang Haichao glanced at the people present, and when his eyes swept over Wei Fan, there was a moment of coldness.

But he still smiled and took the seat.

He would like to see what kind of medicine these people sell in their gourds.

I saw the middle-aged man with a hypocritical smirk, while greeting the boss beside him, his eyes rolled around Jiang Haichao from time to time.

Jiang Haichao has seen such malicious eyes in the entertainment industry too many times.

Especially in the early years, when he first entered the industry, he had to deal with one or two malicious "bosses" almost every now and then.

Newcomers who have no money and no power but have a stunning appearance are often the targets of these brutal capitalists.

Jiang Haichao just didn't expect that he had worked so hard in this industry for so many years, and once he was down, he would still attract these disgusting things.

The middle-aged man's surname is Li. From the conversations of several people, it can be known that this "Mr. Li" is a man with a family and a family, with both children.

Even so, this President Li still wants to come out to make trouble.

What a scum.

"Mr. Li, why didn't you introduce the person next to you?" Someone saw Wei Fan sitting next to Mr. Li.

Mr. Li patted Wei Fan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "This is a young talent. He opened that studio in Shanghai before!"

Someone couldn't help asking: "Then why haven't I heard of this one?"

A hint of mischief flashed in Wei Fan's eyes, and then he said with a smile: "Because of insufficient funds, we encountered some difficulties..."

"Hey!" Mr. Li waved his hand and said with a smile, "I was tricked by someone, so I went bankrupt."

As he spoke, Mr. Li looked at Jiang Haichao.

Jiang Haichao met his gaze coldly.

It seems that Wei Fan picked up on Mr. Li, and the two are now together.

I just don't know what method Wei Fan used—or, what kind of promise—to connect with Mr. Li.

However, Jiang Haichao looked at Mr. Li's face as a scum in the world, and guessed that the collusion between the two was probably a shady transaction.

"However, Wei Fan is still very capable. Don't underestimate young people. Youth is capital." Mr. Li said, looking at Wei Fan meaningfully, "I still have something to ask him. help."

"Oh? Mr. Li still has time to ask for help?" A group of people booed.

Mr. Li: "That's right. If you die under the peony flower, then everything will be romantic!"

Everyone laughed and joked, as if it was a very common thing for a man with a family and a family to mess around with flowers and grass.

"Hey, which beauty is Mr. Li looking at again?"

"The person next to you a few days ago wasn't pretty enough? Mr. Li, you don't have to worry about being overwhelmed."

Mr. Li: "That's right. The one I fell in love with this time, in the whole circle, no one can compare."

The eyes of the middle-aged man slowly turned to Jiang Haichao.

Because of his obesity, his eyes were covered with fat, and when he looked at Jiang Haichao hotly, he was disgustingly obscene.

Jiang Haichao folded his arms, unexpectedly calm.

It turned out that it was aimed at him.

Wei Fan, a person holding Jiang Haichao's "black material"; Mr. Li, a benefactor who covets Jiang Haichao.

Jiang Haichao understood what the two of them were doing behind the scenes. It was nothing more than Wei Fan instigating Mr. Li to attack Jiang Haichao on the condition that he had the "black material" in his hand.

They expected that Jiang Haichao would be afraid of those so-called "black materials" and submit to Mr. Li.

Jiang Haichao took a sip of water slowly, but his face was still incomprehensibly lazy.

Now that the ghost lurking in the shadows has emerged, there is nothing to fear.

Mr. Li was still staring at Jiang Haichao, the desire and hope in his eyes were so straightforward that it was disgusting.

"Sure enough, it's better to be famous than to meet each other. Today I finally met Jiang Yingdi himself. He looks better than on TV—" Mr. Li said with a smile, "If you want me to say, none of those female stars have you..."

"Enough." Yan An, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke out. His voice was not cold, but it was faintly impatient.

The staff around Yan An got a little panicked, and repeatedly signaled Yan An not to talk nonsense.

Originally, this group of investors had some problems with Yan An from the very beginning: Yan An insisted on using Jiang Haichao, while the investors were unwilling to take the risk and proposed to change roles.

For this matter, the two groups have already argued once.

If it weren't for the strong backing behind Yan An, the management would not have compromised so easily.

This time we managed to sit down together and talk calmly. If we offend someone again, it will be very difficult for the movie to be released—even it may not be released.

Yan An said coldly: "Since we are here to discuss cooperation, there is no need to talk so much nonsense."

