Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 321 The Humble Buddha Seeker Supervisor, Ratings
Fifteen bullets were fired in one go.

The onlookers behind them were full of surprise.

It's too fast.

The bullet landed perfectly, but Tang Wen lowered his pistol two seconds before Olivia.

In other words, if both sides fired at the same time, Olivia would be the first to die.

"quick!"

“So fast!”

"This pretty boy is too fast."

Tang Wen turned around and glared at the group of American men: This didn't sound like anything good.

The staff were already used to the scene of shooting competitions.

After removing the target paper and looking at it for a while, he announced, "A tie!"

"Oh~"

A group of people gathered around.

The bullseye in the core area of ​​the target paper was almost completely destroyed.

It is indeed difficult to tell who has more rings.

After changing the magazine, the second round begins.

"draw!"

"Looks like it'll be a draw."

"It's a tie, so does that mean Olivia doesn't have to go out for a drink with this jerk?"

Eh?
Tang Wen's heart skipped a beat: This won't do.

Olivia: How about I go easy on them and treat it as a mistake?

But wouldn't that be too obvious?

She glanced back at the men who had gathered around her, and secretly pursed her lips.

It was indeed a bit embarrassing for an FBI supervisor to lose in front of so many people...

At this point, the club manager came over and offered some suggestions: "If the third round is also tied, we can switch to rifles or other firearms for a tiebreaker."

Everyone thought it was a good idea.

Olivia nodded slightly: Let's draw first, then go easy on them when we switch guns.

She looked at Tang Wen's profile and a protective instinct welled up inside her.

As law enforcement officers, we should protect the mental health of taxpayers.

In the final round, Tang Wen gestured, "Ladies first."

Olivia raised her gun and fired, maintaining her consistent performance.

After she ran out of bullets, she twirled her pistol, lowered her head slightly, and said, "Looks like it's a draw."

Tang Wen didn't speak, but simply gripped the pistol with both hands.

"Why aren't you using one hand anymore?"

"This kid seems to be getting serious."

"..."

A series of bullets were fired from the barrel.

Olivia was tall and had good eyesight. Before Tang Wen could finish speaking, her mouth was already agape in an "O" shape.

The Americans watching from behind couldn't see clearly, so they all craned their necks.

When the target paper was taken down and brought to them, they all offered their heartfelt praise:
"F**k!"

"Son of b!"

“Hollysh*t”

The manager, even more persuasive, said, "Mr. Tang, this target paper should be given to us! We'll frame it and hang it in the shooting range!"

“I agree,” Olivia said, her eyes sparkling.

It can be confirmed completely that Tang and I met by chance.

They didn't approach me with any ulterior motive.

He just likes playing with guns.

As a veteran FBI agent, Olivia thought to herself with certainty.

The Americans watching from behind were all green with envy, but thankfully these guys still had some shame, and none of them dared to object.

Because the target paper that the staff removed was in the most crucial position—

There was only one slightly larger gun hole!

This means that all fifteen of Tang Wen's bullets hit the same spot!
The landing heights are consistent.

Every shot was a 10-ring.

She is a cut above Olivia, who smashed the bullseye.

If we say she is a top student who always gets 98 points.

Tang Wen is a top student who always gets 100 points, but the total score on the exam limits his potential.

Tang Wen turned around with a smile: "Alright, you guys, take the money! Don't even think about running away."

The group of gun-loving Americans didn't try to cheat; they grumbled as they pulled out their wallets, took out 10 or 20 dollars, and slapped them into Tang Wen's hand.

An elderly man, with the kindest demeanor, said, "Tang, right? Don't drink too much tonight."

He glanced in Olivia's direction and chuckled.

The latter had already put on a coat.

Seeing the wad of banknotes in Tang Wen's hand, he smiled and said, "What a windfall!"

Tang Wen whistled smugly. He wouldn't even bother picking up this little bit of money if it were lying on the ground.

But now it's won back from a bunch of veteran shooters through marksmanship, and I can also take away the most eye-catching girl in the club along the way.

That would be even more precious to him than a kilogram of gold.

He stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, then pulled out his wallet, randomly took out a few large US dollar bills, and stuffed them into the hands of the manager who was taking photos with him, saying, "One is your tip, and the rest are for everyone to have a drink."

"Uh, Tang, you can't drink alcohol here."

Not only is drinking prohibited in gun clubs, but bringing alcohol into them is also prohibited.

Otherwise, if someone gets drunk and has a weapon, what would happen if they started acting crazy?
"Are there any drinks?"

There are vending machines.

Following the manager's finger, Tang Wen saw two flashing machines.

Most of the space inside was filled with red and blue aluminum cans.

"Then let's all have some drinks."

The Americans who had been watching turned around and looked over.

The manager then shouted, "Friends, guys, it's Don, the famous Hollywood director! Buy everyone drinks!"

People from other areas, look over here too.

The few women who had noticed Tang Wen had already done so and cheered him on.

