Entertainment: 1990

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Faced with Zhang Yan's blatant provocation, the surrounding Hong Kong men became increasingly agitated.

But given what happened to the guy before him, no one dared to step forward, otherwise wouldn't they be directly certified by Zhang Yan as short and shrewd?
Moreover, Zhang Yan was clearly surrounded by more than a dozen police officers 'protecting' him, and there were people secretly helping him. Only a fool would try to stop a chariot with his bare hands.

Of course, another important reason why they backed down was that they simply couldn't compete—this can be judged from their outline and scale alone.

"This guy really dares to say anything."

Zhang Guorong shook his head speechlessly. Zhang Yan's provocative attitude made him feel uncomfortable.

Mei Yanfang and Wu Junru had mixed feelings. On the one hand, they disapproved of Zhang Yan's arrogance, but on the other hand, they found Zhang Yan's performance refreshing.

That kind of people……

If we could train him to be like Yan Yan, that would be fantastic!

However, they were just daydreaming. Zhang Yan and Zhao Wenzhuo were incomparable. He was already worth hundreds of millions in mainland China and owned the largest music company there. How could he possibly allow a few actors to have intimate scenes with him?

Zhao Wenzhuo unconsciously clenched his fists. He had initially thought it was unwise for Zhang Yan to provoke them, but seeing Zhang Yan's debate with the scholars, he wished he could take Zhang Yan's place.

That was so damn satisfying!

Just then, another female reporter stood up and asked loudly, "Mr. Zhang, aren't you afraid that saying such things will affect the 97 election? Aren't you afraid of leaving a bad impression on the people of Hong Kong Island?!"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

Zhang Yan appeared indifferent: "I have no official position or post, I'm just a mere billionaire. I can say whatever you want, and as a capitalist whose background is cleaner than most bosses in Hong Kong, I feel I'm more qualified to speak for capital!"

He paused, then pulled out a newspaper from somewhere and showed it to everyone with a pained expression, saying, "The most important thing is that I was secretly photographed as soon as I arrived in Hong Kong Island, and the photos spread throughout the city within a day. When something like this happens, am I not allowed to say a few harsh words to get my revenge?! Yan Lun Ziyu is not someone you can play with like this!"

Upon hearing this last sentence, the female reporter's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pressed on, "So you support Yan Lun's suicide?!"

"I support equal treatment and self-reproach."

Zhang Yan chuckled and said, "When we Dongda people meet, we say 'Have you gained or lost weight?' That's out of concern for friends and family. But try saying that in the US and see if you can say it so casually. There are limits to what you can say. You can't just insult someone's own mother or great-grandmother, get beaten up, and then blame them for restricting you."

Thanks to the preferences of middle-aged authors, Zhang Yan encountered a lot of information on this topic in his dreams, and he could easily cite counterexamples from Europe and America.

Several other people tried to refute him, but he defeated them all with a few swift and decisive blows.

Hong Kong Island today claims to be opening its eyes to the world, but in reality, it mainly just picks out the good aspects of others and spreads hearsay. When it comes to negative information, the internet in later generations is the place to go.

…………

Jiahe.

After sending the inspection team to visit the film set, Zou Wenhuai was finally able to find time to pay attention to the press conference.

As soon as he brought it up, He Guanchang, Liang Feng and the others' expressions became somewhat strange.

"what happened?"

Zou Wenhuai asked with a smile, "Has that young man gotten into trouble again?"

"he……"

Ho Koon-cheung said speechlessly, "At the press conference, he argued with a group of people, showing off his wealth and making sarcastic remarks about Hong Kong. If it weren't for the police present to 'protect' him, he probably would have been beaten to death by a group of people."

Liang Feng added from the side, "But this guy is indeed very talkative, and he knows a lot of ugly things about Europe and America. I heard he really angered those traitors."

Zou Wenhuai laughed heartily upon hearing this, saying, "Indeed interesting." Just then, a new call came in from one of the informants that Golden Harvest had placed at the press conference, so he picked up his mobile phone and answered it himself.