What he said was very merciless.For a moment, the faces of the people at the table were a little ugly.

"Director Yan, Director Yan," Mr. Li patted his stomach with a smile, feeling strange, "I don't know, I thought you were the one who paid the money. Are we taking money and being a grandson at the same time?"

The staff hurriedly made a rescue. Although the several leading actors in the crew were also unhappy with Mr. Li, for the sake of the overall situation, they all socialized with smiles.

"Come on, Mr. Li, let me toast you first." The assistant director raised his glass first, trying to resolve the embarrassment, "Thank you for your trust, I believe our movie will definitely make a lot of money."

But the middle-aged man sitting on the seat didn't appreciate it very much.He sneered and said, "It's so boring to drink your wine."

Someone echoed pointingly, "That's right, if you want to drink, it's the wine toasted by our protagonist."

Well, the camera finally turned to Jiang Yingdi.Jiang Haichao sneered in his heart, it was quite interesting to see this group of people going around in such a big circle, trying so hard to pull him into the sea.

Just as Yan An was about to say something, Jiang Haichao gently pressed him down.

"Isn't it just drinking?" Jiang Haichao raised his finger, clasped the wall of the cup, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's raise our glasses and wish the movie a smooth release."

Jiang Haichao didn't toast, but got up and asked everyone present to clink glasses.

He still has a way to deal with such a small situation.

"Come, come, drink, drink!" Suddenly, the box became lively, and no one cared about Mr. Li's ugly face.

"Mr. Jiang, we respect you." The crew clinked glasses with each other, wishing the film a success from the bottom of their hearts.

Yan An's wine glass reached Jiang Haichao's eyes, and he whispered, "Teacher Jiang, I respect you."

The always proud man gently lowered his wine glass and touched Jiang Haichao's.

Jiang Haichao smiled and said, "That's my respect? I don't know, I thought the movie made hundreds of millions."

Not to mention the group of investors with ulterior motives on the table, the subsequent investment promotion and release will inevitably be affected by those negative news.

Whether this movie will be released or not, Jiang Haichao is really not sure.

Yan An: "I believe in you." From the moment Jiang Haichao entered the group, Yan An knew that this movie would be a success.

Because Jiang Haichao is the most suitable "watching the tide".

He really is an artist who doesn't hear anything outside the window... Jiang Haichao thought with a smile, Yan An was born with the innocence and aloofness of an artist, and he probably never thought about what will happen after the film is finished.

"Thanks." Jiang Haichao smiled and raised his head to take a sip of wine.

Jiang Haichao likes to drink cold beer, but he doesn't like this kind of wine at the banquet.

Maybe it's because Jiang Haichao likes the pure taste of wine, and generally the wine on this kind of occasion has all kinds of thoughts, and when he drinks it, the taste changes.

Ingratiation, flattery, politeness, and face all have to be maintained by alcohol.

Jiang Haichao shook the cup, his eyes drooped slightly, the tails of the eyes drooping innocently, looking thoughtful.

Those who didn't know would think that he was thinking about some major life event, but those who knew him would know that this person was just waiting for the food to be served.

Yes, when there were wolves in front and tigers in back, Jiang Haichao's heart only fluctuated for a moment, and then he returned to himself.

Anyway, Wei Fan couldn't fight him on the table—even if he did, Jiang Haichao was confident that he would beat him to death.

As for the extremely wretched Mr. Li, Jiang Haichao has seen a lot of employers with bad intentions. This kind of person is just a child in Jiang Haichao's place.

When the dishes came to the table, everyone at the table had their own thoughts.Only Jiang Haichao, who only cares about the food, has developed the good varieties that are heartless to the extreme.

Until—— Wei Fan got up, and walked to Jiang Haichao with a wine glass in his hand.

"Mr. Jiang, long time no see, let me offer you a toast."

Damn it, the roast goose in my mouth suddenly tastes bad.

Jiang Haichao paused, put away his chopsticks, and didn't even look at the people standing aside.

Wei Fan seemed not to see the refusal in Jiang Haichao's eyes, but was still standing beside him, holding his wine glass.

"It seems that Mr. Jiang is not willing to give this face." Mr. Li smiled and snorted coldly, "That's right, how can us local tyrants who only know how to spend money get into the eyes of other movie stars?"

The scene once reached a deadlock.

"Since our protagonist refuses to drink," Mr. Li turned his gaze around the table, and finally fixed on the actress of the crew, "Come on, this beauty has a drink."

