Against the Current Hong Kong 1979

Chapter 125 Victory Banquet, Debona Sends a Flirtatious Glance (3rd Update, Please Subscribe)

"Sanmao, have you thought this through?"

Lin Zhengying paused for a moment, then asked softly, "You told Mr. Zou?"

Hong Jingbao shook his head: "I haven't said anything yet. I need to ask for your opinions first before I raise it with Mr. Zou."

"Why are you leaving? Were you unhappy in Jiahe?" Wu Ma asked, somewhat puzzled.

Hong Jingbao looked into the distance and saw Zou Wenhuai chatting with Zhang Shuai'an. He sighed and said, "Jiahe doesn't need me anymore."

The others followed his gaze and looked over, and couldn't help but have different thoughts in their hearts.

Previously, Golden Harvest was basically driven by Jackie Chan and Hung King-po. Although Jackie Chan's salary was high, Hung King-po could still keep up with Jackie Chan in terms of seniority and status.

Golden Harvest had enough resources for the two of them. Jackie Chan was responsible for ensuring quality, making a maximum of one film a year; Hung King-po focused on quantity, making two to three films a year, and the box office results weren't bad either.

However, his salary has not changed much, and he does not receive a similar share of profits as Jackie Chan.

Hung King-po used to be indifferent because Golden Harvest's resources were either given to Jackie Chan or to him. But things are different now, with the emergence of Chang Shuai-an.

If Golden Harvest doesn't give resources to Jackie Chan, they'll prioritize Zhang Shuai'an before giving them to him.

Hong Jingbao found this somewhat unacceptable.

Yuen Biao asked somewhat blankly, "If we leave Golden Harvest, where can we go?"

Hong Jingbao got straight to the point: "Mr. Lei from Golden Princess Cinemas contacted me. He supports me in starting a new company, and he will invest in my film production. He promised to give me a 50/50 split, so if I earn more, you can also get a larger share."

Lin Zhengying reminded him, "Sanmao, you'd better talk to Boss Zou about this. Otherwise, things could easily get ugly."

Wu Ma spoke up, "If you don't want to talk to Mr. Zou, then why don't I give Mr. He Guanchang a heads-up first? After all, we've had a pleasant working relationship before, and Mr. Zou isn't someone who completely ignores advice. If we can lay everything out in the open, maybe we'll get a better result."

Hong Jingbao considered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll talk to Mr. He first. If I don't get the result I want, then I'll leave!"

Yuen Biao patted his chest and said, "Brother Sanmao, if you're leaving, I'll definitely go with you!"

"We're all brothers, so naturally we'll stand together through thick and thin!" Lam Ching-ying nodded in agreement.

Hong Jingbao drank a glass of wine, stood up, and walked towards He Guanchang.

the other side.

"The movie 'Chasing Girls' grossed over 15 million yuan in just one month, more than 'Young Master'."

Zou Wenhuai, beaming, said to Zhang Shuai'an, "Anzai, you did an excellent job this time, and I'm very happy. So I plan to give you another million in credits, hoping you'll continue your efforts and create another brilliant success in your next film."

Zhang Shuai'an said seriously, "I do have plans for my next film, but it probably won't perform as well at the box office as 'Chasing Girls'."

"Hey, as long as you're willing to make a film, I'll invest in it no matter what the subject matter is." Zou Wenhuai now had a kind of blind trust in Zhang Shuai'an.

Zhang Shuai'an knew now wasn't the time to discuss this, so he smiled and said, "How about this, I'll come to your office in a couple of days to talk about the new film."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Zou Wenhuai patted Zhang Shuai'an on the shoulder: "Enjoy the happiness that fame and fortune bring you, I'll be leaving now."

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Zou Wenhuai left directly with He Guanchang and several other senior executives of Jiahe.

Hong Jingbao, who was about to walk towards him, paused, unsure of what to do.

"Brother Sanmao." Zhang Shuai'an saw Hong Jingbao standing there in a daze, picked up his wine glass and walked over: "I must thank you for your great support."

Hong Jingbao snapped out of his daze and said with a wry smile, "Don't be polite, I'm not of any help to you."

