Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

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"What to do? What to do?"

Li Binbin mentally reviewed the list of superstars who had assaulted people over the years, and the more he counted, the more alarmed he became.

Andy Lau once fought off paparazzi to protect his family; Tse Ting-Fung crashed his car while trying to avoid paparazzi when he was young; and Jay Chou confronted paparazzi who were taking photos of him without his consent for his girlfriend's sake.
Zhang Weijian got into a fight for his brother...

But these people were either fighting paparazzi, ordinary people, or at most, actors fighting each other.

She had never heard of an actor daring to hit a director.

If the news of a top celebrity beating up a famous director were to break, she wouldn't believe how big a commotion it would cause.

The entire Chinese-language entertainment industry is about to be shaken up. Those marketing accounts can post for three days and three nights without repeating themselves, and the trending topics can stay on the hot search list for a week without coming down. All kinds of analysis, interpretation, and taking sides can blow the internet into mush.

She wasn't the only one who thought this way.

All the artists present had thought of this—some were worried, some admired, some were looking forward to the show, and some were secretly pleased and excited.

Some people were calculating how badly Gu Qing would have to kneel to gain Director Feng's forgiveness.
Those with darker minds have even mentally rehearsed the scene of Gu Qing apologizing—bowing, shedding tears, issuing a statement, temporarily retiring from the entertainment industry… going through the whole process would be incredibly painful.

But then, something unexpected happened—

"Sister Liying, Sister Jiangxin, call the police!"

Gu Qing's expression was cold and stern. His long, slender hand gripped Feng Kuzi's collar tightly. With his other hand, he took out his phone from his pocket and tossed it to the stunned Xiao Zhao and her sister. "Call the police to handle this. I'll help you subdue the thug."

Is he afraid things will escalate?
Gu Qing was afraid that things hadn't gotten big enough yet!
These words were like a bomb going off in the private room.

"Holy crap?!"

All the artists were stunned. Some almost dropped their wine glasses, while others didn't even notice when their chopsticks bounced twice on the table and rolled to the ground.

"Thug? Uniform? This is acceptable?!"

But you know what,

Upon closer examination—in public, the drunken Feng Kuzi forced two young girls to dance, so calling him a hooligan doesn't seem wrong, does it?
This angle is so tricky it's beyond words. Gu Qing is determined to ruin Director Feng!

"You scoundrel, I..."

Feng Kuzi, who was struggling to breathe with his collar being pressed down, felt his vision go black again upon hearing this, and Zhang Fa, with his yellowed buck teeth, was about to curse angrily.

"Snapped--"

A sharp, resounding slap echoed in the quiet private room, making everyone's faces twitch as if they had been slapped themselves.

A bright red finger mark instantly appeared on that pale face. Feng Kuzi's eyes, which had been wide open in a rage, suddenly cleared. He was completely stunned by the slap, his mind was buzzing, and he saw stars before his eyes.

After casually slapping Feng Kuzi, Gu Qing grabbed him by the collar and lifted his upper body up.

He looked down at him, his indifferent eyes meeting his gaze. "You piece of trash, you should be glad it's not 97, or you'd get more than just a slap!"

"97...?"

Feng Kuzi was still in a daze, his mind blank for a few seconds before he suddenly remembered that in 97, the official crime of hooliganism was abolished.

His entire short body shivered, his calves trembled, and cold sweat poured down his back.

"Sister Liying, remember to record a video after you call the police, record the scene, and wait for the police to arrive!"

Gu Qing slammed Feng Kuzi onto the dining table with another loud crash, shattering the bowls and chopsticks and splattering soup everywhere.

"well……"

Sister Zhao hurriedly bent down to catch the phone, her slender fingers trembling, her voice quivering, and she was shaking like a leaf.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Zhong Chuxin, who had run far away and was screaming with her head in her hands. A determined look flashed across her round face as she gripped her phone tightly.

At worst, I'll just retire from the entertainment industry from today onwards!
"Liying, let me do it!"

Seeing Sister Zhao trembling, Jiang Xin snatched the phone, pulled her into her arms, and angrily shouted at Gu Qing, "Little brother, you better keep this old bastard in check! If I don't ruin his reputation today, I'll change my name!"

She grabbed her phone quickly, turned on the screen, and switched directly to dialing an emergency number. Her slender, pale fingertips had just touched the "1" key—

"Jiang Xin, Sister Xin, calm down, calm down, don't report it! Please don't report it!"

Huang, the cult leader, rushed over in a panic, his face drained of all color.

Startled, Jiang Xin tossed her phone behind her and angrily shouted, "What do you want?! Trying to steal my phone?!"

"Sister, elder sister, ancestors, how could I dare!"

Huang Xiaoming was almost in tears. He raised his hands in a gesture of comfort, turned to look at Gu Qing, and said in a trembling voice, "Little Gu, I'm begging you. We're all eating here. We're all celebrities with some standing."