Mr. Li's goal is not just Jiang Haichao, the beautiful actress on the table is also on the old man's "menu".

The actress was a young girl who had just graduated from university. She had low qualifications and was pretty, so she became Mr. Li's next target.

"I, I'm not very good at drinking." The actress waved her hands helplessly, and the people in the same group were trying to make a noise, but they were scolded by President Li.

"I think you actors are very airy," Mr. Li said with a sullen face, "It depends on your face for those of us who pay the money?"

The actress's eyes were red with fright, she stood up tremblingly, raised her glass, "I didn't mean that, I drink—"

With a ding, the wine glass collided with the table and made a soft sound.

Jiang Haichao shook the cup, and the foot of the cup hit the table repeatedly.

The subtle noise attracted the attention of everyone at the table.

I saw Jiang Haichao stood up with a smile, lightly pressed the actress's shoulder, and asked her to sit down.

"You like drinking so much?" Jiang Haichao chuckled, and the light in Zhang Yang's eyes moved slightly.

He walked slowly behind Mr. Li, raised his hand, and pressed it on the man's shoulder, "Isn't it just drinking, come, I'll drink with you."

Mr. Li consciously earned back some face, and his complexion improved a lot.He sneered and thought: Isn't he just an actor, no matter how big his wrist is, why don't he try to please the rich with a smile?

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Haichao's stunning face, and his heart moved secretly.Can't wait to get someone now.

"It's more or less—" President Li hadn't finished speaking when a wine glass flashed in front of his eyes.

Then, he was forced to look up, and before he could make a sound, his throat was blocked by the sudden pour of wine.

"Ahem!" Boss Li was caught off guard and choked suddenly, his face flushed.

"Mr. Li, this glass of wine is to thank you for your insight and willingness to invest money in our film crew." Jiang Haichao said with a smile, his hand was still holding him down so hard that he couldn't break free.

Jiang Haichao held the person down with one hand and poured another glass of wine with the other.

"This cup, I wish you a harmonious family." Jiang Haichao raised his hand and put the rim of the cup to Mr. Li's mouth. As soon as he exerted force on his wrist, Mr. Li was forced to look up again.

"I heard that you have both sons and daughters, and your family is happy." Jiang Haichao smiled, but his eyes showed an unprecedented coldness, "Then I wish you all the best in your studies and success—it is best to be like you, with noble morals ,a just person."

Those words silenced everyone at the table.

They seem to have just remembered that they still have wives and children at home.

Jiang Haichao poured another glass of wine, "Come on, don't you like to drink, I'll have a good drink with you today."

"You!" Mr. Li was already furious. He struggled, his eyes were red, "What do you mean?! Are you crazy?"

However, Jiang Haichao didn't pay attention to the man's struggle. He pressed the man and forcefully poured the third glass of wine down his throat.

Don't you like to drink?I want you to drink enough!

Boss Li's face and clothes were covered with alcohol, his fat face was flushed red from suffocation, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough!" He coughed violently, obviously being choked up.

Jiang Haichao patted President Li on the back perfunctorily, and said slowly, "Why, do you still drink?"

"Jiang Haichao, don't go too far." Wei Fan at the side obviously didn't expect Jiang Haichao to be so blunt, and his tone was not as easy as before.

"Is this too much?" Jiang Haichao smiled, and gently put the wine glass on the table.

There are even more excessive ones.

Wei Fan saw that Mr. Li was deflated, and his original plan to get Jiang Haichao drunk was completely disrupted, and he became anxious.

"If you offended Mr. Li today, aren't you afraid of the consequences?" Wei Fan pointed to the people in the crew, and said, "And you, aren't you afraid of the film being withdrawn?"

Several actors looked at each other, and finally, the actress said weakly: "The dog is on the power of others."

Wei Fan's expression turned ugly immediately, he gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Haichao.

If it wasn't for this person, if it wasn't for breaking up with him back then, how could he have fallen to this point?

Wei Fan blamed all his bankruptcy on Jiang Haichao, and did not reflect at all that he was willing to degenerate, and his lack of funds led to the lack of funds.

"Jiang Haichao, aren't you very proud and majestic?" Wei Fan narrowed his eyes, "Don't think that you can still be superior for a long time, I know all your shit, sooner or later you will—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Haichao kicked him on the stool.

Then, Wei Fan rolled to the ground with a bang in a twisted posture.

Jiang Haichao stepped on Wei Fan and squatted down silently.

He looked at Wei Fan, word by word, "Did I tell you, I hate being threatened the most."

