Actor: Thank you.

These days, three-character adjectives are becoming popular.

The rich, handsome, and successful men, the beautiful, rich, and successful women, and the high-class and sophisticated women will all make their appearances.

There are also negative three-character words, such as the old word "蔫" (nìn) which means "withered and damaged," and the new word "骚浪贱" (sāo làng jiàn).

There are more people like this in life than you might imagine.

After all, as the saying goes, "Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, smoking, cheating, swindling, and stealing are all part of life."

Being promiscuous and shameless is even more common; most people exhibit some degree of it.

The word that is most likely to infuriate people is "cheap".

There are plenty of men who like sexy women.

There are plenty of women who adore playboys.

The only exception is Jian.

The male protagonist of "Love is Not Blind" is named Huang Xiaojian, who appears as a somewhat cheeky character. He is sarcastic and a little mean, but he is not a bad person at heart.

Xiao Yue's crosstalk is also known for its cheeky style, and he has a large number of fans.

However, the quality of being cheap belongs to the type that is "admirable from afar but not to be trifled with."

On the screen and on stage, I find it amusing to see a jerk who can make people laugh.

But if you have a jerk around you, you'll have a really tough time.

This is also why Zhang Yuan got up at this moment.

Because there are vile people in this house.

He's met plenty of jerks; most men in the fashion industry are jerks.

Because more than half of these people, including those in the makeup artist industry, are not sexually active and their personalities fit stereotypes very well.

But most of these people are just sarcastic, even if they act sleazy, no one would dare to be sleazy towards them.

Only a handful of people dared to act disrespectfully towards him, and today he encountered another one of them.

Why should you judge my private life?
Who I'm on good terms with is none of your business.

Did you use whether Liu Shishi knew about my relationship with Qianqian to imply something?

Zhang Yuan gave Jia Shikai a deep look, then turned to look at Cai Yinong.

Boss Cai's expression stiffened; his subordinate had just taken a risky move.

It hit the flaw in Zhang Yuan's problem logic, making his problem incoherent.

But can this really solve today's problems?

Seeing that Zhang Yuan's momentum seemed to have subsided slightly, Boss Cai's heartbeat gradually slowed down.

It seems to really work!
After all, it wouldn't sound good if a popular male star like him had ambiguous relationships with two popular female stars.

Mr. Cai felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and the pressure suddenly decreased.

"Zhang Yuan..."

“I have a question,” he interrupted before the other person could speak.

"Go ahead," Mr. Cai asked cautiously, a little nervous.

But Zhang Yuan suddenly veered the subject completely off-topic.

Where is the nearest bubble tea shop around here?

"I'm craving bubble tea."

Cai Yinong and Jia Shikai exchanged a quick glance.

Very good!
He changed the subject, indicating that he had really been hit where it hurt and didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Boss Cai quickly put on a smiling face.

"What brand do you want to drink? Several chain brands around here have them."

"I have an order, let's order takeout."

"No need, it's fine as long as it's available. I'll have my assistant buy it; it'll be faster that way." Zhang Yuan turned around and waved to his assistant at the door.

After he sat down again, his assistant came to his side and whispered a few words in her ear.

"What would you like to drink? It's on me."

"The same is fine."

"Okay, three cups of bubble tea..." he said, giving his assistant a wink.

Zhao Dandan nodded to indicate that she understood, then stopped guarding the door and left.

Before long, several heads popped up at the door; they were all staff members of the sugar figurine company.

Brother Long left as well, so no one stopped him anymore.

"What are you looking at? Go back to work!" Boss Cai said sternly, shooing everyone away.

Family scandals should not be aired in public. The fact that Zhang Yuan violently broke into the door should not be publicized; it would be shameful for him.

Then Zhang Yuan's expression softened, and he chatted with the two men in the office with the broken door frame.

"I will personally look into Liu Shishi's matter."

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

“Not only her, but I will also question and punish the crew members.”

"I will handle this matter seriously."

Boss Cai made a guarantee, but Zhang Yuan did not react to it.

There was no nodding, no agreement, and no expression of satisfaction.

They seemed not to have heard at all.

Dengdeng!

It wasn't until his phone beeped with a text message that his expression changed after he glanced at his phone, remaining as composed as a mountain.

Something's not right... Boss Cai noticed that Zhang Yuan's aura had become suppressed again.

And it's different from when they barged in before.

If we were to use a color analogy, it would be a fiery red.

Now it has a dark red color, somewhat similar to the hardened surface of lava.

"Why hasn't the milk tea arrived yet?" Boss Cai casually made some small talk, trying to lighten the mood.

But Zhang Yuan remained completely unmoved.

"Mr. Cai, I have another question for you." His tone was flat and monotone, as calm as a robot asking a question.

"Is Mr. Jia Shikai in charge of and responsible for the publicity and promotion of Sugarman Films and its artists?"

