The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Asking for help is never easy, but fortunately Wen Qiu has long been accustomed to setbacks and suppression, and he has never felt that anything is easy. Since the film is to be shot in Yan City, some unspoken rules of Yan City must be followed. He calmly accepted this difficult situation and made a clear plan and preparation in one night.

He didn't realize that his current style of doing things, from dealing with people to solving problems, was very similar to that person. Even every time he encountered a problem, he would unconsciously refer to a shadow in his mind and think about what that person would do.

All this happened imperceptibly, until now he is able to stand on his own and become a person that others can trust and rely on.

There were dinner parties one after another these days, but things were not going smoothly. Those big shots were all very secretive, as if he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended. Some of them also hinted that they could introduce him to the one who could really settle the matter, but they might have to pay a "price". Wen Qiu asked if he had to pay to get in, and the man looked at him with a lecherous look, saying meaningfully that Boss Wen had a lot of capital, not just money.

As expected, it was another of those vile things. Wen Qiu sneered in his heart and wanted to throw the casserole on the table on his pig's brain, but he politely refused on the surface.

The fire protection problem has been dragging on and difficult to solve, and the film has been delayed in starting. Wen Qiu thought that if Yan City didn't work, moving to the neighboring Jianghe City would be the same. He didn't believe that the man was really so well-connected that he could chase him down across the country.

He was not in a hurry, but his subordinates gradually became a little anxious. Director Gong Changyang was impatient and could not sit still. He soon offered to treat him to a meal at an elegant private restaurant.

When he arrived at the place, Wen Qiu thought the environment was very good, with beautiful scenery everywhere. The first floor was decorated with pavilions and waterside pavilions, and the second floor was a series of independent private rooms. He followed the address given by Gong Changyang and found Room 207. He knocked on the door and soon heard a man's deep voice: "Come in."

Wen Qiu paused when he pushed the door open. He saw a few well-dressed old men sitting behind a large, gorgeous round table. They were drinking and chatting, laughing and flattering each other. Their OMEGA mistresses stood by and served tea and water. The scene was orderly and full of daddy atmosphere.

Seeing the door open, the group of old men looked over together. Many of their eyes lit up immediately, exuding disgusting interest.

"I'm sorry," Wen Qiu took a step back and looked at the house number. It was obviously correct, but he still said, "I went to the wrong room."

"Don't go, Wen Qiu," the one sitting between the old men called out to him, "Why didn't you say hello when you came?"

The man had white hair, deep eyes, a solemn face, and a rare appearance. It was indeed true. He was once the richest man in Yan City. Although he was surpassed by the An family in the past two years, he still had a deep foundation. Every word he said would shake the ground.

Xie Guangming, his mother's second husband, his former stepfather, was also the disgusting old pervert who gave him a skirt and stockings on his birthday, and the culprit who forced him to run away from home.

And now, he was probably the mastermind who was trying to trip him up.

Sitting next to him were Yan City’s old leaders and powerful figures, and Wen Qiu even spotted senior officials from the Radio, Film and Television Bureau—in other words, if he wanted to make the movie, he would have to be careful to pay tribute to this group of people in the future.

So he resisted the urge to slam the door and leave, and instead greeted him indifferently, "Hello, Uncle Xie."

"Our Xiaoqiu has grown up, but I have grown old." Xie Guangming said with emotion, "You didn't recognize me the first time we met, right? No wonder I'm leaving."

"Oh, he is that kid from back then. I remember he came in with Guan Qingcai. I said at that time that he would definitely be prettier than his mother when he grows up. Sure enough, wow..."

"When has Old Li's vision ever been wrong?" Xie Guangming smiled calmly and waved to Wen Qiu, "Come here, let me introduce you. This is your Uncle Li, who used to be the deputy director of the Education Bureau of our Yan City. If your children want to go to school in the future, you can look for your Uncle Li..."

"No, no, he's retired now, so his words are useless..." The man surnamed Li laughed, "He just has some face in the bureau, and he occasionally looks after the younger generation - but Xiao Wen, you have a child at such a young age?"

Wen Qiu walked over, secretly clenching his fists. Damn Xie Guangming, he even knew that he had a child. He must have come prepared!

He kept smiling, and before they could pour him a glass of wine, he took the initiative to say, "Yes, if my child is not a good person in the future, he will have to rely on Uncle Li to take care of him. Come, Uncle Li, let me toast you first."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to pick up an empty wine cup and filled it up, toasting the man surnamed Li, and then, regardless of whether he wanted to drink or not, he drank it all in one gulp.

"Good!" Someone cheered for him immediately.

Xie Guangming smiled with his eyes narrowed, and introduced him to the group of powerful old men one by one. Wen Qiu did not neglect any of them and toasted them one by one. He drank countless cups, but his eyes were still clear and his speech was clear, which made the group of old men blush.

This performance was impeccable. Xie Guangming finally had no reason to keep him. He said with a smile, "Okay, I know you have something else to do. Go and do it first. If you are very drunk, I will ask the driver to take you back later."

"Thank you, Uncle Xie." Wen Qiu walked out with a smile. As soon as he closed the door, his face darkened and he cursed silently, "Fuck Xie Guangming..."

