Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 216 Green Tea Techniques

That night.

The Peninsula Hotel.

Chen Jiajun, director of "Wrong Car", Yu Kanping, and Zhao Yazhi sat facing each other in a coffee shop.

As soon as they sat down and the waiter brought them coffee, Chen Jiajun said apologetically, "Sister Zhi, I'm sorry I was too busy at the end of last year. I only just found the time to invite you to the audition."

"Sir Chen, you're too kind."

It had been a few months since she last saw Chen Jiajun, who was now a knight, so Zhao Yazhi used honorifics.

"Don't call me Sir Chen, call me Ah Jun."

“Yes, Ah Jun,” Zhao Yazhi hesitated for a moment before calling out.

Chen Jiajun introduced the director beside him, saying, "This is Director Yu, from Taiwan. Director Yu, would you like to conduct a simple audition for Miss Zhao?"

“Alright, Sir Chen.” Director Yu nodded, then looked at Zhao Yazhi and asked her some questions about the script.

The script had been in Zhao Yazhi's hands for several months, and it was so worn out from being read so many times that the edges were creased. Zhao Yazhi could answer almost every question Director Yu asked without hesitation.

Finally, Director Yu selected a segment for Zhao Yazhi to perform impromptu.

It has to be said that the leading ladies of the 1980s, even those who were just pretty faces, had acting skills that completely surpassed those of the young heartthrobs and fairies of the past.

After the audition, Director Yu nodded to Chen Jiajun with satisfaction and said, "As expected of the person you value, boss."

“If I didn’t have some skills, how could I dare to recommend you?” Chen Jiajun pulled out a contract and said, “Sister Zhi, this is the contract. My fee for this movie is 300 million…”

"300 million? Isn't that a bit too much?" Zhao Yazhi exclaimed in shock.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "No, I have an additional clause. After we finish working together on this movie, I hope you can consider Hongxing Films."

Sign the contract.

Zhao Yazhi drove home at 11 p.m.

Seeing that the light in her husband's room was off, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and went to her son's room instead.

Since Zhao Yazhi started taking on film roles, her son has been cared for by a maid. Although Zhao Yazhi avoids spending time with her husband, she often comes home during the day to see her son when she has free time.

Her son was already fast asleep, and Zhao Yazhi, afraid of waking him, simply stood quietly by his side with a smile.

Just then, Zhao Yazhi's husband, Huang Hanwei, came out of the bedroom and quietly waved to the maid who was carrying a coat and a handbag.

The maid approached Huang Hanwei and asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

Huang Hanwei snatched the coat and handbag from the maid's hands and said, "Go and rest, I'll take care of it."

The maid didn't think much of it and tiptoed back to her room to sleep.

After the maid left.

Huang Hanwei's face, which had been smiling just moments before, suddenly darkened. He unzipped his handbag and rummaged through it, quickly finding a small box.

Upon opening the box, I found a delicate and beautiful diamond-encrusted bracelet inside.

Upon seeing the diamond-encrusted bracelet, Huang Hanwei's eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were spitting fire.

Continuing to rummage through the bag, Huang Hanwei found the love letter in his side pocket: "My dearest Zhi: We have known each other for over a year..."

Zhao Yazhi spent some time with her son before preparing to wash up and go to bed, only to see her husband sitting in the living room with the light on: "Why aren't you asleep so late?"

Huang Hanwei asked with a sarcastic laugh, "Wait until I'm asleep before you go out to meet your lover?"

Seeing that Huang Hanwei was in a bad mood tonight, Zhao Yazhi went straight to the bathroom and said, "I've had enough of arguing, I don't want to argue with you anymore."

Now she is completely focused on her work.

"Don't want to argue with me? I want to argue with you." Huang Hanwei suddenly stood up, slamming the love letter on the table: "No wonder you want to sleep in a separate room from me, it's all because of that pretty boy?"

"Fine, everyone on set knows you cheated on me, and I'm the only one kept in the dark..."

Seeing her husband's words becoming increasingly outrageous, Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but ask, "What kind of temper are you throwing now?"

"I'm throwing a tantrum?" Huang Hanwei asked, holding the bracelet in his hand. "What is this? Don't tell me you bought it yourself."

Zhao Yazhi's expression changed. She had planned to return the bracelet to Huang Yuanshen another day, but she didn't expect her husband to find it. She could only bite the bullet and say, "Why can't I have bought it myself? What have you given me since we got married?"