"Yes, he is in charge of publicity for the company and the artists."

“Okay.” Zhang Yuan turned to look at the man: “So that means all the rumors and smears about Liu Qianqian were created by him.”

"That's right!"

Jia Shikai felt as if his body had been pierced by two sharp swords.

Zhang Yuan's eyes gleamed red, like those of a native, as he stared intently at him.

"This……"

“I’m asking if it is,” Zhang Yuan emphasized.

With the spirit of "better to die than to die myself," Boss Cai naturally had to shift the blame onto the other party.

"Yes."

“Very good.” He finished speaking in a posture that seemed somewhat strange to ordinary people.

Without using his hands, he slowly rose from the sofa using only the strength of his waist and abdomen.

"Let me confirm again." He walked up to Jia Shikai and stood still.

Although he was dressed in casual clothes, a loose top and pants, his tone of voice gave the other person an extremely formal feeling.

"You manage the company's marketing and publicity, right?"

"me."

"I'm asking you a question as a shareholder of the company. As a company employee, can't you even answer the question about your own job responsibilities?"

"It's me... I'm in charge of online and offline marketing under General Manager Cai's leadership." This person, still very shrewd, pulled the boss along.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yuan nodded at this point.

"It seems you've been highly regarded these past few years, and your income is quite good." He pointed to the other man's waist.

She wore an H belt from the same brand as the one she wore.

Mr. Xu's specialty is giving away belts of this brand to everyone he meets.

However, he himself uses limited editions made of rare leathers such as crocodile skin, while the ones he gives away are made of ordinary cowhide.

Zhang Yuan has always felt that these foreign brands with big logos are actually quite tacky, including LV, which is covered in trademarks.

If any domestic brand does this, be prepared for a bunch of people to criticize them for being uncultured and tasteless.

But once you put a foreign brand label on it, a group of people start to praise it as fashionable. You don't understand.

"Not bad." Jia Shikai glanced down at his waist and cleared his throat.

Asking this question and pointing to my branded belt, are you planning to use your shareholder status to investigate me and get me into trouble?

This is troublesome; if you want to find fault, you can always find something to criticize.

If they kick me out of my anger again, I'll be the one taking the blame, and I'll be at a huge loss.

As he was thinking, his eyes darted around.

Zhang Yuan watched this despicable man rack his brains and thought to himself, "Your thinking is futile."

Open at the same time.

"Nice belt, let me take a look."

"what?"

"Take it off so I can see."

"Oh!" The man quickly unzipped his trousers: "I just bought these. My style doesn't suit them. You're more suitable."

With the intention of presenting him with a treasure, I planned to give him the belt.

He felt the other party was after his things. This belt cost over ten thousand, which is quite valuable these days, but he gritted his teeth and gave it away, thinking it was better than something else going wrong.

Zhang Yuan took the belt, glanced at the metal H-shaped buckle, and then rubbed the leather with his fingers.

That's all there is to it.

Without this brand, it would only be worth 500.

He sneered inwardly.

What kind of person do you take me for?
I'd rather have your belt than you?
Hey!
I have plenty of good stuff at home, but I'm too lazy to use it.

Besides, no matter how good your belt is, is it made of genuine leather?

North America is truly tough; after all, they practiced on Native Americans before the founding of the nation.

He asked the other person to unbuckle his belt, not for use, of course.

Instead, he weighed it in his hand a few times and found a balance between the weight of the belt and the lock.

“This belt goes best with gray trousers…” Jia Shikai was still saying.

Suddenly, I heard a whooshing sound of wind beside my ear.

At the same time, a fleeting afterimage flashed before my eyes.

He didn't understand what was going on; he just felt like he wanted to open his mouth to ask, but his mouth wouldn't obey him.

A few seconds later, I felt a slight numbness in my lips, followed by a sweet sensation.

It wasn't the honey-sweet kind of sweet; it was a faint sweetness with a hint of iron.

Along with this sweetness, a needle-like pain emerged from the numbness and leaped onto the lips.

His eyes widened like saucers, and he shakily raised his hand to touch his lips.

It's wet.

A few streaks of blood stained my fingertips.

It wasn't bleeding profusely, but it still stained my fingers red.

"You...hit me?"

Only then did he manage to squeeze out a few words, his chaotic mind piecing together the fragmented images from before.

The afterimage was clearly the way his belt had passed by, and the sound of the wind was the sound of something cutting through the air.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the belt in his hand.

Can not be done.

The skin was so stiff that I couldn't control my strength and ended up breaking the other person's lip.

Moreover, the speed at which it is swung is not ideal.

It seems that even 500 is not worth it.

"You hit me?"

"You hit me!"

"They're hitting someone..."

He covered his mouth and shouted a few times, but before he could finish, another whooshing sound rang out.

He felt his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Immediately, a burning sensation came from my throat.

