1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 98 He who refuses a toast will have to drink a forfeit (Seeking monthly votes!)

"Chen Sheng, what brings you here?"

Miao Jinfeng was very surprised to see Chen Fusheng at the company.

"I heard you weren't doing too well, so I came to check on you."

Chen Fusheng asked, "How are you? Are you alright?"

"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. It's just that I'm not acting anymore and I'm changing careers. I've saved up some money over the years, so I won't starve."

After Miao Jinfeng finished speaking optimistically, her gaze was drawn to the two bodyguards behind Chen Fusheng, and she asked curiously, "Who are these two?"

"Bodyguards." Chen Fusheng didn't reveal much, because these two bodyguards weren't sent by their film bureau, but by the security bureau.

The key point is that Chen Fusheng doesn't know much about them, only that one of them is named Li Yuanchao and the other is named Wang Weiguo.

They were all veterans who had been on the battlefield.

"They look pretty impressive." Miao Jinfeng nodded to the two of them.

"Of course, it's from Bureau 749," Chen Fusheng joked.

However, Miao Jinfeng had obviously never heard of this joke before, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What kind of game?"

"A mysterious department."

Miao Jinfeng was taken aback by Chen Fusheng's seemingly profound words, and her gaze toward the two bodyguards became much more respectful afterward.

However, Li Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo exchanged a glance, and the next second they both shook their heads.

"Sister Miao, I'll go visit your company's senior executives first, and we can catch up later."

"Ok."

As soon as Chen Fusheng and the others left, Zhang Guorong, who had witnessed everything from the sidelines, immediately stepped forward with curiosity to inquire:

"Sister Jin, who is this guy? He seems to have a lot of presence."

"His name is Chen Fusheng. He is the director, screenwriter, and lead actor of the film I starred in that just won the Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival."

"Chen Fusheng? Is he really that amazing? He looks even younger than me." Zhang Guorong was somewhat incredulous.

"Of course. If he weren't powerful, would the mainland have sent two mysterious experts from Bureau 749 to protect him?"

"I just heard Mr. Chen mention Bureau 749. The mainland is vast and populous, and there are always hidden talents among the people. I suppose Bureau 749 is the department that recruits those extraordinary individuals."

Miao Jinfeng glanced at Zhang Guorong, then nodded in deep agreement.

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Meanwhile, in the reception room of Lido TV, Chen Fusheng not only met Li Zhuanglie, the general manager who had just taken office in March, but also bumped into John Luson, the Hong Kong head of Davidson, the new financial backer of Lido TV.

What is Mr. Chen's status in mainland China?

"I am the deputy head of the Film Bureau's group responsible for international cultural exchange and strategic cooperation." After all, when you're abroad, you have to give yourself certain titles.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, neither Li Zhuanglie nor the foreigner John Luther could figure out his true intentions.

Since that's the case, we can only continue to test the waters.

"May I ask what brings you here, Mr. Chen?"

"Manager Li really doesn't know?"

Chen Fusheng's rhetorical question conveyed an attitude as if he were there to interrogate someone.

This put Li Zhuanglie under considerable pressure.

In truth, Manager Li was unwilling to offend either the right wing or the left wing.

Moreover, this time the person who came was from mainland China, and he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

If he could, he genuinely wanted to make money peacefully, but alas, he couldn't make that decision.

Because he's just a working-class person.

"Is Mr. Chen here because of Miao Jinfeng's artist contract?" Li Zhuanglie asked.

Chen Fusheng smiled and nodded, saying that these people couldn't possibly not know why he had come.

If he doesn't take a tougher stance, they'll continue to play dumb and beat around the bush with him.

That’s so tiring!

"Are you willing to pay the termination fee for Ms. Miao?"

This time, it was John Luther who spoke up, as he hadn't said much before.

Chen Fusheng turned his gaze to him and replied, "If Lido Television is willing to terminate the contract, I, on behalf of Great Wall Film Company, am willing to pay your company a termination fee."

“According to the contract, Ms. Miao has four years left on her contract with Lido TV. If she terminates the contract now, you will need to pay her HK$100 million,” the foreigner reminded her.

“One million Hong Kong dollars is too much, it’s impossible,” Chen Fusheng shook his head.

"So how much are you willing to pay?"

"10."

“No, no, no.” John Luther shook his head vigorously.

"Mr. Chen, your counter-offer is extremely insincere! Although you are an official from mainland China, this is Hong Kong under British rule, a place where the law is upheld... And I am a businessman. To put it simply, your previous cooperation with Ms. Miao was a breach of contract, which also caused some damage to the company's reputation. I have already done more than fair by not increasing the termination fee, but you are not appreciative. I think there is no need to continue the negotiation. I will act in accordance with the contract. If you want the person, then this HK$100 million is not to be taken away by a single penny."

Seeing that this foreigner was even more impulsive than himself, Chen Fusheng's smile gradually froze.

After gently moistening his throat with the tea in front of him, Chen Fusheng stood up from the sofa, looking down at the foreigner whose face practically screamed arrogance, and said, word by word:
"You talk like you're so righteous! Let me ask you, does the artist contract with Lido TV say anything about actors not being allowed to take on outside roles? No, it doesn't, does it?"