"If the police really come, and the matter gets online, we won't be able to explain ourselves even if we have a hundred mouths!"

Huang Xiaoming's words jolted all the artists present awake.

Yes, how are we supposed to explain this when the police arrive?

When the matter was exposed online, netizens saw it and said, "Oh, right, you group of well-known celebrities are engaging in bullying and unspoken rules, making Zhao Liying and Jiang Xin dance and bullying Gu Qing's younger brother, right?"

"What? You're saying you didn't say a word at all?"

"Then you're accomplices! A bunch of you without even a shred of a sense of justice, are you even human?!"

Even the slowest-reacting celebrities could guess the online public opinion at that time.

And netizens know perfectly well who didn't come and who wasn't present.

This is the Bazaar Gala, and your entire guest list is online! I'm afraid that this one event will wipe out most of the entertainment industry.

Even the officials who had initially let them off the hook because of the "food replenishment campaign,"

Given the overwhelming public opinion, it is estimated that serious action will be taken.

At that point, forget about your career; you'll be lucky to even keep your job.

"Sister Xin, Brother Xiaoming is right. Don't be impulsive. Let's talk this out."

"Exactly, please don't report it, we didn't do anything."

“Gu Dingliu, Gu Didi, I have no idea what happened from beginning to end.”

The entire private room instantly turned into a bustling marketplace, with some trying to prove their innocence, others trying to distance themselves, and still others pleading.

It can be described as a diverse array of human beings.

Some people were sweating profusely with anxiety, some were pale with fright, and others were secretly moving towards the door, ready to slip away at any moment.

"Xiao Gu, calm down."

Huang Xiaoming stepped forward slowly, his voice soft and gentle, and made a soothing gesture, "Let go of Director Feng first, let's talk this out. You don't want things to escalate too much, do you? It will definitely affect your career development."

"Will it affect my career?"

Gu Qing looked at Huang Jiaozhu, a hint of fierce smile flashing across his indifferent face, and scoffed.

He then looked coldly at the dazed Feng Kuzi and said, word by word, "Don't you think too highly of yourselves?"

"I acted bravely, stood up for what was right, and protected women from oppression—I'm too busy receiving official praise and compliments from fans and netizens. Do you think my career would be affected?"

"..."

Huang Xiaoming froze on the spot, at a loss for what to do. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, but couldn't utter a single word.

How the hell can you defend against that?!
From this angle, from this standpoint, from this logic—they are standing on the moral high ground, the legal high ground, and the high ground of the people!
What do you have to compete with him on?

No matter how awesome you are, Feng Kuzi, can you be more awesome than the four words "righteous and courageous"?
"Come on, you old bastard, repeat what you just said: Who are you asking to dance?"

Gu Qing brought up Feng Kuzi again, her face expressionless.

Feng Kuzi gritted his teeth, staring at Gu Qing with boundless hatred, his eyes filled with a desire to devour her alive.

But its mouth remained silent.

But immediately—

"Snapped--"

Another heavy slap landed, perfectly symmetrical on both sides, causing half of Feng Kuzi's face to swell up.

Gu Qing slammed Feng Kuzi on the table again. This time, Feng was really about to faint. He was like a lump of mud lying in the leftovers, with vegetable leaves hanging in his hair and oil stains all over his face. He looked as miserable as a stray dog.

"I'm sorry, I went a little too far in self-defense."

Gu Qing said apologetically, her tone so sincere it sounded like she was apologizing, and she even nodded slightly, "I will pay for the medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress, don't worry."

After all,

He grabbed Feng Kuzi's collar again and asked gently, "Come on, let me ask you one more time, who did you just make dance?"

"Binbin, what the hell are you all still looking at?! If you don't stop them now, do you really want Director Feng to die here?!"

Huang Xiaoming was so frightened that his face was trembling. He roared forward, his voice cracking and his throat hoarse from shouting.

"Little brother, little brother, listen to your sister, you can't smash it anymore."

Li Binbin's pretty face changed drastically. She quickly came to Gu Qing's side, pressed his arm, and gently persuaded him, her voice pleading, "If this continues, something really will happen. Director Feng can't take it anymore."

But no matter how hard she tried, Gu Qing's arm wouldn't budge, as if it were welded shut. She patiently watched Feng Kuzi, waiting for his reply.

"Liying, Jiang Xin, you two brats, come here and talk to your brother! Do you really want to kill him?!"

Li Binbin was so anxious that her face turned pale, and she screamed and cursed, her voice even changing tone.

These words jolted Zhao Liying and Jiang Xin awake, and they no longer cared about making phone calls.

One pleaded with a tearful voice, while the other anxiously hugged Gu Qing's waist.

"Little brother, that's enough! You can't fight anymore! You'll kill someone if you keep hitting him!"

