Actor: Thank you.

At the dinner table, Zhang Yuan scratched his head.

He then used the wine bottle to look at his face.

Green... He put down the beer bottle.

The bottle is green.

Wu Xiubo was still bragging to himself.

"Girls from single-parent families are the easiest to win over!"

"Lack of fatherly love!"

"I'm the kind of guy who's most into middle-aged men like me," Brother Wu said, pointing to himself.

"Everyone outside says her mother is very strict and always follows her around."

"Believe it or not, it's no use even if her mother is here."

“I can handle it even in front of her mother.”

Zhang Yuan scratched his head. "Why do I feel like what he's saying is about me..."

He won over Xiaolongnu right in front of Liu Xiaoli.

I suspect you've installed surveillance cameras around me!

As for girls from single-parent families liking older men...

That's a common saying.

Single-parent girls who live with their mothers are prone to two extremes.

Masculinity involves faking a father figure and being obsessed with men who resemble fathers.

In short, they are all trying to fill their own emotional void.

However, these two situations are actually rare; most people are perfectly normal.

Lazy Sheep is better off than most people, and her mother gives her a lot of attention.

In addition, family members, elders, and godfather also provided a lot of support.

Besides, her biological father is also an educated man, and it's not like they've lost contact.

Stereotypes are undesirable.

Zhang Yuan pondered that if she liked handsome older men, it was probably because they were handsome...

As for praising Wu Xiubo...

Zhang Yuan remembered that they had filmed "The Four Great Shopkeepers" together.

As I said before, Wu Xiubo could only play villains before, and it's the same in this drama.

The Four Great Detectives is now getting a sequel, and it's going to be a second and third installment filmed together.

Although the box office was only so-so, it still grossed over 100 million.

Moreover, the production cost is low, and many costumes and scenes can be reused, so why not?

He guessed that the so-called praise was just polite talk.

Xiaolongnu would praise everyone she met and try to find different angles to express her emotions, rarely showing any negative feelings.

This is due to her strict upbringing; Liu Xiaoli is very strict with her children.

There's a saying that goes, "Being polite is a blessing."

Zhang Yuan estimated that it was probably like this.

Wu Xiubo became famous, and then she went wild.

Other young girls, even actresses, for various reasons.

Whether they were genuinely attracted by his charisma and appearance, deceived by his sweet talk, or drawn by his fame and wealth, they were all drawn by him.

In short, it's easy for him to find a mistress now.

It's not just the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh mistresses... it's easy for them to happen, and it really does.

That's what led to his downfall.

Of course, it's not that simple, but it's still an important contributing factor.

This is what they call "Don't be fooled by how much fun you're having now, one day you'll be held accountable."

Humans have a tendency to think inertia. Once they have succeeded in something, they will use it as an example to keep trying.

Just like a prostitute believes that all women in the world would sell themselves, only at different prices.

Zhao Decai believes that when men look at women, they should focus on their breasts and buttocks.

They all view the world based on their own experiences.

Wu Xiubo naturally thought that since he had slept with dozens of young women, all young women would kneel down at the sight of him.

Even Zhang Yuan couldn't figure it out.

At first, I wondered if I had misheard.

But the other party was still bragging, talking about how he planned to win her over, and how he would "cultivate" her to become his little follower and lover.

Zhang Yuan's thoughts drifted to his junior sister.

It feels somewhat familiar.

It seems that mature men are indeed attractive to young women.

Junior sister has both parents, so she doesn't have any single-parent issues, right?

We must not let a single leaf obscure our view or generalize from limited information.

Zhang Yuanzheng and Yu Yu were talking, but Wu Xiubo was still talking.

He didn't realize that after he gave the girl's name, the once lively table instantly became half quiet.

Even Tang Wei, the "honest man" who had been silent and just watching him show off, showed a look of horror.

His eyes kept glancing towards Zhang Yuan.

Director Xue Xiaolu was unaware of this and was still echoing Wu Xiubo's sentiments.

But the rest of Jiang Zhiqiang's men and the company staff fell silent instantly, their breathing becoming labored.

Several people have already made excuses to get up and go to the toilet.

slip away...

Don't splatter my blood.

"Wave!"

"Wave!"

Some people who were close to Wu Xiubo noticed that everyone's expressions were off, especially Zhang Yuan, who had just been smiling and greeting them, and who had lowered his head and remained silent, realizing that something was wrong.

I quickly reminded them.

"Shh..."

"Hey, hey!"

It took several shouts to finally bring the truth to mind, pulling Wu Xiubo, who had been lost in her daydreams, back to reality.

"what happened?"

“Wu Sheng…” Jiang Zhiqiang’s men explained to him at this moment.

Watch your bragging, the person in question is here!
"Oh dear!" After hearing that, I realized what was happening.

This representative of the "handsome middle-aged man" felt a chill run through his body, and his drunkenness subsided considerably.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke after drinking."