"Okay, it's okay if you don't understand. Let me explain to you, you layman businessman, that no artist contract can include this brain-dead rule. So when you said that our cooperation with Miao Jinfeng was a breach of contract, I just wanted to laugh."

"As for the reputational damage that Miao Jinfeng's cooperation with us has caused to your company, that's utter nonsense. It's just an excuse you made to become a groveling dog under pressure from the right wing."

"But I'm curious, if you're so afraid of the rightists, aren't you afraid of us?"

No one expected Chen Fusheng to suddenly lose his temper.

Moreover, he pointed at the foreigner's nose and cursed him, leaving the foreigner completely bewildered.

Even Li Zhuanglie, and even Li Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo, were greatly shocked, speechless, and dumbfounded.

"You...!" "You'd better terminate your contract soon, or this isn't over yet!"

“I…!” “Let me remind you one more time: the land beneath your feet has been Chinese territory since ancient times. Although it is currently in the hands of others, it will return home sooner or later.”

After saying that, Chen Fusheng didn't give the foreigner a chance to speak. He turned to the two bodyguards who looked nervous and said, "Let's go!"

After they left the room, they heard the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor coming from behind the door, along with the foreigner's angry roar.

"Chen Sheng, what... what did you do?" Miao Jinfeng had naturally heard the commotion coming from the reception room. When she saw Chen Fusheng walking out under the escort of his two mysterious experts, she was both curious and slightly worried.

“It’s okay. There’s an arrogant foreigner in your company. I’ll give him a piece of my mind for you, Sister Miao.”

Seeing Miao Jinfeng's surprised and incredulous expression, Chen Fusheng continued, "But you don't need to worry about the contract. I have another way to get Lido TV to terminate the contract with you."

"Mr. Chen, do you have any ideas?" Zhang Guorong, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Originally, from Miao Jinfeng's words, the image of a talented young man had already been sketched in his mind.

But just now, this Mr. Chen from the mainland once again demonstrated to him what youthful arrogance means through his actions!
This is the kind of person Zhang Guorong has always admired the most, so when he took the initiative to step forward, he actually wanted to make friends with him.

"Who are you?" Chen Fusheng certainly recognized Zhang Guorong's face. Even though the 25-year-old "brother" was still quite green, he had no chance of not recognizing him in "this life," so of course he had to pretend.

"Mr. Chen, let me introduce you. This is Zhang Guorong, an excellent actor and also a great singer."

"To receive such high praise from Sister Miao, Mr. Zhang Guorong, you must be quite remarkable," Chen Fusheng remarked, feigning surprise, while extending his hand to shake hers.

"No, no, it's all Sister Jin who's been praising me. Besides, my achievements are nothing compared to Mr. Chen's."

"Haha, you're being modest."

Seeing that the commotion had drawn a growing crowd, Chen Fusheng suggested, "This isn't a good place to talk. I wonder if Mr. Zhang Guorong would be interested in going out for afternoon tea or something with us?"

Zhang Guorong had originally wanted to get to know Chen Fusheng, so how could he refuse the invitation?

As for whether contacting Chen Fusheng, a mainland Chinese, would lead to him being blacklisted by the company like Miao Jinfeng, he didn't care at all.

After all, there were only six months left on his contract with the company.

Moreover, judging from what Mr. Chen said, he seemed confident that he could get Miao Jinfeng to terminate her contract with the company.

Zhang Guorong was also quite curious about this.

After Chen Fusheng and his group left Lido Television, Liang Li, Tu Yongxiong, Li Zhaoxiong, and other senior executives of Lido Television also came to the reception room.

They were quite surprised to see the foreign investor so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

"Manager Li, what happened?"

No one dared to provoke the patron's anger at this time, fearing they would become the target of his wrath. So they could only ask Li Zhuanglie, an eyewitness who was also present at the scene, for information.

Call ~
Li Zhuanglie let out a soft breath and came to his senses.

He was genuinely a little frightened just now.

Because he is a long-time Hong Konger, he has witnessed the terrifying power that the left wing can unleash at crucial moments.

Although the left seems to have become much more moderate in recent years.

But this absolutely does not mean they are easy targets.

Mr. Chen from mainland China's outburst of anger today is the best example.

Especially when you think about the last two sentences the other person said before leaving, each one is more frightening than the last.

He didn't rush to answer everyone's questions, but instead looked at John Luther and earnestly advised, "Mr. John, you've just arrived in Hong Kong and aren't familiar with the situation here. What Mr. Chen said earlier is actually quite right. We're just businessmen; we can't fight politics, so..."

"What are you trying to say? You want to persuade me to apologize to that rude barbarian and admit defeat to him? Let me tell you, that's impossible. Even if they're willing to come up with HK$100 million now, I'm not doing this business anymore. If they have the guts, let them sue to terminate the contract."

“Mr. John, they may not go to court, but they certainly have other methods. Why don’t you calm down and think it over again?”

“I’m very calm now. Let that barbaric guy bring out whatever tricks he has up his sleeve. I don’t believe they’ll dare to trample on the law.”

The reason this foreigner was so angry was that he was inherently arrogant when facing Chen Fusheng, a mainland Chinese, and felt that he was superior to others.

However, he was humiliated by someone he looked down on, which made him very unhappy. Although he dared not retaliate directly because of the other party's status, he had mentally prepared himself to never compromise on Miao Jinfeng's contract.

(End of this chapter)