Zhao Liying's voice was trembling, and tears were falling down her face.

"Little brother, why are you hitting him? Hitting him will only dirty your hands!"

Jiang Xin clung tightly to Gu Qing's waist, her face pressed against his back, her tears soaking his shirt.

It was only through everyone's combined efforts that Gu Qing was finally pulled away, saving Feng Kuzi's life from the brink of death.

The artists around Feng Kuzi, despite feeling nauseous, struggled to help him down, his clothes stained with food and soup.

The scene was like moving a bag of stinking garbage; some people were pinching their noses, others were turning their faces away. "Ambulance... help..."

Feng Kuzi's face was deathly pale, he was grimacing, his breath was barely a whisper, his voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, and his eyelids were rolling back.

"Oh, oh, oh, ambulance, ambulance."

One celebrity hurriedly took out his phone, his fingers trembling so much he almost dropped it.

But Huang Xiaoming grabbed him and angrily yelled, "Are you brain-dead?! What's the difference between calling an ambulance and calling the police at this time?!"

He wasn't actually taking sides or speaking up for Feng Xiaogang; he was genuinely worried about his own career being ruined.

If the police and an ambulance were called, tomorrow's headlines would be "Brawl Breaks Out at Bazaar Gala: Top Celebrity Beats Up Famous Director."

—Then everyone will be dragged down, and no one can escape.

When the time comes, the whole internet will dig up everything: who said what, who took which side, who offered the drink, who laughed.

Those marketing accounts can dig up your ancestors for eighteen generations, can you explain that?
After finishing his rant, Huang Xiaoming half-squatted down, looked at Feng Kuzi who was leaning back in his chair, breathing like an old bellows, forced a smile, and said in a gentle voice like he was coaxing a child: "Director Feng, please bear with it a little longer for our sake."

"Yes, Director Feng, just bear with it and it won't hurt anymore, don't be afraid."

"If all else fails, I'll blow on it for you..." One artist actually went over and blew on it a couple of times.

The surrounding celebrities reacted and offered their opinions in various ways. Some handed out tissues, some poured water, and some helped wipe the oil off their faces.

The scene was incredibly lively.
Feng Kuzi: "..."

Let your mom blow it for me!!
Overwhelmed by rage, his eyes went black, and he could no longer utter a single word.

He felt that he wasn't injured by the beating, but rather that he was angered to death by this group of people.

These people usually fawn over him, but now that he's in trouble, they're all putting on an act while secretly laughing to themselves.

Honestly, even Feng Xiaogang is scared.

Gu Qing's words had startled him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

If the police really call, I'll be half dead!
In particular, I am currently in a sensitive period.

He forced his eyelids open and glanced at Da Bingbing, who was standing around Gu Qing.

If things really escalate online and he becomes a target, who will be there to shield him from criticism?

Can't we find another idiot?
"I have to... I have to endure it for now..."

Feng Kuzi's heart was filled with a mixture of jealousy and ruthlessness, like two venomous snakes coiling together, hissing in his chest.

As long as he stays within the rules of the industry, he has a million ways to kill Gu Qing!

The entertainment industry has never lacked artists who become famous overnight, show their talent, and are young and ambitious.

But in the end, none of those who dare to go against capital have ever had a good ending.

In those years, so many people were incredibly famous, but what happened to them afterward?
Banned, sidelined, forced to leave the industry, and made no impact whatsoever.

"Little Ming... tell him to get lost!"

Feng Kuzi gritted his teeth and said with difficulty. At this moment, he was still being tough, but his voice was so weak that it sounded like he was about to die. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

But who would have thought—

"You insulted me?!"

Da Bingbing gently stroked Gu Qing's chest with her fair hands, like a kind older sister, to help him catch his breath, saying, "Little brother, be good, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

She was still coaxing him with gentle words when, in the next second, her beautiful eyes blurred again, and Gu Qing disappeared from sight.

"Little brother, little brother, no!"

Many of the artists in front were terrified. Some reached out to grab Gu Qing, but were dragged along and almost fell. A group of people couldn't stop them, like water being plowed open.

"what--"

A flying kick was right in front of him, and Feng Kuzi screamed in terror, his voice as sharp as a pig being slaughtered, and he desperately shrank back.

On the verge of death,
It was Huang Xiaoming who, fearing someone might die, stepped forward and took the kick head-on.

In an instant—

"Holy crap... cough cough..."

The handsome uncle's face turned green, and he fell over backwards, luckily someone caught him.

Even so, I felt like I had lost half my life, my internal organs were churning, and acid in my stomach was rising.

"Little...Little Ming...Are you alright?"

The celebrity who caught him was almost in tears. Seeing Huang Xiaoming coughing up blood, he tremblingly took out his phone, "I...I'll call you a car..."

