Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Exactly! The director personally brought you a chair, and after you sat down and finished your drink, you left without even asking for my contact information. That's incredibly disrespectful.

Yang Che could naturally sense the gazes of the crowd and the inexplicably tense atmosphere, so he swept his eyes over everyone present with a disdainful look.

As expected, none of the people who had looked resentful earlier dared to meet his gaze.

whispering sound.

If this happened in mainland China, and Yang Che dared to provoke like this, someone would definitely be taken down.

Unlike the men, Zhou Haimei smiled and gestured, while Zhang Huiyi tossed her hair at him.

As for Liu Jialing, who looked calm, she felt that Shangshan Shina's judgment was really accurate. Yang Che, who was not particularly handsome just now, was now incredibly "manly," as handsome as a young, rutting lion.

Despite this, Wang Jing and Liu Jialing still saw Yang Che out of the private room.

Outside the private room, Yang Che handed Wang Jing a business card: "Director Wang, although the mainland film market is still undergoing reform, the TV drama industry is in a stage of market-oriented transformation and the diversification of themes. If you are interested in developing your career in the north, you can contact me. I have a company that invests in some TV dramas."

Wang Jing was stunned for a moment, then thought to himself: Which bastard said that Yang Che was from a commoner background?

"Okay, definitely."

Liu Jialing's gaze towards Yang Che changed again; although it remained ardent, a sense of distance had emerged.

Yang Che didn't give Liu Jialing his business card, but instead asked for her contact information and called her before waving goodbye.

Liu Jialing glanced at Wang Jing beside her, but said nothing.

When Yang Che returned to the private room, he received a text message.

"Boss Yang, this is Wang Jing. This is my personal mobile number. Please keep it safe."

Seeing that Wang Jing didn't refer to himself as "little brother," Yang Che felt a little better.

Afterwards, Yang Che talked to his friends about the people over there, and everyone immediately started discussing it. Well, nine out of ten people liked Zhou Hai Mei. The filter for Zhou Zhi Ruo was too thick.

Absolutely! Five or six years ago, a bunch of young people were at the age where their hormones were raging and they had nowhere to release them. The screen goddesses back then, wow!

After a round of laughter and conversation, the dinner was coming to an end. Everyone would stay in Hong Kong for a day, after which some would return to the mainland and others would fly to Xinxiang, USA.

Some people made plans to go shopping tomorrow, some said they just wanted to sleep in, and others were clamoring to go out and have fun. In short, everyone was in high spirits.

Only Wu Shih-hsien was melancholy: "It's so hard for me to fall in love."

"Don't worry, if Gong Beibi needs any help, just tell her to come to me."

Wu Shixian felt that something was wrong with what he said, but looking at Yang Che's sincere expression, he felt that he was being a bit dirty, so he said, "Just take her with you when you come to America."

"No problem, I'll pay for the first-class ticket."

Song Xiaofei then asked, "Brother Che, if that American film festival starts on the 1st, aren't you going to participate in the promotional activities for 'My Sassy Girl' in Japan and South Korea?"

"We'll see. I'll participate in as many as I can, but it's okay if I can't. I've done everything I could."

Lin Mu then ran up behind Yang Che and whispered, "Brother Che, a few of us want to go to Lockhart Road."

Yang Che looked in the direction Lin Mu indicated and saw several friends and Americans whispering around Amin, occasionally giving him a lewd laugh.

"Isn't that place full of chickens from Southeast Asia?"

"There are quite a few from Eastern Europe too, but Toruni and his group are looking for Russians."

Yang Che said irritably, "Why are you telling me this? Do you expect me to pay for prostitution?"

Lin Mu chuckled: "I just wanted to say hello. Now, let's go!"

Yang Che reminded him, "Be careful."

Lin Mu waved and walked away with a chuckle.

Yang Che looked at James Wan and Ray Whannell, who obviously knew as well. James Wan was extremely shy and waved his hands repeatedly.

Ray Whannell gave a wry smile: "I can't even go to a bar. My head is starting to hurt again, and I need to sleep."

"Wake up! Go get a massage, you'll sleep better. Anyone else want to go?"

After asking around, only five people were willing to go with him; the others either went to have fun or went back to their hotels to sleep.

And so the event ended at 9:15.

The bill came to HK$18,000, including four bottles of XO. The total for the two tables was HK$18,000.

While Yang Che was heading to Happy Foot in Happy Valley with Wu Shixian, Song Xiaofei, Zeng Jian, Wen Ziren, and Ma Niu, he called Wang Fei but couldn't get through. So he sent a text message: "Wang Fei, I'm in Hong Kong. Are you free to have dinner tomorrow?"

Two minutes later, my phone rang; it was a text message notification.

Upon picking it up, I saw that it had been sent by Liu Jialing.

"Yang Che, we're going to a bar, want to come along?"

Yang Che pursed his lips and started rattling off, "Sorry, Sister Jialing, I still have to talk to the director. I'll make it up to you if you have the chance to come to Beijing."

"Okay, I wish your movie great success."

"Thanks."

After a while, the group arrived at the foot massage parlor. It was clean and bright, and the technicians were mostly middle-aged women.

The pricing is fair and transparent; a 60-minute full-body massage costs HK$220.

It's clearly a legitimate massage parlor.

These days, "Northern girls" on Portland Street cost around HK$400, while "local girls" (Hong Kong girls) cost around HK$600. Meanwhile, on Lockhart Road, where Lam and his friends went, Southeast Asian girls cost around HK$500, and white girls around HK$1000.

Of course, there are cheaper options, like those near Chungking Mansions, but they're either old or ugly.

Yang Che had a friend who said that the experience was terrible, a far cry from that of Dongguan.

People went to the kind of private room with three people per room. Yang Che's technician was number 26, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a round and decent-looking face, and most importantly, a very plump figure. Yang Che was quite satisfied with her.

After taking a shower, I put on a pair of shorts and lay on the bed, ready to enjoy myself, when my phone rang.

The technician who helped Yang Che get his phone glanced at the screen and her pupils instantly contracted. It read "Wang Fei," so she handed it over and started listening intently.

"Hello, hello, Yang Che, I didn't notice earlier, sorry. I'm busy tomorrow, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to a drink."

Wang Fei's tone was somewhat hurried and nervous, so much so that she spoke very quickly.

Yang Che found it quite cute and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, where are you? I'll come find you."

"Over here in Happy Valley... uh... oh right, there are a few friends here too. If you mind, we can reschedule?"

"fine."

"Oh, Green Spot, I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Yang Che paused for a moment, realizing that he had just passed by this place, which was about 100 meters behind the foot massage parlor.

So Yang Che stopped massaging, greeted the people, and left amidst their sighs and lamentations.

Of course! He's already in bed, but he still has to go out for social events for the movie. How noble! No wonder he's Brother Che.