"You bought it yourself? Heh heh." Huang Hanwei sneered, threw the love letter at Zhao Yazhi's face, and cursed, "You slut, the evidence is right here, and you still dare to deny it."

Zhao Yazhi was shocked and confused when she saw the love letter. She remembered throwing it in the trash can, so how did it end up in her husband's possession?

Huang Hanwei said angrily, "What? Caught red-handed, you dare not deny it?"

Zhao Yazhi said urgently, "Hanwei, let me explain, it's really not what you think..."

Huang Hanwei interrupted, "What explanation do you need? What have I, Huang Hanwei, done to wrong you?"

"You've treated me well, so how could I have wronged you?" Zhao Yazhi couldn't explain at all. She had been holding back her anger for years, and now it finally exploded: "What did you say before we got married? You've become a different person after we got married."

"And your mother, you two just want to keep me locked up at home. It's like I've committed murder when I go out to film. When I come home, you all give me attitude."

"It's one thing for me to stay at home, but you're out all day and never come home. I have to live with your mother's face all day long."

"Everything you do is wrong. She keeps scolding you the moment you make a mistake. Is this living a normal life or being in jail?"

"Then what do you want me to do?" Huang Hanwei roared. "She's my mother, and you're my wife. Do you think it's easy for me to be caught in the middle? Because of you, I've even fallen out with my mother and moved out to live separately. And you say I'm never home? Please, I'm a doctor, I have to do my job."

I, Huang Hanwei, swear I've never had a woman outside of my life, and I've never done anything to betray you. And you? You go out and find other men the moment you step in the door. How can you face me like this?"

Zhao Yazhi also shouted, "I've said it before, Huang Yuanshen and I are innocent. I don't want to say anymore. You're just like your mother, you just don't like me!"

"Snapped!"

Seeing that his wife was unrepentant, Huang Hanwei was so angry that he slapped her, sending Zhao Yazhi flying to the ground.

"You actually hit me?" Zhao Yazhi asked incredulously.

Huang Hanwei regretted his actions afterward, but the thought of the love letter and bracelet reignited his anger: "You deserve to be beaten, I'll beat you to death, you shameless woman who steals men!" Heartbroken, Zhao Yazhi screamed hysterically, "Yes, I go out every day to find other men. If you don't like it, then get a divorce!"

Hearing Zhao Yazhi admit it herself, Huang Hanwei became even angrier and roared, "Fine, let's get a divorce! I must have been blind to marry a shameless bitch like you."

A family that could have been saved was completely destroyed by that phone call from Lao Yu.

The next morning, Chen Jiajun received a call from Zhao Yazhi as soon as he got up.

On the phone, Zhao Yazhi's voice was hoarse: "Ah Jun, this is Zhizhi. I'm so sorry, I just signed the contract and I'm calling you right away..."

"Sister Zhi, what happened?" Chen Jiajun asked.
Zhao Yazhi touched her swollen face and said, "It's nothing. I'm just sick and need to rest for two or three days to get back into shape."

"Okay, it's alright, you just need to get some rest."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun busied himself in the Guojun Building for a while before heading out to Zhao Ya's house.

He was representing the entire cast and crew of "Wrong Car" to visit Zhao Yazhi.

correct.

This reason sounds very convincing.

Chen Jiajun rang the doorbell. A maid answered the door and asked warily, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Chen Jiajun said politely, "Hello, I am the producer of the film crew of 'Wrong Car' from Hongxing Film Studio. I heard that Ms. Zhao Yazhi is sick, so I came to visit her on behalf of the crew."

Upon hearing that it was the film crew coming to offer their condolences, the maid hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sir, please wait a moment while I inform Madam."

Chen Jiajun smiled very politely and said, "Please go ahead."

"Mr. Chen? Please invite him in immediately."

Upon hearing that it was Chen Jiajun, Zhao Yazhi quickly put her son in the stroller, got up, picked up her makeup bag, and went to the bathroom. Looking at the slap mark on her face, she didn't have time to put on makeup, so she simply let her hair down to cover half of her face. Then she hurriedly went to the living room, picked up her son, and pretended that nothing had happened.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun, led by the maid, entered the living room. He carried a lot of expensive fruits and some dried abalone: ​​"Sister Zhi, I came here specially to bring you some tonics."

Zhao Yazhi quickly looked up and said with a forced smile, "Ah Jun, please sit wherever you like. I'm not feeling well, so I won't keep you company."

With his keen observation skills, Chen Jiajun immediately noticed that Zhao Yazhi was acting strangely today.

