A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

Lin Wanwan raised her hand to block him, saying, "Mr. Wang, I can't hold my liquor."

Mr. Wang didn't stop!

"You can practice if you can't hold your liquor. In the acting profession, who can't drink?"

Sister Hong smiled and pressed Lin Wanwan's wrist: "President Wang is giving you a chance. Don't spoil the fun."

Lin Wanwan looked at Sister Hong.

Sister Hong whispered in her ear, "Drink it, and it'll be over."

Mr. Wang put down the wine bottle, and his tone changed.

Whether the contract for the female lead in "The Faceless Man" can proceed tomorrow depends on how well the discussions go tonight.

No one at the table responded.

Mr. Wang leaned forward a little.

"I booked a suite upstairs. It's quiet and suitable for in-depth discussions about the character."

Lin Wanwan's color faded.

She stood up: "I'm going to the restroom."

Sister Hong reacted faster, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back into the chair.

"Wanwan, stop fooling around. Mr. Wang is just joking with you. You're such a ill-mannered child."

"Sister Hong."

Lin Wanwan's voice was very soft.

Sister Hong still smiled: "Be good. Everyone's watching."

At the table, Lu Yuan was using a small knife to cut into the joint seams of the king crab.

The knife tip avoided the hard shell and followed the periosteum. A very soft sound came from the crab leg joint, and the entire section of crab meat was completely extracted.

Clean, intact, not even a single fiber was broken.

Liang Bo sat next to him, his gaze drawn to the movements of Lu Yuan's hands.

He has been working on the platform for many years and has seen chefs dismantle crabs and Japanese chefs fillet fish.

But Lu Yuan's movements didn't resemble those of a chef.

It's more like dealing with something that requires preserving the integrity of the evidence.

One less cut, one more cut, neither will do.

Liang Bo's eyelids twitched, and he picked up his water glass and took a sip.

Lu Yuan put the crab meat into a plate and dipped it in vinegar.

"This crab is alright."

No one responded to his statement.

Mr. Wang has lost his patience.

"Wanwan, let me put this out there. If you drink this glass tonight, we can discuss the contract tomorrow. If you don't, don't blame me for not giving you face at the company."

Lin Wanwan bit her lip and didn't reach out.

Mr. Wang's smile faded, and he reached out his chubby hand to grab her wrist.

"What are you pretending for? Everyone in this industry started this way."

The platform's vice president looked down at his phone.

The producer picked up his chopsticks and ate some food.

The screenwriter held the soup bowl, his gaze fixed on the contents.

The table was full of celebrities, each busy with their own things.

Lin Wanwan's shoulders were being held down by Sister Hong, and President Wang's hand was already touching her wrist.

She tried to break free, but the dress was too tight at the waist, and the chair back was pressing against her back, leaving her with no way out!

In that instant, she finally understood what Sister Hong meant when she said in the car, "The cards have already been dealt on the table."

She didn't come here to eat.

She was put on the table.

Lin Wanwan raised her eyes.

She rarely asked for help in the past.

She was afraid of troubling others, and also afraid of being looked down upon. But now, no one at the entire table wanted to look at her.

Mr. Wang's hand was already gripping her wrist.

A man pressed down on her, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Lin Wanwan's stomach churned, and she instinctively shrank back.

"Don't hide."

Mr. Wang's smile was unpleasant. "Young man, the opportunity is right in front of you, you should cherish it."

Sister Hong pressed down on her shoulder, "Wanwan, be a good girl."

Mr. Wang pushed the glass of liquor towards her lips. The amber liquid swirled to the rim of the glass, and the strong smell of alcohol hit her, making her eyes sting.

Across the table.

Liang Bo looked down and scrolled through his phone.

Zhou Yue picked up a piece of abalone, paused halfway with his chopsticks, and then put it back on the plate.

No one from the writing team spoke up.

The unwritten rule at the dinner party: no one can hear or see. Nobody wants to offend the powerful investors behind a rising star for the sake of a newly popular actress.

Lin Wanwan's shoulders were pressed down and her wrists were pulled. She had nowhere to retreat, and the last bit of patience in her chest finally broke.

She used all her strength to shrink back.

The wine glass tilted to one side, spilling wine onto the tablecloth.

Mr. Wang did not expect her to dare to struggle. His hand missed its mark, and the bottom of the cup hit the edge of the plate with a jarring sound.

Lin Wanwan's elbow hit the edge of the table.

The pain made her vision go white.

Mr. Wang was humiliated in front of everyone, and his thick neck swelled up. He raised his right hand and slammed it on the solid wood table.

*Thud!* The entire table shook violently.

The cutlery, wine glasses, and bone plates all jumped along with it.

Lu Yuan had just swallowed the piece of king crab meat and was reaching for the plate of bluefin tuna with his chopsticks.

The pork belly was sliced ​​to the perfect thickness, with fine lines of fat, and the soy sauce next to it was also a good thing.

As the table shook, the plate of bluefin tuna sashimi slid to the edge.

Crack! The porcelain fell to the ground, shattering into two white pieces.

Fish meat, soy sauce, and fish oil were spread out into a ball.

A drop of dark sauce splattered and landed on Lu Yuan's suit trousers.

Lu Yuan's right hand, which was holding the fish, stopped in mid-air as he looked down at the stain on his trouser leg.

This stain is enough to temporarily take the frugal expert of the old neighborhood in the south of the city offline.

The surrounding air was instantly cleared away, replaced by an extreme cold that could freeze one's blood!

Mr. Wang was clearly unaware that the atmosphere in the private room had changed.

He was furious.

Lin Wanwan's resistance made him feel ashamed. Even when Sister Hong tried to hold her down, she couldn't, and a plate was smashed on the table.

He turned his head and saw Lu Yuan sitting still.

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Wang vented his anger, saying, "An actor, does he really think he's someone important?"

Lu Yuan was still looking at the trouser leg.

Boss Wang pointed at him and yelled, "If you don't know the rules, get out! Su Qinghan brought you here to give you face, not to let you sit here and act like a big shot!"

Liang Bo's hand stopped on the phone screen.

Zhou Yue's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He suddenly remembered that episode of "Escape Room".

The top-tier NPC, Old Ghost, delivers ginger tea to the morgue and kicks down the iron gate of the water dungeon.

Mr. Wang only glanced at a few trending topics and concluded that the so-called "killer aura" in the entertainment industry was nothing more than something hyped up by fans.

He shouted towards the door, "Where is he? Drag him out!"

The door to the private room was pushed open, and two bodyguards walked in.

Lin Wanwan was still sitting in the chair, her wrist aching from being gripped so tightly. She looked at Lu Yuan, her mind in turmoil.

She didn't want to drag others down with her.

Lu Yuan finally put down his chopsticks.

She sighed softly.

"What a pity."

No one knew whether he was talking about fish or people.

Two bodyguards were already closing in.

The one on the left reached out and grabbed Lu Yuan's shoulder, while the one on the right blocked his retreat.

The movements were well coordinated; an ordinary person wouldn't even have room to stand up, let alone resist.