"Mr. Nan, what a coincidence!"
Nan Wan heard the voice and knew it was Xu Qing without turning around: "What a coincidence, Mr. Xu doesn't have to go on a blind date today?"
"Where can I go on a blind date every day? If I go on a blind date every day, there won't be enough men in Beijing and Hong Kong for me."
The three of them went in together.
Nan Wan looked at Lu Jing'an's back as he walked.
I still wonder about that scene in Puyun Mountain.
"What do you want to ask, Mr. Nan?" Xu Qing saw through the scrutiny in her eyes and leaned over to chat with her in a low voice.
“There are so many questions to ask.”
"What can I ask, what can Mr. Xu answer?"
"certainly!"
"Anything is okay?"
"What kind of friendship do we have? It's like having a blind date on the same table!"
"The top of Puyun Mountain belongs to Mr. Lu?"
Xu Qing was shocked and thought to herself, luckily she had saved a trick, otherwise Nan Wan would have tricked her into it.
"Of course not!" What does the top of Puyun Mountain mean? The entire Puyun Mountain belongs to him, okay?
"No? Mr. Lu holds the most powerful cash flow in Beijing and Hong Kong. How many people in the financial world are eyeing this piece of fat? Who else is more powerful than him?
"That's a lot. If Boss Lu was really powerful, he wouldn't come to such an occasion."
The two entered the venue chatting.
Nan Wan took the initiative to sit next to Lu Jing'an, scrolling around boredly with her cell phone, flashing several photos of the crew, and Lu Jing'an glanced at them out of the corner of his eye.
"I heard that Mr. Nan is short of money recently and has rented out all the company buildings to film and television companies?"
"Yes, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure is not as big as Mr. Lu's family's great undertaking."
As Nan Wan spoke, her phone was placed on the table. On it was a photo of Huanong, a still that had not been revealed yet. It was obviously taken by people in their company while they were eating melon. In the photo, Huanong Noodles Facing the camera, there was a man standing in front of him. The two of them were acting intimately, as if they were filming a kiss scene.
When Xu Qing, who was passing by, saw this scene, she was shocked. Good guy, Huanong is going to be cold.
"Mr. Nan, you have all the unofficial photos of the crew. You are not afraid of being sued for leaking business secrets."
"What secret?" Nan Wan still pretended not to understand.
Xu Qing looked at the photos on her phone, and Nan Wan suddenly realized: "This!"
"I'm not sure," she said, clicking on the photo, and the WeChat group chat records were revealed.
Taken by someone else in the group chat.
Xu Qing looked at it and clicked her tongue, realizing that she sincerely wanted to show Lu Jingan and make him unhappy.
When Xu Qing sat down, she took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Huanong: "The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of candles."
Huanong was filming a movie there and didn't reply to her at all.
This symposium lasted for two and a half hours. During the whole process, Xu Qing could not see any unnecessary emotions on the face of this business overlord, but everyone around him knew that the low pressure lingering on him had never dissipated.
When you reach a certain height, the whole world will be polite to you. Lu Jing'an's standing here at this time is a gift to some people, and his secretive emotions will naturally become the object of tolerance by everyone. .
People who are not familiar with him will think that this is just his normal emotion.
The banquet ended and everyone left with pleasantries.
Several elders and others escorted Lu Jing'an to the door, and businessmen in suits and leather shoes walked him to the door with stars in their hands.
I thought tonight's symposium would be a pleasant exchange between Beijing and Hong Kong's business overlords,
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out of the gate and blocked his way.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Jiang would like to invite you to meet."
Hengqing stood in front of him respectfully, and Lu Jingan looked down at him, as if he was examining the criminal.
Xu Wei came over and pushed him away: "Mr. Heng, you need to know your identity."
"Do you think it's appropriate to say something like this on this occasion?"
Before Hengqing could speak, Xu Wei was pushed away by the person brought by the old man.
After staggering a few times, Lu Jingan reached out to catch him.
Under the moonlight, Nan Wan could vaguely see the silver ring on his ring finger shining. For just a blink of an eye, Nan Wan almost thought she had seen it wrong.
Lu Jing'an glanced at the people the old man brought with his sinister eyes, helped Xu Wei stand up, and gave him four words: "You're welcome."
Xu Wei said something into the headset, and several men in black got out one after another from the black Mercedes-Benz that was listening on the side. They pressed Mr. Jiang's man into the corner and beat him up.
"I have a message for Mr. Jiang. He is not the one who holds up the sky in Beijing and Hong Kong. There should be rules for living under someone else's roof."
Xu Wei glanced at Hengqing: "Mr. Heng, you are old. Just because we can let you go today doesn't mean we can tomorrow."
After saying that, a group of people left, got in the car and left. Two black Mercedes-Benzes drove away with a Bentley in the middle.
The polished car gleamed in the moonlight.
"Old sir," Hengqing returned to the car and shouted when he saw the old man's face was green and black.
He really didn't expect that in front of this group of business people from Beijing and Hong Kong, he wouldn't even pretend to be pretentious, and would just do it without mercy.
Simply and without any thought.
The group of people watching on the side seemed to acquiesce in the situation of them being beaten. Not to mention speaking, no one even raised a finger to call the police.
"What did he just tell you?"
"He said..." Hengqing hesitated, not daring to speak.
"Tell me," the old man said impatiently.
"He said that the sky in Beijing and Hong Kong is not held up by you. If we are asked to live under someone else's roof, we must understand the rules of living under someone else's roof."
Bang——————The old man slapped his hand on the car door: “You traitor.”
...........
"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" When Huanong came home, he saw Lu Jing'an sitting on the sofa, his face blue and black. In the room, Quinlan and several servants stood with their heads lowered and respectfully.
Don't dare to say anything.
It's like standing in a penalty stand.
Huanong walked over and touched Lu Jingan's forehead: "Are you sick?"
"No, what's wrong with you?"
Ding dong——Huanong WeChat rang.
Thinking it was a message from the crew, I picked it up and glanced at it. The second message came in three hours later.
"Nan Wan showed the photos of your kissing scene to Boss Lu, please be careful."
this one?
Just because of this?
Is it because of this that he looks as gloomy as if his wife is dead? What is this for?
"There is no kissing scene in my movie. Don't just believe whatever others show you. If you have any questions, just ask me."
Huanong said, taking out the script from his bag and handing it to him.
"See for yourself. I'm going to take a shower first. I'm covered in sweat. I feel so uncomfortable."
Huanong had just entered the bathroom, took off his shirt, and was about to untie his underwear when the bathroom door was pushed open.
Huanong: ....."Boss Lu, I want to take a shower."
"You wash yours."
"You're not going out?"
"I can't watch?"
Huanong endured it, pulled the towel aside and wrapped it around him: "I've explained it, but you're still not satisfied?"
"Not satisfied."
"Why are you dissatisfied? Where are you dissatisfied?"
"Your explanation is too official."