Zhang Yuan slapped his neck a second time, silencing his vocal cords and physically cutting him off.

Now the other party can't even scream for help.

He looked at Zhang Yuan with utter terror in his eyes. He never expected that the other party would change his attitude so suddenly and attack without warning, without even a starting move, giving him no time to react.

This guy knows that only the boss can save him now.

But when he looked to Cai Yinong for help, he found that the female boss had already hidden behind her desk.

Now only the top of his head and two eyes are showing, peeking out like a thief.

The speed at which they find cover is comparable to that of the protagonists in some third-person shooter games.

"As the company's head of publicity and marketing."

"You can only speak when the boss tells you to." Zhang Yuan glanced at Cai Yinong out of the corner of his eye, quite satisfied with her demeanor.

"So I'm going to slap you."

"When it comes to publicity and marketing, you can only speak out once the boss has determined the direction of the message."

"So I'm going to slap your throat."

“And another thing.” His tone was icy cold.

"Is it any of your business what I do in my personal life?"

"You should do your job well, then keep your mouth shut and your mind clear."

"Don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't think what you shouldn't think."

Do you understand?

The three most famous emperors in the history of the Qing Dynasty were Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong.

Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong, grandfather and grandson, actually both looked down on their son and father, Emperor Yongzheng.

Emperor Qianlong, in particular, disapproved of his father in many ways, and his aesthetic taste was closer to that of his grandfather.

One point in particular that Qianlong greatly disdained.

That's because his father loved to argue with his ministers and the masses.

Emperor Yongzheng was a notorious critic in the feudal era.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come up with something like "The Record of Awakening from Delusion."

The origin of this book is the "Zeng Jing Case" during the Yongzheng reign.

In reality, it was the Eighth Prince's faction that was stirring up trouble, attempting to undermine the foundation for Yongzheng's succession through public opinion, while also inciting others to rebel.

Zeng Jing was the one who instigated Yue Zhongqi, the Governor-General of Sichuan and Shaanxi, to rebel, but he was denounced by Yue.

How did Emperor Yongzheng deal with Zeng Jing?

They spared his life, and did so intentionally.

Because Emperor Yongzheng always wanted to prove himself, he felt that everyone misunderstood him and that he was wronged.

I will make those who disagree with me submit.

He always had a "I have to prove my innocence" mentality, and he elevated his own image, especially in terms of morality, to a very high level.

Then, as soon as Qianlong ascended the throne, he had Zeng Jing executed by dismemberment on charges of slandering the late emperor.

Emperor Qianlong: Father, your punches weren't fierce enough, nor were they fast enough back then!

Why waste your breath talking to him?

I am the emperor, why should I confront them? Prove it yourself.
If you're not convinced, then die.

If beheading doesn't work, then slow slicing will do, with the added bonus of exterminating nine generations of relatives and three generations of relatives. Is there anyone who still objects?

Compared to his son, Emperor Yongzheng was indeed indecisive.

Top emperors are all ruthless.

Like Erfeng, historical records show that she has cried in public dozens of times; she's a real crybaby.

Did he hesitate during the Xuanwu Gate Incident?

They're ruthlesser than anyone else.

When Zhang Yuan heard Jia Shikai mention both Little Lion and Qianqian together and speak to him in a threatening tone, he deeply agreed with Qianlong's approach.

I'm going to talk to you about my private life?

Why?
Who do you think you are to dare bring this up in front of me?

Who gave you the right to judge me?

Besides, if I don't interrupt them now, do you expect me to wait for them to go out and talk about this later, or use this to blackmail me?
Just when you're worried about not having a target, you draw circles on yourself.

This is a scandal that's hard to talk about; a popular male star and several female stars...

But as long as no one dares to say it, isn't that fine?

When Zhang Yuan first heard him say this, he looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a rare animal. That's because rare animals are rare because they are almost all dying.

Rare.

It seems you still don't understand me.

I've been overly polite to you in the past.

So today is today!
I'll let you get to know me again.

So he started swinging his arm again.

"Get up!" Zhang Yuan roared.

The other party was terrified and didn't care about the stinging and itching all over their body.

It wasn't pain anymore, it was an itchy pain, a tingling sensation all over my body that made me lose all sense of temperature.

He endured the pain and straightened up.

He tried to stand up but couldn't. He stumbled and knelt down in front of Zhang Yuan.

"Now I'm giving you a choice too."

Zhang Yuan's anger subsided slightly, and his tone became calm again.

At the same time, he took out his own phone, unlocked it, and pressed the numbers 110, then placed it in front of the other person.

He then kicked the broken belt, now in two pieces, next to the phone.

"I'll let you choose for yourself."

"You can use your phone to call the police and have me arrested."

"Or pick up the belt and hand it to me."

Zhang Yuan looked down at him from his elevated position.

"Come on, choose." (End of Chapter)