From the very beginning, Wei Fan has been constantly challenging Jiang Haichao's bottom line: stalking him secretly, spying on his private life, following Jiang Haichao like a shadow lurking in the dark.

This was the most disgusting thing Jiang Haichao hated.

"So what if you hate it?" Wei Fan spared no effort to irritate Jiang Haichao, "Now, you dare to touch me? I'll let you—"

Before he could say "Blood and ruin", Wei Fan was almost knocked unconscious by Jiang Haichao's fist.

When Jiang Haichao punched down, blood came out from the corner of Wei Fan's mouth.

When everyone saw this, they finally recovered from the shock, and stepped forward to fight—mainly to stop Jiang Haichao, lest he beat someone seriously injured and hospitalized.

"Jiang Haichao, you are finished!" Wei Fan was extremely embarrassed, with a bruised nose and swollen face, but he still bit Jiang Haichao like a mad dog and refused to let him go, "You are finished!"

Boom!It was another hard punch—this time it was not Jiang Haichao, but Yan An who had been keeping a cold face.

"Say one more thing, try." Yan An said coldly, "I mind paying for your medical expenses."

Mr. Li was so angry that he slapped the table: "You are all crazy! Yan An, is this how you treat investors?! Do you still want to hang out in the circle in the future?!"

Yan An sneered: "Whatever." The assistant director on the side anxiously wanted to stop him, but Yan An pushed him away. He had already had enough of this group of people, "Since everyone is so unwilling to cooperate, I don't have the time either." Talk to you."

In short, if you love to invest, you will invest, and if you don’t invest, you will fail.

"Okay, you are doing very well!" A group of investors all had very ugly faces, "Let's go."

A dinner ended with Mr. Li being drunk and Wei Fan being severely beaten.

Jiang Haichao watched a group of people leaving in a state of frustration, and while turning his wrist, he said to Yan An, "Don't worry, I will find a way."

He was the one who beat people up, and he was the one who drank the wine, so he would naturally bear it all.

Yan An: "No, these are things I should figure out, you just need to complete your performance."

Jiang Haichao looked at the crew, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, I may have to hurt everyone."

The actress shook her head and said, "Mr. Jiang, it was they who were unreasonable first, not your fault."

Several actors also followed suit.

"That's right, they are all men with families and houses, and they are still playing around with their own thoughts outside. Such people have too bad character."

"Just thinking about that President Li's eyes makes me sick to my stomach."

"That's right, it's too obscene."

A group of people's style of painting gradually went astray, and they began to complain about the few bosses who had malicious intentions just now.

Jiang Haichao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.He waved at Yan An, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

However, as soon as he opened the door of the box, he heard what seemed to be the voice of the little assistant outside.

Jiang Haichao walked quickly through the corridor and came to the corner of the stairwell.

The little assistant's eyes were already red, and he was cursing and beating people at the same time—well, Wei Fan was being pinned to the ground by him, and his face was full of colors at the moment.

"Kill you, kill you, tell you to bully our Brother Hai!"

Every time the little assistant beat someone, it seemed like he was on the hook, punching to the flesh, and he had to shout slogans while beating.

"Kill you... woo woo woo"—well, she was still crying, as if he was the one who was pushed to the ground and beaten violently.

Jiang Haichao watched the play with his arms folded for a while, and then slowly said: "Okay, stop."

When the little assistant turned around and saw her boss, she cried even harder.

"Brother Hai!" The little assistant burst into tears, "Brother Hai! Are you injured?"

"Stop." Jiang Haichao felt that sooner or later he would be deaf from being yelled at by stuff.

Jiang Haichao glanced at the people on the ground, "Call him an ambulance."

"But..." the little assistant clenched his fist unwillingly, "This person is really hateful!"

If today's situation were changed to other people, it would very likely become a drama of "surrendering to the hands of capitalists and being unspoken for the sake of fame and the interests of the crew".

Wei Fan has done all the dirty things, but still insists on asking Jiang Haichao to pay the price.

Assistant: "I just heard that he is contacting the reporter, saying that he wants to expose your beating."

"Okay," Jiang Haichao smiled, "whatever you want."

Jiang Haichao walked up to Wei Fan slowly. He was condescending, looking at him like garbage, "Say, you will ruin my reputation."

"You think that I, Jiang Haichao, have only so much ability, don't you?" Jiang Haichao said, "If you are hit once, you will be devastated, and you will fall into the abyss?"