The other men's eyes were filled with indifference.

It's just a drink, who cares about a dollar?

Amidst all sorts of gazes, Tang Wen's playful side emerged. He clapped his hands, further drawing their attention: "I have a question that requires everyone's intuition to answer! It concerns whether the world will be destroyed!"

"Oh--"

Hollywood's exaggerated lines appearing in real life have piqued everyone's curiosity.

Olivia's eyes burned.

Half a minute later, the club fell silent, most people wanting to hear what he had to say.

Tang Wen: "Don't think, answer with your gut feeling, guys!"

"Coca-Cola or Pepsi?" he suddenly quickened his pace.

Pepsi!

"tasty!"

A disagreement arose.

Everyone frowned and looked at the "heretic" next to them.

Tang Wen clapped his hands: "See, that's the problem. The red and blue teams have been decided! I'm sponsoring $1 as prize money. This Saturday afternoon, the Pepsi team and the Coca-Cola team, how about a shooting contest?"

"wow~"

"Son of b!"

"I like this idea."

"This is indeed a matter of the survival of the world."

"He's a director? I definitely have to see his movies!"

The club suddenly became lively.

Since they were all shooting enthusiasts, this suggestion ignited their enthusiasm.

"Then it's settled!"

In full view of everyone, Tang Wen took Olivia's hand.

He knew that the woman wouldn't refuse at this point.

He left one bodyguard behind to negotiate with the club manager, whose eyes were shining with excitement.

Tang Wen left the club with Olivia, watched by everyone.

"Get in my car?"

The evening breeze ruffled Olivia's short blonde hair as she glanced at the two bulletproof vehicles beside her.

The Asian bodyguard in the car was of average appearance and not particularly outstanding in physique.

But each one gave her a very dangerous feeling.

Despite knowing that Tang Wen is a famous director and singer, there is no reason for him to be at odds with him.

But her occupational habits prevented her from completely letting her guard down.

"Okay," Tang Wen replied casually, and gestured to his bodyguards, indicating that one team should go back to rest while the other team could follow.

After one car drove off, Olivia relaxed a little.

Her car was a Hummer.

The difference is that it is taller and wider than a regular Hummer.

It appears to be a modified military version.

"That's a really nice car!"

They chatted casually about guns and cars as the car drove onto the wide main road.

Then we headed straight to the beach.

"I live in Malibu, cough cough, I mean, I like to drink there, you don't mind?"

Olivia was a little excited and almost blurted out her thoughts.

Malibu is quite far, several dozen kilometers from Beverly Hills.

"What's the problem? I'm not going to work tomorrow."

Olivia's heart raced, and a smile curved her lips; she was even harder to press than the M500.

"..."

The two used language to hint at and flirt with each other.

Several tens of minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The car was parked near a seaside villa.

The lights were on on the second floor, and two dogs were barking in the yard.

"The scenery here is nice." After getting out of the car, Tang Wen felt the coolness of the sea breeze.

Tang Wen didn't ask why he was treating her; he simply took her home. Olivia didn't explain either, and drove straight into the garage.

As they entered the villa, the maid greeted them. Upon seeing Tang Wen, she was initially taken aback, but then her eyes lit up.

Until Olivia reminded him.

The maid snapped out of her daze, quickly greeted them, and offered to fetch their slippers.

"We're going to have a drink on the balcony."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll get it ready."

Olivia took off her coat, turned to meet his gaze, her eyes burning.

Tang Wen had no appetite for drinking and took the initiative: "Do you often make bets with people?"

“Of course not. You’re the second man to come in.” Olivia raised her scimitar-shaped eyebrows.

His gaze was condescending, yet tinged with apprehension.

"Who's the first one?" Tang Wen guessed it was probably her ex-husband, but he pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Want to know?"

"uh-huh."

Olivia's eyes were filled with eagerness as she took a step closer, bringing them into direct contact.

It was soft against my shoulder.

Tang Wen: Damn height difference.

Olivia lowered her head, her breath brushing against his forehead, her hand resting on his waist, and said meaningfully, "Very, very few people can get answers from me."

"Hehe, what do you think of my marksmanship?"

“Great! But stationary targets are different from moving targets.” She provocatively moved even closer.

Daxuezi.

It turned into a thick, large snow cake.

Why be so polite?
Tang Wen bent down, scooped up her legs, and gently lifted the two-meter-tall woman horizontally in his arms.

"Oh~"

Olivia gasped.

I could feel Tang Wen's well-developed muscles and his effortless handling of heavy objects.

Unable to resist any longer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely…

Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

We can't drink alcohol anymore.

Olivia had been widowed for many years, and her profession and background made her look down on ordinary men.

Occasionally, there might be a man who is pleasing to the eye, but there is never a shortage of women.

I have absolutely no intention of getting "bad luck" from her.

After all, everyone knows it.

Driving large vehicles requires a special driver's license.