He sat down on the sofa to Zhao Yazhi's right without any hesitation and said, "Sister Zhi, colds are very contagious. Children have weak immune systems, so it's best for you to have less contact with children while you're sick to avoid passing on the cold virus to them. Let me hold them for you."

Zhao Yazhi had no choice but to hand her son over to Chen Jiajun: "It was my oversight."

Chen Jiajun picked up the child and, seeing that he was well-behaved and not crying, he quite liked him. He gently pinched the child's nose and asked, "Little guy, what's your name?"

Zhao Yazhi instructed from the side, "Xiao Guang, quickly call him uncle."

"Ah, ah..." The child waved his little hands, babbling incoherently, when suddenly a few words popped out: "Dad... Dad..."

dad?

Is this a sign that he's destined to become a father unexpectedly?

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but laugh, and said to the somewhat embarrassed Zhao Yazhi, "It seems that I have a special connection with Xiao Guang. How about I become his godfather?"

Zhao Yazhi had a good impression of Chen Jiajun, and besides, Chen Jiajun was of noble status, so she couldn't be happier: "Okay."

As Zhao Yazhi moved, some of the hair covering her face swayed away, revealing a section of still somewhat bruised finger marks.

Huang Hanwei's slap last night was really strong.

No wonder Zhao Yazhi didn't dare to go to work today; the slap mark on her face hasn't faded yet.

Upon seeing the handprint, Chen Jiajun asked, half-jokingly and half-furiously, "Which bastard did this?"

"No, it's nothing." Zhao Yazhi covered her face with her hands. This was not something to be proud of, and she didn't want Chen Jiajun to know.

Chen Jiajun looked furious, which frightened the little child he was holding into tears. He took the opportunity to grab Zhao Yazhi's little hand and asked, "Who hit you? I'll go and get justice for you."

Seeing Chen Jiajun's anxious and angry expression, Zhao Yazhi felt helpless but also a little touched. However, it was not appropriate to talk about the couple fighting with each other to outsiders, especially since Chen Jiajun was a member of the underworld. She was afraid that Chen Jiajun would act impulsively and cause trouble.

Huang Hanwei deserved to be beaten by Chen Jiajun, but what if Chen Jiajun gets extorted by the Huang family?
"Ah Jun, please stop asking, okay? I'll handle my own affairs."

Chen Jiajun was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Was it your husband who hit you?"

Zhao Yazhi pleaded urgently, "Ah Jun, can you keep this a secret for me? You absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

When two people share a secret, that's the beginning of their growing intimacy.

Of course, sometimes this is also the beginning of a feud, but Chen Jiajun will not allow the latter to happen.

Chen Jiajun was secretly delighted, but his expression was hesitant. After a long while, he nodded seriously and said, "Okay, Sister Zhi, I swear I will never tell anyone about this."

But if that bastard dares to lay a hand on you again, just call me, and I'll come over to protect you even in the dead of night.

"Thank you……"

Zhao Yazhi was suddenly so moved that she wanted to cry.

Taking the opportunity, Chen Jiajun moved closer with the child in his arms, sat down next to Zhao Yazhi, patted her shoulder with his large hand, and asked in an extremely gentle voice, knowing full well what he meant, "Sister Zhi, I know you are a good woman and would never do anything to betray your husband, so why did he hit you?"

Zhao Yazhi also wanted to confide in someone, and at this point, Chen Jiajun was someone she could trust to talk to.
Zhao Yazhi felt wronged when she thought about the whole thing, and she sobbed as she recounted her experiences and circumstances over the past few years.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Jiajun reached out and put his hand on Zhao Yazhi's shoulder, pulling her into his arms to comfort her. His other arm was still holding a small child, who stared with bright, wide eyes at his sobbing mother and the strange uncle with a puzzled look.

Once Zhao Yazhi started talking, she became more and more upset, and tears kept falling down her face.

"Sister Zhi, don't be sad. I believe you. You would never do such a thing."

Chen Jiajun gently stroked Zhao Yazhi's back: "You should have explained things clearly to your husband last night and communicated well. Couples should make up after a fight in bed. There's no such thing as a grudge that lasts overnight. As long as the misunderstanding is cleared up, any trouble can be resolved."

There are techniques to sowing discord.

If Chen Jiajun keeps talking about breaking up Zhao Yazhi and her husband, she is likely to feel disgusted.

However, Chen Jiajun's advice to reconcile rather than separate made Zhao Yazhi feel even more that Chen Jiajun genuinely cared about her.

(End of this chapter)