Actor: Thank you.

"What police station?"

Zhang Yuan didn't understand and repeated it.

Just from that one sentence, several people in the courtyard's card room stood up.

Thinking someone was coming to raid gambling dens, Zhang Yuan had received a tip.

According to Chinese law, playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) with three or more people is considered gathering a crowd, and a single bet exceeding 50 is considered a huge sum of money.

A single bet exceeding 100 or the total pool of funds exceeding 5000 is considered a particularly serious offense.

These people glanced at their Hong Kong and Taiwan betting scheme, which had a minimum bet of 100 and a maximum bet of 88...

When Zhang Yuan saw this group of people, he shook his head in annoyance.

But when I turned around, I saw that the diva was also stuffing the money she had won on the table into her bag.

Zhang Yuan: ...

I'm determined to take all the money I win with me, no matter what!

This is the Queen's way of ninjutsu.

"Stop, stop, stop... don't be nervous."

"I'm talking to you," he said, waving his hand quickly.

"Uncle, please explain in detail."

Logically speaking, in terms of the crosstalk profession, he and Feng Gong are of the same generation and both have the courtesy name Fanming.

But calling someone who is old enough to be his father "senior brother" is a bit disrespectful, so unless it's a formal performance occasion, he doesn't follow seniority.

Otherwise, if you're too arrogant and presumptuous, people might not say anything to your face, but they could be cursing you behind your back.

The fact that people turn to him when they encounter problems is also related to his usual behavior.

"What's up with the police station?"

"Are you driving under the influence of alcohol?"

"It wasn't me." Teacher Feng's words were full of strangeness, with an indescribable embarrassment and helplessness.

"Hey, well, tsk, one of them... well, he's my nephew, he's gotten into some trouble."

"You usually have a wide circle of friends and know a lot of people."

"I wanted to ask if you have any connections."

"Oh..." Zhang Yuan listened and felt that something was not right.

My nephew is... which means we're not that close.

But then it came back to me.

They're being so hesitant to talk about it, which suggests that not only is the matter serious, but it's also a shameful affair.

That's right, since they've already gone to the police station, it can't be anything good.

Zhang Yuan felt he needed to be cautious.

"Please explain in more detail."

Then, Wang Fei looked at Zhang Yuan sitting opposite him, whose face was as white as melting ice cream, a kind of indescribable, heart-wrenching annoyance.

"I do know some people." After listening, he replied sincerely, "But they're just police officers from Chaoyang District."

"Your matter is in... oh, right, Haidian, not the same district."

"I can ask for you."

“But this matter… is not small, and I know you are treating it as your own business.”

"A country has its laws, and a family has its rules."

"Okay, okay, I'll just ask around and get back to you in a bit."

After putting down his phone, he ran to the side and called the group in Sanlitun.

Then send it back to Feng Gong.

"That's what they told me anyway."

"They advised me not to get involved, saying it would be troublesome."

I said it's my family matter.

"Okay, I'm sorry I couldn't help."

"Let's talk again next time we have dinner."

[Received a thank you from Feng Gong, guitar basics +1!]

Whether it was successful or not is another matter, but I did my best anyway.

He sat down after saying that.

Actually, he didn't want to help after hearing about it, but the procedures still had to be followed.

They were selling Feng Gong's face.

"what's up?"

"That was pretty exciting." Wang Fei looked at him with wide eyes.

"Let's not talk about it. It's their privacy, especially since they're in the industry. Besides, you'll probably see it in the news in a few days anyway." Zhang Yuan casually brushed it off, saying, "Let's play cards."

"The most boring person is someone like you."

"It's so tempting, yet they shut up. It's annoying," the diva said as she shuffled the cards.

"It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's their privacy. They are my fellow apprentices in the crosstalk school."

"You said you'd contact me when I hold a concert."

“But Teacher Wang likes to listen, so what’s wrong with fellow students?” Zhang Yuan said righteously as he arranged the cards.

Speaking of which, this matter has a tiny bit of connection to him.

He had previously filmed "Qian Xuesen," and the person who ran into trouble was, in a sense, Qian Xuesen's... half-student and junior.

In other words, he was Ms. Ying's good student, her most famous disciple, and the eldest son of the great singer Li...

Five people!
Pooh!
You can spend some money on this kind of thing.

It won't cost much.

Even if it's prostitution?
Even sneaking around? That's just like bandits, worse than bandits!

nausea!

This matter is beyond redemption, it's disgusting!

Can I get involved in this?

Zhang Yuanxin said, "I'm sick, but I'll help with this."

Not only is he covered in shit, but this kind of guy, if we don't send him in to reflect on his actions, he'll cause even bigger trouble tomorrow.

Before, it was beating people; this time it's bullying; next time it'll be killing people!
If it weren't for the law, I would have liked to go up and kick him a couple of times.