Especially without driver assistance features, driving it is tiring and not worth the effort.

Cars have a soul.

She will also be unhappy.

"Oh~"

"OMG"

From the upstairs bedroom, a woman's screams could be heard continuously.

Olivia was initially cautious, suppressing her desires for fear of frightening Tang Wen.

Soon, he could no longer suppress it completely.

Tang Wen is better than she imagined, even better than her most optimistic estimate!
She began to let herself go.

Peach, suffocation...

Violence, sitting down...

Tang Wen was also very excited.

Since my constitution reached 90 points, I've never encountered anyone so resilient.

They stopped showing any mercy or tenderness towards women.

Aggressive driving.

The engine roared intermittently all night.

Finally, the sound from the car's loudspeaker became low and hoarse.

Tracing the dramatic ups and downs of the chart, Tang Wen comfortably reminded him, "You should ask for leave now."

Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.

Olivia isn't worried about taking time off.

Even if she doesn't go for a week, no one dares to say anything.

At most, I'd worry that she might be in danger.

All she can think about now is keeping Tang Wen with her.

Their relationship progressed too quickly.

It could only be a one-night stand.

It is difficult to develop a long-term relationship.

But how can one endure the feeling of hunger after tasting addictive delicacies?

Olivia had her back to Tang Wen, unsure of how to begin.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.

"What are you thinking about?"

She took a deep breath and decided to try to win him over first.

Although she had little experience.

"Oh~"

Her blonde hair slid down smoothly.

A while passed.

Fighting off her drowsiness, she asked cautiously, "Will I be able to see you tomorrow?"

"I have work tomorrow."

This is tantamount to rejection.

Olivia's blue eyes lost their luster.

"Snapped!"

He slapped me again.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "If you really want to see me, I have time tomorrow night."

to be frank.

He was also captivated by this exhilarating feeling.

Big trucks have their advantages.

"Really?" Blue eyes sparkled.

Tang Wen had found a shortcut to the soul, and the dignified manager of the Buddhist patron appeared extremely humble.

no way.

Because he's irreplaceable.

"Of course, I'm just busy with work during the day."

"Your girlfriend..." If the manager of Fobole is a mistress, it will be troublesome if she is exposed.

Tang Wen interrupted, "I have many girlfriends."

Olivia quickly replied, "I don't mind."

"Oh?" Tang Wen's tone was slightly cold.

Olivia realized something and confessed, "I haven't. I haven't had any relationships with men for years. Actually, I've been unpopular since I was a child."

She grew to 1.89 meters tall by the time she was thirteen.

Boys who are her age or several years older than her are unwilling to get close to her.

Tang Wen nodded.

He lifted her chin with his fingers and said with a wicked smile, "Okay, go to sleep. Don't make up any excuses about being too tired from work tomorrow night."

Thinking of her earlier pleas for mercy, the mature, sophisticated woman, an FBI supervisor, blushed instantly.

She quickly straightened up and covered his mouth with her hand.

She hugged his head tightly...

The next day.

Before noon, Tang Wen walked out of the bedroom.

Under the maid's astonished gaze, we arrived on the first floor.

The maid saw him to the door, and Tang Wen casually instructed, "I'll be back around 10 p.m. tonight. Prepare some authentic Chinese food."

“Oh? Oh, okay, okay, I’ll tell Ms. Brown.”

Tang Wen got into the car and left.

After he left, Olivia woke up two hours later, and the first thing she did was call and book the most expensive skin care team to come to her home.

They paid three times the price to have the other party arrive within two hours.

I had a dream last night that Tang Wen left her.

She returned to that almost joyless life.

Like Tang Wen, whose stem-like talent is top-notch.

Rich and good-looking, doesn't want anything from himself...

A man who doesn't want anything beyond his own body, a man you can trust.

It's so hard to find!
This is absolutely unique!

Therefore, it is essential to take good care of your health.

Tang Wen, who hadn't been to the company for several days, sat down at his desk and began browsing his emails.

Domestically, "The Grand Dyeing Workshop" and "The Divine Doctor Xi Lai Le" were broadcast on CCTV-8 and CCTV-1 respectively.

The viewership ratings are impressive.

Both have already surpassed 8.5.

"The Divine Doctor" is a light comedy series suitable for the whole family.

Next, the ratings will be even higher.

"The Grand Dyeing Workshop," a drama set in the Republican era and focusing on business warfare, is likely aimed at an older audience.

However, there aren't many entertainment options available in China at present.

Many students and young people watched the first two episodes with their parents.

I was also drawn in by the plot and watched it with great interest.

The TV series "The Grand Dyeing Workshop" has a high rating of 9.2 on Renren.com and Douban.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will become a classic in the hearts of a generation.

I haven't finished reading the email.

Lin Chih-ling, dressed in business attire and carrying documents, walked in from outside: "Chairman Tang, 'Hero' is about to be taken off the screens..."

The end of the run means the cashback is coming.

(End of this chapter)