"Don't...don't scream!" Huang's voice was hoarse, filled with unbearable pain, but he still managed to finish his last sentence, "I need to catch my breath, I need to catch my breath..."

He leaned back in his chair, panting heavily, feeling as if two of his ribs were broken, and each breath felt like being stabbed with a knife.

"Brother Xiaoming, are you alright?"

Startled by the accidental kick, Gu Qing rushed forward apologetically, reaching out to help him up.

"Little...Little Gu, brother, brother's alright..."

Seizing the opportunity, Master Huang pleaded urgently, his eyes pleading and reddening, "I bumped into it myself, it has nothing to do with you. Please don't act impulsively, don't call the police, I beg you..."

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "Even if you really can't hold back, can you wait until we leave before you talk about it?"

Under the hopeful and pleading gaze, Huang Xiaoming finally saw Gu Qing nod.

Now, his tense nerves finally relaxed, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

Damn, that hurts so much!

Waaaaah...

"Xiaoming, you take some men and keep an eye on Director Feng. I'll take my brother and the others back."

Li Binbin was also extremely anxious and dared not linger for a moment. He pulled and pushed Gu Qing and the other two away.

Most of the artists in the private box also planned to scatter like birds and beasts.

"Everyone, please watch your mouths!"

At this moment, Master Huang struggled to his feet and solemnly warned, his gaze sweeping over everyone, "If this matter gets out, none of us will be in good shape, understand?"

"I understand, I understand..."

Everyone nodded in unison, then fled as if their lives depended on it. They were faster than rabbits, afraid of being implicated if they stayed even a second longer.

But some people, having just boarded the car, couldn't hide their excitement and exhilaration as they faced their bewildered assistants: "Do you know? Do you know what just happened...?"

He described it vividly, gesturing and acting, spitting as he spoke.

Getting a group of celebrities to keep their mouths shut is no less difficult than turning everyone in the entertainment industry into a literary genius.

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On another vehicle.

Li Binbin was angrily cursing Gu Qing and the other two in the back seat of the luxury car. His voice was so loud that the driver shrank back and didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror.

"Gu Qing! Gu Qing!! Are you crazy?! Ah!!"

Her chest heaved with anger, and her voice was shrill and bright, "Do you know who you hit? How dare you laugh!"

"And you two too! Jiang Xin, are you still a pig brain?"
"These are actresses personally managed by Director Feng, and you went up there to play the good guy? Do they need you to play that role? Huh!"

She pointed at Jiang Xin's nose, as if she wanted to poke it, her fingers trembling, "How many times have you suffered before you understand this? You suffer your own losses, but don't make your friends suffer, okay?!"

"And finally, there's you, Zhao Xiaodao!"

Her anger turned to Zhao Liying, her voice rising several octaves, "I'm so incredibly unlucky! I spent so much money signing you to the company! And this is the trouble you cause me?!"

Li Binbin berated Sister Zhao and Jiang Xin mercilessly. The two girls lowered their heads, not daring to say a word, like two little quails who had done something wrong, shoulder to shoulder, not daring to breathe.

"Sister Binbin, it's okay, I have a way to handle it."

"You can have..."

A warm, dry hand covered the back of Li Binbin's hand, which made Li Binbin even angrier. He turned his head to look, only to be met with a pair of gentle and warm eyes.

His eyes were as clear as a mountain stream and as gentle as an autumn lake.

The raging anger instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Then, filled with distress and frustration, and tinged with worry, she said, "Little brother, do you know how serious this is! You hit Director Feng, or else..."

"I'll go apologize!"

Jiang Xin suddenly looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, her pretty oval face streaked with sobs, her voice choked with emotion, "This is all my fault, it has nothing to do with any of you. I was impulsive, I was meddling, I..."

"I'll go too!" Sister Zhao hurriedly said, her face full of seriousness. "I was the one who got forced to drink first. If it weren't for me, Sister Jiang Xin wouldn't have..."

"Shut up!!"

Li Binbin's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again at the wrath of these two idiots. "Apologize? My brother just helped you get revenge, and you go apologize? You...you..."

She was so angry that she was trembling, unable to speak coherently, and her temples were throbbing.

"Bingbing, calm down, calm down."

Gu Qing gently patted Li Binbin's back to help her catch her breath, stroking her with her palms one after another. "Thank you for taking care of Sister Liying and the others. I can handle the rest myself."

"Are you really capable of handling this?"

Li Binbin pressed him repeatedly, gripping Gu Qing's hand tightly, his voice full of worry, his brows furrowed, "Little brother, do you know that Director Feng has someone behind him?"
A lot of capital is tied to him. He made so many films over the years, promoted so many people—those people are all part of his network…”

"Sister Binbin, but what about the capital behind her..."

Gu Qing patted the back of her hand, her voice very soft.
"I seem to have more..."

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...(End of this chapter)