"Of course I have," Zhang Shuai'an said with a smile. "Chen Xunqi, Liu Guanwei, and Qian Shengwei in my company are all Sanmao's men. The fact that you let them come over is already a huge help to me. Even though my Tianxia Pictures is just an empty shell."

"You're capable, and they're willing to follow you; it's fate that brings you together."

Hong Jingbao smiled and said magnanimously, "I should thank you for feeding them. They never got to perform like this here."

Zhang Shuai'an suddenly suggested, "Brother Sanmao, how about we team up?"

"We're going to cooperate?" Hong Jingbao was quite surprised. He looked at Zhang Shuai'an several times and realized that the other party didn't seem to be joking. "What kind of cooperation are you talking about?"

Zhang Shuai'an said earnestly, "I have endless ideas in my head. I can't film them all by myself. Besides, some stories are not suitable for me to film, but they are very suitable for the style of Brother Sanmao and your Sammo Hung's team."

In Hong Kong, when it comes to action troupes, if your Sammo Hung Stunt Team claims to be number one, who dares to claim to be number two?

"Don't say that! Master Liu's Liu Family Troupe and my senior brother Yuan Heping's Yuan Family Troupe are both top-notch."

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"Even Ah Long's stunt team, although it doesn't have many members yet, has unlimited potential and will surpass me sooner or later."

Hong Jingbao did think that way, but how could he possibly say such things publicly?

"Brother Sanmao, why are you being so modest!"

Zhang Shuai'an said with a smile: "Of course I know that other stunt teams have their own unique skills, but in terms of the grandeur of the action, the innovation of the subject matter, and the boldness of the style—looking at Hong Kong, and even Asia, you and the Sammo Hung stunt team are unique."

Hong Jingbao knew perfectly well that the other party was flattering him, but he just found it pleasant to hear.

"No need for flattery." He patted Zhang Shuai'an's chest. "Just tell me, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Shuai'an said, "Now is not the place to talk. Let Sanmao come to my office tomorrow, and we can chat face to face then."

"Okay." Hong Jingbao nodded. "Your box office is a huge success, I haven't congratulated you yet."

"This bottle is for you." Hong Jingbao took a glass of whiskey, casually unscrewed the cap, and blew it all out of the bottle.

After finishing his drink, Hong Jingbao said goodbye and left, seemingly without any problems.

Zhang Shuai'an was stunned; this fat man's physical abilities were quite exaggerated.

Then he was surrounded by people, who kept coming up to toast him.

Fortunately, his physical condition was also exceptional, so the amount of alcohol he drank was nothing to him.

"Anzai, is it convenient for us to chat for a bit?"

Dibona suddenly leaned close to Zhang Shuai'an and whispered something.

"What is it?" Zhang Shuai'an asked.

Debona simply gave him a look: "I'll be waiting for you in the third stall of the men's restroom."

Zhang Shuai'an was stunned for a moment, wondering what those words meant.

Why do you have to say it in the bathroom?

And why the men's restroom?

Several questions were tangled in Zhang Shuai'an's mind.

A moment later, Cherie Chung leaned over and asked softly, "What did Sister La say to you just now?"

"It's nothing, just some words of thanks."

Zhang Shuai'an gave a casual reply, then leaned close to Zhong Chuhong's ear and said, "I'm going to the restroom, it might take a while. If anyone calls for me later, please cover for me."

"Okay, you go ahead, I'll take care of things here." Chung Chor-hung's eyes lit up. Could this be considered a tacit acknowledgment of her status as the mistress of the house?

Zhang Shuai'an put down his wine glass, avoided the crowd, went to the men's restroom, and knocked on the third stall.

Before he could speak, the cubicle door suddenly slid open, and a hand pulled Zhang Shuai'an inside, kissing him without a word.

"Sister La, what's wrong with you— um?" Zhang Shuai'an opened his mouth to speak, but then felt a piece of lilac enter.

What's the point of saying anything more? Just take the challenge.

Although it's unclear why Debona did this, what else is there to say? Just do it!

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