Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 143 Don’t worry about people you shouldn’t worry about

Sang Yu was silent for a moment, but still found an excuse to refuse, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well recently and I really can't drink."

Of course she could drink one cup, but she knew very well that if there was one cup, there would be two. If she made an exception and drank one cup, there would definitely be a second and third cup waiting for her.

Mr. Zhang was obviously displeased, "It seems I don't even have this bit of face."

As soon as these words came out, the situation began to stalemate.

Director Liang was just about to open his mouth to help Sang Yu get through the situation. Before he could say anything, the door of the box was pushed open, followed by a low and cold voice, "I'm afraid I won't be able to give you this face."

Just like the biting cold wind in winter, cutting through the cold air, making people shiver.

Many pairs of eyes looked toward the door. When they saw the person coming, they all stood up to say hello, except Sang Yu who remained seated.

"Mr. Xi is here. The assistant said you didn't have time, so we didn't wait." Director Liang explained.

"It doesn't matter." Xi Jinbai said indifferently, looking straight at Mr. Zhang with sharp eyes, and his voice was cold: "I wonder if my reputation is big enough? How about I drink with Mr. Zhang?"

The latter's eyelids twitched and he felt extremely uneasy. He quickly smiled and said, "Don't dare, don't dare. If you want to drink, I will always drink with you."

Xi Jinbai did not calm down the feeling of oppression on his body. He walked straight to Sang Yu and stopped, his left hand casually resting on the back of the chair. His protective intention was obvious, "Drinking is just for atmosphere. There is no point in forcing others to make things difficult."

These words may seem lighthearted, but they are actually full of warning.

Everyone here has worked hard in the business world. How could they not understand? I just don't understand how a mere designer could allow Mr. Xi, who has never been close to women, to favor him like this.

Mr. Zhang's palms were sweating, and his eyes were averted with guilt. He could never afford to offend the Xi family. "Yes, Mr. Xi is right. It was my lack of consideration."

Xi Jinbai frowned slightly, "Who are you not thinking carefully about?"

Mr. Zhang reacted immediately and apologized to Sang Yu: "I'm sorry, Miss Sang, I didn't mean to offend, please forgive me."

Sang Yu was enveloped by the clear and calm breath behind him. He shook his head and was about to speak when Xi Jinbai warned him again: "Don't worry about people who shouldn't be worried about."

He pointed it out directly and showed no mercy.

Mr. Zhang is also a high-ranking figure in the industry. He has to give three cents of face to everyone he meets. In this circle, interests come first. Everyone would rather have many friends than many enemies. But Xi Jinbai is different. He has no scruples because He is the one everyone wants to flatter.

No one knows that the Xi family's industrial chain is huge and spreads all over the world. The Xi family is full of talents, including those in business, politics, medicine, and art, and all of them are at the top of the industry. There are countless people who seek help from the Xi family. , there is a saying that has been circulating in the circle: You can't offend the Xi family by offending anyone, otherwise you will dig your own grave.

The Ji family is the best example. After the stock price plummeted three years ago, the business plummeted, which is sad.

Xi Jinbai ignored what others thought and looked at Sang Yu. He touched her face with the back of his hand and said, "Have you finished eating? I'll take you back after you finish."

The voice was much gentler than before.

The skin separated at the touch, but it left an inexplicable burning heat on her face, as if she had been tickled by a feather.

Such a move is undoubtedly extremely ambiguous to outsiders, and several directors and investors all had surprised looks in their eyes.

I never thought there was such a relationship.

Mr. Zhang was so frightened that his eyes were dull and his back felt cold.

Sang Yu hesitated for a moment, deliberately ignoring the strange look on his face, picked up his bag and stood up, saying hello to Director Liang, "Director, I'll leave first."

Director Liang was also a person who had seen strong winds and waves. He quickly digested the scene in front of him and nodded as if nothing happened. "Okay, if you have any questions, just contact me directly."

"Ah."

When Xi Jinbai and Sang Yu left the box, the strong sense of oppression disappeared, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Sun asked: "Director Liang, what is the relationship between this Miss Sang and Mr. Xi?" "Do you think I know the truth?" Director Liang suddenly realized, "Now that I think about it, Mr. Xi will invest in our project." It’s the drunkard who doesn’t care about wine.”

Another investor said: "I used to find it strange that Mr. Xi never invests in projects in the entertainment industry. His uncle Tang Jie is the head of the entertainment industry, so he doesn't have to get involved."

The assistant director joked: "Since ancient times, heroes have struggled with beauty. I thought Mr. Xi would be an exception, but it turns out that he can't pass the love test either."
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After coming out of the restaurant, Sang Yu followed Xi Jinbai into the car.

"Go back to the hotel?" he asked.

Sang Yu said in a low voice: "Yes."

The driver silently started the engine.

The car window was half-opened, and the evening breeze blew in, ruffling the hair on her temples and blowing away her shyness.

Sang Yu tilted his head and asked Xi Jinbai, "You also invested in this movie, right?"

"Ah."

"That……"

Before she finished speaking, Xi Jinbai knew what she wanted to ask and answered directly: "It has nothing to do with me. How could they let you be bullied if they knew about our relationship?"

Sang Yu swallowed back the words that came to his lips. Indeed, the director looked surprised just now. Hiring her as a designer should not be Xi Jinbai's fault.

"Why do you still doubt yourself? With your ability, you don't need anyone to help you, right?"

The slightly rising tail note is clean and soft, like the aftertaste of red wine, light and sweet.

The tips of Sang Yu's ears were dyed a light red, and it was unclear whether it was because of his generous praise or something else.

"I didn't doubt myself, I just thought it was a coincidence."

She met him on the first day she came to Sioux City, and he happened to be the biggest sponsor of the film, so she had to think about it.

Xi Jinbai's lips curled up slightly, "This shows that we are destined."

Sang Yu's eyes were half lowered and he remained silent.

Xi Jinbai changed the subject again, "Are you full? If not, I will take you to eat something else."

Sang Yu only ate until he was half full. He lost his appetite after being looked at with such frivolous and frivolous eyes. He was about to say that he was full when he suddenly thought of something, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

Xi Jinbai had been busy in the afternoon. He had not planned to come to this dinner, but he changed his mind when he found out she was there.

Sang Yu hesitated, "I want to drink some more porridge."

Xi Jinbai raised his lips slightly and said to the driver: "Let's go to Yipin Porridge."

"Ok."

Half an hour later, the Maybach drove onto Dongcheng District Street, parked in front of the porridge shop, and then drove away after the owner got off the car.

This is a time when there are a lot of customers, and the downstairs is full of people.

Wooden tables and chairs, plum blossom pattern lighting, simple and elegant Chinese style decoration, spacious and not crowded seats, giving a simple and refined feeling.

There are many people, but it is not noisy. The melodious guzheng accompaniment and the conversation are unexpectedly harmonious.

The store manager obviously knew Xi Jinbai and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Xi, please come upstairs."