After listening, Wang Fei looked like he had thoroughly enjoyed the gossip.

It's rare to see a diva interested in gossip; perhaps it's to relieve boredom related to her divorce.

Those around him shook their heads upon hearing this.

Some people don't take it seriously and think that if a girl goes to a bar and gets taken advantage of, she deserves it.

Zhang Yuan secretly made a mental note of this kind of person, intending to avoid contact with them in the future because they had warped values.

The diva didn't participate in the discussion, but I can't speak for other things, their family's education is alright.

The main reason is that she, as a mother, never puts pressure on her child, and at the same time, she doesn't break the law or cause trouble. The child learns from her example, so naturally, he won't be too bad.

However, Zhang Yuan only told half of what he said in front of everyone, and didn't tell the whole story.

He called the Sanlitun Police Station, which he knew, to inquire, and the news had already spread among Uncle Hat's staff.

The woman went to the police station, and the HD District Police Station has summoned several people involved.

It's just a summons; for ordinary people, they'd have to go to their door to arrest them.

If you are summoned, there will be a grace period, giving you time to find connections.

However, the director of the Sanlitun police station, who had a good relationship with him, specifically reminded him not to get involved.

Because this matter cannot be resolved peacefully!
It's not a big deal, and it has nothing to do with the law; it's just that someone doesn't want him to get away with it.

As the saying goes, once or twice is acceptable, but a third time is not.

Even if there's a connection, people will still find it annoying.

Zhang Yuan also had some connections in the military, but he didn't intend to meddle in other people's business and inquire about it.

It's best to know as little as possible about internal affairs.

"Sister Fei, I heard that Nicholas Tse has also gotten divorced." After a while, Zhang Yuan said with a half-smile.

"What does this have to do with me?" the diva replied coldly.

But his finger trembled, and he knocked over the three cards in front of him.

"It's nothing, I just feel that marriage isn't a guarantee, it's not like you can be guaranteed a lifetime after you get married."

Speaking of which, today seems to be called a big year for divorces... Zhang Yuan recalled.

Besides the diva and Nicholas Tse, Wang Feng has also divorced for the nth time.

It seems that Pan Yueming and Dong Jie are also about to divorce.

Deng Yingchao, who was overseas, also divorced Rupert Murdoch.

Deng Yingchao's divorce has become a major topic of conversation both at home and abroad.

My older sister received $1400 million in cash, a New York apartment, and a small courtyard house next to the Forbidden City.

Ordinary people marvel at how she can earn such a fortune even after her divorce.

In reality, everyone in the industry knows that Old Deng treated her like trash.

This amount of money is no different from being "kicked out" by them.

Ms. Deng is not entitled to receive money from the group and the trust.

Her two daughters will only receive money from a separate small trust, totaling tens or hundreds of millions of US dollars, and they will have to wait until they turn 18 to withdraw it.

But Sister Deng is ruthless enough.

Later, when Murdoch remarried, he had two women serve as flower girls for the old man, while he himself remained out of the picture.

After a series of actions that completely disregarded appearances, the two daughters later obtained the right to receive dividends from the family business and a share of money from the large trust, albeit in small amounts.

Whether it's money or face, they don't have a choice at all.

Zhang Yuan admired his older sister quite a bit; he looked down on the kind of woman who depended on men but still called herself an independent woman.

Furthermore, Sister Deng is also an important broker for Chinese artworks and artists going overseas, and she is also familiar with the film industry.

She made a lot of money by juggling both ends and was a well-known socialite.

She can help domestic businessmen connect with wealthy European and American businessmen or politicians.

You might actually find this kind of person useful yourself.

The diva is truly resilient. She outlasted all her mahjong partners, including Director Feng and his wife, until only Zhang Yuan and two singers remained to keep her playing.

My older sister wasn't satisfied until noon the next day. After having a bowl of wontons, she wanted to leave.

Zhang Yuan grabbed her arm and wouldn't let go.

You won over 20 yuan from me and then just left?
Write a written agreement!
You said you'd let me handle the concert, write it down!

The diva was quite straightforward; she signed the contract without even looking at it and while yawning.

After seeing him off, Zhang Yuanhuan returned to his study and opened the contract to take a look.

The contract was signed by Faye Wong...

Why didn't you sign up for spicy shredded chicken?
He was so angry that he wanted to go to her house and kidnap his beloved niece, Dou Jingtong, right then and there.

Have Huang Xiaomao keep an eye on the Queen and make sure the contract is signed properly so she doesn't renege on her promise.

He then went to catch up on his sleep.

I hadn't even slept for a few hours when I was woken up by a phone call.

Jiang Zhiqiang called him, saying he had organized a gathering.

There's a new film crew, and they asked him if he'd be interested in meeting them so they could have a meal and chat together.

Who would have thought that this meal would almost lead to someone's death... (End of Chapter)