"He's arguing about democracy now."

"Democracy? What did he say?"

"His English word should actually be called 'selecting the whole thing,' it doesn't represent him at all..."

After listening to the on-site report, Zou Wenhuai's smile gradually faded, and after hanging up the phone, he frowned even more.

"Boss," Ho Koon-cheung asked nervously, "did he say something that concerns us?"

"That's not true."

Zou Wenhuai shook his head and said, "I just found that he has really studied the Western system seriously. Many of his words are things I have never heard before, and he can indeed hit the weaknesses of the West. This is not an insight that ordinary people can have. Even in Hong Kong, there are few who can compare."

He Guanchang lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Indeed, we may have underestimated this Mr. Zhang before—in fact, his suggestion to pledge allegiance to the national flag and emblem is very insightful."

At this moment, Leung Fung suddenly said, "Actually, someone told me last night that Zhang Yan is Director Lam's confidant and strategist, and can even influence Director Lam's policies toward Hong Kong Island to a certain extent."

However, because Zhang Yan was so young, I didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that what he said might be true.

"Confidant, confidant..."

Zou Wenhuai repeated the question several times, pressing, "Who said that?"

“A businessman named Wen Xie invested in a movie with Yuan Meng, so he had dealings with Zhang Yan.”

Zou Wenhuai nodded and pondered, "If that's the case, then we need to get to know him better, and it would be best if we could establish a long-term relationship."

"This……"

Ho Koon-cheung cautioned, "After this press conference, he'll be practically a public enemy of Hong Kong, if not an enemy of Hong Kong. If we contact him now and it gets exposed..."

"Just don't admit it."

Zou Wenhuai said seriously, "Leaving aside the issue of the mainland market, even just to ensure our position in Hong Kong, we must establish certain connections with policymakers."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Inform the other companies of this news, so they don't offend Zhang Yan unnecessarily."

"boss!"

Liang Feng's eyes lit up, and he said, "Should we go with the flow and sow discord between him and..."

"no!"

Zou Wenhuai immediately rejected the idea: "This young man is clearly vengeful. If he retaliates indiscriminately, the biggest loser will be Jiahe!"

Liang Feng suddenly realized and nodded in agreement.

…………

Meanwhile, the press conference was also drawing to a close.

On stage, Zhang Yan spoke eloquently: "Twenty or thirty years from now, there will definitely be a group of people who miss Hong Kong Island today, but that will not be because of some bullshit democratic seed oil, but because the economic gap between the mainland and Hong Kong Island is too big now!"
When the mainland truly becomes prosperous and strong, and the gap is gradually narrowed, those who can't stand seeing others do well will surely miss the era when even truck drivers could keep mistresses in Shenzhen; they will miss the era when they could pull out a handful of candy and look down on their poor relatives in the mainland!

At that time, they will use the ill-gotten gains obtained by betraying their ancestors to vent their twisted and filthy emotions with all sorts of high-sounding reasons.

Anyone who dares to say a good thing about the mainland or a bad thing about the West will be attacked by them.

At that time, there might even be people trying to whitewash the British rape and plunder during the Opium War, crying and shouting that my great-grandmother was a willing participant…

"You ate shit!"

Before Zhang Yan could finish speaking, someone angrily took off their shoe and threw it at him. This time, it wasn't just one person, but many people who angrily picked up various objects and threw them at Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan dodged some of the projectiles and used his umbrella to clear some away, but he was still hit by a few random objects.

But instead of getting angry at these people's anger, Zhang Yan laughed happily: "Actually, I also hope that such beasts will not appear—well, that's all I wanted to say today."

He bowed slightly to the audience, opened a large black umbrella and draped it over his shoulder, then turned and left without hesitation.

And that figure, holding an umbrella and walking away with a flourish, became the most memorable silhouette in Hong Kong in 94...

(End of this chapter)