He stood by the railing next to the water and called Gong Changyang. Gong Changyang quickly popped his head out of the next room and explained with sweat on his forehead, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I sent the wrong address!"

Wen Qiu held his forehead, the veins on his forehead throbbing. "The dishes are almost ready, why don't you come in now..."

"No, I have no appetite." Wen Qiu didn't believe that all this was a coincidence, so he didn't look at him well. "Did you drive here? Take me home. I've been drinking."

"I don't have a car," Gong Changyang rubbed his chubby hands, looked at him dejectedly, and lowered his head, "I haven't taken a driving test either..."

"Forget it." Wen Qiu sent a text message to the driver at home, asking him to take a taxi to pick him up, and then pulled Gong Changyang into the house, preparing to eat a few bites. He came here on an empty stomach, and now there was only wine in his stomach. It would be fine if he got drunk, but it would be bad if he got a stomachache again. He would be nagged to death by Xiao Zhiliao when he returned home.

Gong Changyang smiled and tried to strike up a conversation with him, chatting about the crew, but Wen Qiu was dizzy and angry, and had no mood to pay attention to him. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and said bluntly: "Next time I'll treat you, I'll choose the place, this place is too unlucky."

"Oh, okay. I'll follow your instructions..."

Just then, the driver texted to say he was almost there, so Wen Qiu went out. The alcohol gradually took over, and he was a little shaky when he went down the stairs. Before he could find where the driver was, a Bentley suddenly drove by, and the door opened in front of him. Xie Guangming was sitting in the back seat. "What a coincidence, isn't this? I'll give you a ride."

Wen Qiu couldn't help but frowned and said, "Thank you, it's really not necessary."

"Why are you being polite to your Uncle Xie?" Xie Guangming's wrinkled face was transformed into a smile. "We still have the next round. Let's go to Penglai Pavilion for massage and relaxation. The old leader of the Municipal Bureau is also here. I heard that you wanted to ask someone to do something for you recently. Be smart later. If they are happy, they can get your job done in a few words."

Wen Qiu nodded in agreement, but in his heart he had already kicked Xie Guangming's head away like a ball.

When he was filming "Seven Tours of the Human World" before, it was the same process, with countless applications, reviews and inspections, but he never seemed to find it difficult at that time, and there was no resistance in doing anything - I guess that was because Pei Du had secretly paved the way for him a long time ago.

Now he is just a returned investor with a few dirty money in his pocket. He has done many things by himself, but he found that it is difficult to move forward without connections. Xie Guangming took advantage of his weakness and wanted to see him swallow his anger and fawn on others.

It seems that the few glasses of wine he drank just now gave him face. Xie Guangming probably didn't know that if he was really pushed into a corner, he would flip the table. At worst, he would stop filming the movie, and when Wen Jierui died, he would be given a grand funeral with gongs and drums, and he would just go back to England.

Just as he was about to make some sarcastic remarks, he suddenly saw Xie Guangming's expression change slightly, and his confident smile turned into a deep alert. Wen Qiu subconsciously followed his gaze and looked back, and saw an unexpected person.

Pei Du parked his car in a very elegant manner, blocking Xie Guangming's way. He got out of the car slowly, as if he was about to rob someone.

"Isn't this Mr. Pei?" Xie Guangming smiled and stuck his head out of the car window. "Long time no see. Why are you staying in Yan City recently?"

"My wife and children are here. I have to come and visit them." Pei Du walked naturally behind Wen Qiu. He was tall, and when he stood there, he was the epitome of the word "backer".

Wife and children... Wen Qiu was really shocked by his shamelessness, but he did not refute in front of Xie Guangming - Xie Guangming was obviously afraid of Pei Du, and his face turned black when he saw him. He would be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity.

"If Mr. Xie has nothing else to do, I will take my family away first?"

"Unlike young people, an old man like me certainly doesn't have anything to do," Xie Guangming shrunk his head into the car window and leaned against the back of the chair. If he had a big beard, he would definitely stroke it at this moment to take advantage of his age. "But Xiaoqiu, to be honest, you are becoming more and more like your mother."

After saying this, he rolled up the car window, instructed the driver to make a sharp turn, and drove away forcefully.

Wen Qiu stood there stiffly. That old beast Xie Guangming said that he looked like Guan Qingcai... This sentence was not very lethal, but it was extremely insulting, and it really hit the most intolerable point in his heart.

"Qiuqiu?" Pei Du called him.

Wen Qiu didn't want to listen to him at all and pushed him away. As a result, ALPHA didn't move at all, but he himself shook greatly.

Pei Du held his shoulders, frowning, "How much did you drink? Why did you drink so much?"

"Because I'm Guan Qingcai's son," Wen Qiu muttered with a gloomy face, "My mom was born as a hostess, so I have the gene for prostitution in my bones. What's wrong with accompanying an old man for a few rounds of drinks..."

His voice gradually faded away, because he noticed Pei Du's eyes, which contained gentle pity and cold anger, a black vortex of countless complex emotions. His tongue tip unconsciously licked the roof of his mouth, and he felt his throat tighten and thirsty.

(End of this chapter)