Wei Fan moved his lips, although he was speechless, the anger and hatred in his eyes almost overflowed.

"That's what trash would do." Jiang Haichao glanced at him, and said disdainfully, "I haven't seen such a big storm, but you are nothing."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Haichao didn't forget to ask his little assistant to call an ambulance, "By the way, give him a brain surgery." Jiang Haichao sneered and left.

***

In the evening, Jiang Haichao did not return to the set.

He found a comfortable hotel, took a comfortable bath, and...

Sitting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the lights outside the window, I was in a daze.

The phone rang many times, but Jiang Haichao didn't seem to notice it, and he was still looking at the night scene outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Haichao sighed slightly.

He picked up his phone and looked at the missed call.

Brokers and small assistants account for the majority.

However, Jiang Haichao's group of ex-boyfriends seemed to have heard something, Sui Yuncheng, Xu Mobai, Xiang Siming...

Jiang Haichao looked at the string of names with a headache, and blinked helplessly.

"I've already said that I won't turn my head back, one by one, it's really..." Jiang Haichao shook his head.

Of course he didn't understand his fatal attraction to this group of people.

Jiang Haichao only felt that they were noisy.

On the screen, a push news pops up.

"A well-known actor beat someone in public... It is reported that actor Jiang Haichao beat up an investor partner at a dinner..."

Jiang Haichao only glanced at it briefly, and then swiped away the pop-up window.

He doesn't need to guess to know it, the current hot search must be the entry of #江海涛打人#.

Jiang Haichao thought about it, and recently he liked to mention a few hot searches, #江海涵混男#, #江海涛打大名#, #江海涛打人#

He couldn't help laughing, this buff stacked really hard.

Jiang Haichao thought, even if the next one is #江海潮前夫#, the people will not be surprised.

Wang Lin's call came in again, Jiang Haichao paused, but still picked up.

He didn't want to be in the "You Love Communication Group" in a blink of an eye, and see the little assistant crying looking for those guys, saying nonsense that his boss was missing, didn't think about food, and didn't eat or drink.

"I'm fine," Jiang Haichao said, "I'm not hungry either, I just ordered the hotel's top set meal—"

"Great!" Wang Lin suddenly said, almost ecstatic.

Although Jiang Haichao's mood was not affected much, he was still hurt when he heard Wang Lin's bewildered and cheerful tone.

What the hell?Didn't he come to comfort him?

Wang Lin coughed and suppressed her overly cheerful tone, "You, didn't you watch the trending searches?"

Um?Jiang Haichao was puzzled and opened Weibo.

"Look, isn't it the hot search for me to hit people? Why are you happy—" Jiang Haichao hadn't spoken yet, and then he saw a series of entries below.

It's like parallel sentences, one after another, quite neat.

#Sui Yuncheng beat people#

#Xiang Siming beat someone#

#Xu Mobai Beats People#

Jiang Haichao: "..."

He hung up Wang Lin's phone and clicked into that disturbing group.

【Sui Yuncheng】I've already caught him

Then there is a precise positioning.

【Xiang Siming】I'll be there soon

【Xu Mobai】I'm nearby

...

Jiang Haichao: "..."

Everyone, have you taken the wrong medicine?

Before he could react, the assistant's message popped up again.

"Mr. Huo is so rich..."

"One billion wow..."

Jiang Haichao blankly opened Huo Yan's WeChat, and saw the message Huo Yan sent a few hours ago.

[Huo Yan] The preliminary investment contract has already been signed.

[Huo Yan] Don't worry, the movie will definitely be released.

[Huo Yan] Where are you?

The corner of Jiang Haichao's mouth froze, seeing Huo Yan's last message from half an hour ago.

[Huo Yan] Baby, don't be afraid.I'll go find you now, okay?

Jiang Haichao looked at the door of the hotel with feeling.

He walked to the door and glanced at the corridor outside through the peephole.

The man was still dressed in black, with his hat pressed down so low that he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.Under the brim of the hat is the man's tall nose and sharp profile.

Huo Yan just stood quietly in the corner, arms crossed, as if waiting for Jiang Haichao to open the door.

It was like, just standing at the door and guarding him.

The man refrained from knocking on the door, but still guarded the door persistently.

Jiang Haichao looked at Huo Yan and suddenly felt that Huo Yan looked like a dog.

A obedient little wolf dog with its paws put away.

He also felt that Huo Yan was still like that little pig.

Quiet and obedient.

The author has something to say: Guess what the next hot search is~