1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 130 Zhang Guorong holding the Guandao
When Zhou Huimin got on the bus back home, she was still crying in grievance.

Afraid of being seen by other passengers in the car, she buried her face in her arms, her shoulders twitching, and she looked frail and pitiful.

"I want to be a singer. This is a rare opportunity. Even if I don't sign with his company, can I switch to another one?"

She didn't look up and spoke in a muffled voice to her mother beside her.

"No."

Mother Zhou refused without even thinking about it.

She glanced at her daughter and said earnestly, "I'm doing this for your own good. Whether you're a celebrity or have any other profession, you need to have knowledge and substance, otherwise you're just a fool. Your first priority now is to study more. Grandma won't harm you. You'll know when you grow up."

Zhou Huimin raised her head, her eyes were swollen and her sleeves were wet.

She sniffed, "But my classmates have already started making money after graduation, and I also want to make money to help support the family."

Mother Zhou glanced at her and said calmly, "Making money is not something you should care about. I am not too old to walk, and I will not let you go hungry or lack clothes."

Zhou Huimin pursed her lips and stopped talking, but in her heart she did not agree with what her mother said.

The mother and daughter chatted all the way in the car.

Until the bus stops at the West Station.

After getting off the car, Zhou Huimin followed her mother closely with an aggrieved expression on her face.

Passing by a newsstand, her eyes fell on the front-page photo of a broadsheet.

It was a photo of Zhai Yuan and Zhang Guorong.

"Mom, is that Boss Zhai really a liar?"

"He can't be a good person if he even cheats on a little girl like you."

“But he does have a company, and it’s quite large.”

"There are many scammers these days, just remember that there is no such thing as a free lunch."

"But look, even the newspapers published his photo!"

Zhou Huimin suddenly burst into laughter, took out the newspaper she had bought when her mother wasn't paying attention, handed it over and said, "The newspaper says that he is the boss of a legitimate company, and there are even photos of him. Should you be relieved this time?"

In the era of print media, newspaper news was still very valuable, especially for older people, as it was one of the few sources of information from the outside world.

Mother Zhou was startled. As expected, she saw the photo of Zhai Yuan and Zhang Guorong with their arms around each other in the newspaper.

She took the newspaper suspiciously, squinted her eyes to read the report, and then returned to her indifferent expression.

"So what if it was in the newspaper? The newspaper said he was banned and the company won't survive until next year."

Zhou's mother continued to educate Zhou Huimin, but this time she finally changed her words and stopped calling him a liar.

She said: "I have seen many young people like this. Being impatient will not accomplish anything. If you sign a 15-year contract with him, you will definitely ruin your future and waste your youth. It will be too late to regret it by then."

Zhou Huimin also read the article at this time.

Most mainstream media outlets are currently speaking badly of Zhai Yuan’s 91 Entertainment, so naturally this article doesn’t have anything good to say.

Her face fell again, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked, "If his company doesn't go bankrupt next year and instead grows bigger, can I work there while studying?"

Mother Zhou frowned, looked at the news in the newspaper again, and did not answer immediately.

Zhou Huimin immediately stopped and started to act coquettishly, holding her arm.

The old lady was almost shaken to pieces, and finally her tone softened a little: "We'll talk about it when the time comes, but I advise you not to hold out too much hope."

Zhou Huimin raised the corner of her mouth, knowing that this was the biggest concession she could make.

She looked at Zhai Yuan's face in the newspaper and made a wish nervously in her heart.

May Jesus bless you, Boss Zhai, and hope that your company will hold on. I will go for the interview next year when I am studying for my foundation year. Amen!

………… “Zhai Yuan, it’s no use begging Jesus, I will definitely kill you today!”

When Zhang Guorong rushed into the office building of Jiuyi Entertainment, Zhai Yuan was meeting with Di Long and Wan Ziliang in the conference room.

Prior to this, the Third Prince of Central had already gone to the Secret Garden to demand accountability.

But he didn't find Zhai Yuan there, so he went straight to the headquarters of Jiuyi Entertainment.

When passing through the lobby on the first floor, he picked up the life-size statue of Guan Gong enshrined by the property and the plastic Guan Dao in his hand.

At this moment, it was like Guan Erge was born again. He broke into the meeting room, raised a knife and chopped at Zhai Yuan's head!

"I'll pick!" Zhai Yuan was frightened by the overwhelming momentum: "Protect the emperor!"

Although Wan Ziliang is tall and strong, he is actually a weak scholar. He even teaches as a substitute in Wanyao Public School. He was shocked by the scene at that time.

On the contrary, Di Long, the oldest one, is worthy of being a martial arts background and a great hero.

He clasped his hands together and caught the Guandao that Zhang Guorong was chopping down.

One hundred percent bare-handed catching of a knife?

After clamping the Guan Dao, Di Long did not stop and snatched the weapon from Zhang Guorong's hand by dragging and pulling.

Then he grabbed Zhang Guorong's arms behind his back with one hand and pushed them down with quick movements.

There was a muffled 'bang' sound.

Half of Zhang Guorong's face was twisted into a ball, and he had an intimate contact with the glass coffee table in front of Zhai Yuan.

"Mr. Zhai, it's a plastic knife."

Di Long weighed the Guan Dao with his other hand, threw it aside, then turned to Zhai Yuan and said.

At this time, Zhang Guorong was pressed on the table by Di Long like a little chicken, as if "A Better Tomorrow" was being shown.

"Brother Taki, let me go!"

Although Di Long is out of fashion, he is still very famous in the circle, so Zhang Guorong naturally recognized him.

While greeting Di Long, he raised his head and glared at Zhai Yuan, saying fiercely, "Zhai Yuan, you idiot, you are trying to trick me. If you have the guts, come fight me in a one-on-one duel!"

"There's a new play, a five-million-dollar production, and you'll be the male lead, and these two will serve as your foil."

Zhai Yuan sat on the sofa and pointed at Wu Yusen beside him: "Director Wu will personally take the camera and guarantee that you will become famous in Hong Kong."

"Go ahead and tell me!" Zhang Guorong said angrily, "You haven't even cleaned up the shit in your crotch, and you still dare to praise me?"

"You're a star after all, so don't be so vulgar."

Zhai Yuan showed an expression that he was disgusted by him, and then said: "Since you are now in the newspaper, no one dares to ask you to film. Why don't you just sign with my company and grow bigger and stronger together."

"You idiot, I have records to sell to other provinces!"

Zhang Guorong struggled several times but failed to get rid of Di Long's restraints. He simply accepted his fate and said weakly: "My manager Sister Fang asked me to sign a letter of repentance and publicly declare in the newspaper that you are a loser and a tortoise, otherwise she will break up with me."

"Although I also think you are a bunch of idiots, I don't want to sign a letter of repentance because I still want to travel to the mainland in the future. I always feel sorry for the country after signing it."

"But if I don't call you a loser, I will break up with my good friend and maybe even be kicked out by the record company..."

Zhang Guorong kept on talking, as noisy as a chatterbox.

The more Zhai Yuan listened, the darker his face became, until it became as black as the bottom of a pot.

"I'm not done with beating you up, am I?"

He slapped Zhang Guorong on the head and said angrily, "Don't think I can't hear you scolding me!"

Zhang Guorong let out a long sigh, "That's great! Now let's talk business. My movie contract is very expensive, and I have to choose the script. How much can you afford?"

(End of this chapter)