"I can't hold my liquor, so I shouldn't drink, because I talk nonsense when I'm drunk."

Zhang Yuan remained silent. A truly drunk person wouldn't react rationally, and he was too lazy to expose the other person's excuse.

But this matter cannot be left unresolved.

I don't care about saving face!
What will I do if word gets out?
We need to make this person sober up and stop messing around in their own production or in the crews where their own people are involved.

"It's nothing," Zhang Yuan said, raising his hand to greet them.

"You're so generous..."

"Just be more careful in your next life." Zhang Yuan nodded.

Wu Xiubo: ...

Upon hearing this, the assistant and Brother Long took two steps forward.

"Just kidding."

"Let's drink."

"It's no big deal if someone talks big or nonsense after drinking."

What does this mean?

"That means Brother Bo hasn't had enough to drink yet!"

Zhang Yuan smiled and waved: "Dandan."

He glanced at the wine counter, then gestured three with his hand.

The assistant nodded, squinted, glanced at Wu Xiubo, and then turned away.

She and Sisi were the closest, and hearing what Sisi said earlier, she now felt there was some personal grudge involved.

He immediately brought three bottles of Wuliangye liquor and placed them in front of Wu Xiubo.

It wasn't handled gently; it was slammed down hard, producing three loud bangs that echoed several times in the private room before dissipating.

“This…” Wu Xiubo glanced at the three bottles of one-jin (500ml) baijiu.

That's three catties of wine!

He understood what the other party meant.

If I could drink it all...

"Um, I'm sorry."

I'm so sorry.

"My apologies, my apologies."

"However, as you said before, there are no distinctions of rank at the dinner table, and no one is forced to drink."

"Dandan!" Zhang Yuan didn't give him a chance to finish speaking and instead started scolding his subordinate.

"Aren't there any rules?"

"He serves wine to people but doesn't open it for them!"

"Oh!" The assistant nodded vigorously, then picked up a bottle.

call!
With a single chop to the neck, the bottle flew off.

These are little tricks that Zhang Yuan had her practice so she could show off at drinking parties and gatherings.

Wu Xiubo's eyes widened immediately when she saw the wine bottle with its "neck" cut off.

His eyes have become much clearer.

Two more taps, and the remaining two bottles were opened as well.

"Zhang Yuan, you're all friends," director Xue Xiaolu tried to persuade him.

"Director Xue, I respect you very much because you are a senior." "But from the perspective of the production team, I am the investor."

"You, like Brother Wu, are taking my money to complete your work."

“I don’t know about other companies, but in our company, whoever pays the money has the final say,” Zhang Yuan retorted, cutting her off directly.

You want some too?

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiaolu dared not say anything.

They showed absolutely no respect to me, their senior.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had heard a rumor before.

It's said that someone is preventing Zhang Yuan from attending the Beijing Film Academy, so he wants to instigate a major conflict between the two academies...

Anyway, it's already out in the news.

Xue Xiaolu was from the Literature Department of Beijing Film Academy. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stopped talking.

Seeing that the director was silent, Wu Xiubo turned her gaze to Tang Wei.

What can be seen are the heroine's innocent yet helpless big eyes.

I don't know, so don't look at it.

After being "blacklisted," Tang Wei finally became smarter than before and knew how to play dumb... Of course, with her intelligence, it wasn't necessarily an act; she could just show her true feelings.

Wu Xiubo looked at the three bottles of wine in front of her, then at Zhang Yuan, who had no expression on his face.

The other person's expression revealed no emotion.

Only then did he realize that the junior in the entertainment industry who had been calling him brother was just a pretender.

His smile was just a protective facade.

Peel back the outer garment, and inside lies an ancient, ferocious beast.

"I admit I misspoke, and I apologize again."

“But we’re both from the capital, and I also came from a military compound.”

"Maybe we should just give up." This person still wanted to try and change their mind.

I really don't want to drink it.

"The compound?"

Zhang Yuan wiped his upper lip and rested his chin on his hand.

"Oh, I see."

"I don't come from a privileged background, so you won't drink my wine, is that what you mean?"

"No, no, no..." Wu Xiubo waved his hands hastily.

Still trying to pull this on me?
Zhang Yuan glanced at him sideways.

Are you trying to intimidate me by mentioning the high-ranking officials?

Okay, I'll let you have your way. I'll spread the word tomorrow.

Seeing that his little scheme had been foiled in one move, he became awkward.

“Angkor, I heard you used to perform at bars for many years.”

"Back when you were in the bar, did you have this same attitude when customers offered you a drink?"

"It wouldn't be appropriate to refuse a toast offered in kind."

"Furthermore, your remarks just now, regardless of whether they involved me or the people around me, were very offensive." Zhang Yuan stopped pretending and directly pointed it out.

Tang Wei nodded slightly, agreeing with his straightforwardness.

"You are married, yet you engage in numerous extramarital affairs and take pride in it."

“I believe you’ve said this to us more than just today.”

"So many people, both inside and outside the industry, are aware of this situation."

"Our company has a separate risk assessment and control system for the artists participating in our works."

If the other party asks what system it is.

It means I nod or shake my head.

It's that simple and efficient.

"In your case, the risk level is extremely high."

"If your extramarital affair is exposed during the film's production, especially after it's finished and just before its release."

"Then the work will encounter unpredictable and difficult-to-calculate censorship and financial risks."

"Director Xue, am I right?" He looked at Xue Xiaolu.

Director Xue dared not utter a sound.

This accusation is so accurate and harsh; what can I say?

You mean... you don't want him to act anymore?

Xue Xiaolu wasn't familiar with him. If she were, she would know that Zhang Yuan wasn't someone who cared much about the character and morality of his subordinates, provided, of course, that these shortcomings wouldn't cause him any loss, whether financial or emotional.

No one in the world is perfect, and in our line of work, there are hardly any perfect people; even normal people are few and far between.

If I cared about that, then there would be no one available.

He said that, of course, not that he didn't want the other party to act.

The market speaks for itself; people love to see handsome older men. Wu Xiubo's recent image marketing has been very successful, and as long as he can make money, that's all that matters.

As for flirtatious remarks and private life issues, as long as they are under control, that's fine.

His act of forcing others to do things against their will was just an act.

A lesson is still necessary; the other party needs to be taught to listen and know what they should and shouldn't do.

At the same time, there is also...

“But as Angkor said, we all come from the same compound, and we’re all brothers in this business.”

"Emotionally, I support you."

"But I'm not happy that you don't drink the wine I offer you."

"And one more thing," he pointed at the other person, "business is business."

"You have to bear the consequences of your mistakes."

"I just asked you, what should you do if a customer offers you a drink when you used to work at a bar?"

"Also, if you said those kinds of things to the woman a customer brought, how would the bar owner treat you?"

Wu Xiubo tensed up... You're not going to do me, are you?!

What he did just now would have cost at least a dozen beers 20 years ago.

It's not about drinking with your mouth, it's about drinking with your brain.

I'll only be done once I've opened each one for you.

“This is a civilized society, and we’re not a violent gang.” Zhang Yuan glanced at Brother Long behind him.

Brother Long exerted himself so hard that his pectoral muscles almost popped the buttons off his shirt.

Just because I don't use violence doesn't mean I can't.

I can do without it, but I can't live without it.

"Let's use civilized methods."

"One penalty drink."

"Two fines."

"We'll deduct it from your salary."

His goal, of course, is to drive down the price!
I'll also grab some bargains while I'm at it.

Getting angry won't help, since they're just saying it and nothing actually happened.

In addition, since the other party is indeed from the diplomatic compound, going too far would cause trouble.

I was originally planning to negotiate a lower price, but now you've given me a perfect excuse, so I might as well take advantage of it.

"Of course, you can choose not to drink, or you can choose not to perform."

Zhang Yuanyan has said all he needs to say; you can judge for yourself.

Wu Xiubo glanced at her assistant, then at Zhang Yuan's bodyguard.

Their eyes were like daggers.

If you don't want to drink alcohol, then have wontons or noodles... He understood what he meant.

If you don't drink it yourself, someone will feed you.

I'd better do it myself; at least I can escape a bit.

I picked up the cup with the broken neck and tried to pour it directly into my mouth, even if it leaked a little.

But at this moment, the assistant, who usually doesn't seem very bright, took initiative.

Hand him a mug of draft beer.

Wu Xiubo: ...

Let's say it involves some personal grudges.

He poured the drink into a glass, and his assistant helped him step by step.

One bottle contains one pound.

After the first drink, this man's eyes were already red and wide open.

After drinking the second bottle, he was about to spit it out halfway through, but his assistant held his head down.

The third bottle... turned into a big mess after more than half of it.

"Help Brother Wu to the restroom and clean him up," Zhang Yuan waved to his assistant.

The so-called "cleaning" just involves giving you a few shoves in your stomach to make you vomit.

If you don't vomit after drinking three catties of liquor, those with weaker constitutions can easily pass through it.

I threw up, but I'll feel better after a night's sleep.

You might not even remember what happened the next day.

A dozen minutes later, the assistant carried the person back; the person could no longer walk on their own.

He couldn't even open his eyes, his body was limp, and his ankles were twisted, dangling on the ground.

"Looks like Brother Bo's had too much to drink. Let's call it a day." Zhang Yuan got up, wiped his hands, said goodbye to the director and the others, and left with a flourish.

Wu Xiubo also has an assistant, so it's fine to leave it to the other party to take care of for now.

He didn't take it seriously at all and went home to sleep immediately.

For him, it was just a small matter.

I'm quite happy; I saved at least a million.

So I slept exceptionally well.

Wu Xiubo, who had been forced to drink several kilograms of liquor by him, slept soundly, but with one minor flaw: he didn't wake up the next day... (End of Chapter)