Against the Current Hong Kong 1979

A number of media outlets had gathered at the restaurant entrance, taking pictures of this unusual sight. They probably already had the headlines in mind for this news story.

Headlines like "From 'Blackie' to 'Heartthrob,' Thousands of Housewives Flock to Handsome An," and "Can 'Bao' cure all ills? Save your wallet! Hundreds of female fans vie for handsome An's autograph, offering tens of thousands!" and so on.

"That's definitely a bit of an exaggeration."

Fatty Wang was also somewhat incredulous at the scene, saying, "Even the female fans of Ti Lung and David Chiang back in the day weren't this crazy."

"When will I ever receive this kind of treatment?" Huang Rihua murmured to himself.

Miao Qiaowei, who was standing next to him, joked, "You'd better not go down this route. You'd have to be as handsome as Andy Lau to have any chance."

"That's true." Huang Rihua shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

Zhang Shuai'an was surrounded by many female fans and couldn't move for a while, so he could only satisfy their requests for autographs and handshakes.

There are just too many people. If we keep going like this, we might not be able to finish signing in until 1 or 2 a.m.

Zhang Shuai'an had no choice but to ask Zhao Zhenqiang and the others for help: "Director Zhao, Fatty Wang, come and lend a hand!"

"Hahaha, this can't hold on any longer." Zhao Zhenqiang laughed and called to the security guards next to him, "Everyone, go and give Anzai a hand."

With their help, Zhang Shuai'an finally escaped from the group of women, but his shirt, which he had just changed into, was torn to shreds, revealing his chest and abdominal muscles that made the women drool.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound, and saw a Ferrari speeding towards them from a distance and stopping outside the restaurant.

A moment later, the car door slowly opened, and a stylishly dressed, beautiful woman with sunglasses and wavy hair stepped out of the car and came to Zhang Shuai'an.

"My name is Manny, and my daddy is in the jewelry business."

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of those around them, the woman in sunglasses declared loudly, "Anzai, I really like you. If you'll have dinner with me, this Ferrari... is yours."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

You can get a Ferrari sports car just by having dinner?

This is too exaggerated. Is it really just about eating?

In the entertainment industry, it's not uncommon for wealthy males to publicly shower female celebrities with luxury cars and diamonds in order to keep them as mistresses.

When He Jiatong, who had just arrived, saw this scene, her eyes almost popped out of her head: "Giving away a car? What kind of car is a Ferrari? It looks so expensive!"

Zhao Yazhi frowned and sighed softly, "This is too... exaggerated."

Chen Yulian pouted: "So what if you're rich?"

"Anzai, this woman wants to keep you as a mistress!" Fatty Wang whispered in Zhang Shuai'an's ear, "You'd better think this through!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'll pass on the car; I'll buy it myself later."

Zhang Shuai'an remained calm and smiled faintly: "As for dinner, I'm sorry, I don't have time."

The woman clearly hadn't expected Zhang Shuai'an to refuse so decisively, and she felt a little embarrassed: "Zhang Shuai'an, you'd better think this through."

How long can you stay famous as an actor? And how much money can you make? If you were my boyfriend, you'd get millions every year.

Zhang Shuai'an still resolutely refused: "I'm sorry, although I personally like to be a kept man, your appearance doesn't suit my taste, I can't stomach it."

"You!" the woman shouted angrily, "You damn bastard, let's see how long you can be so smug."

After he finished yelling, he drove off in his sports car.

This scene reignited the passion of the media. The previous headlines weren't exciting enough; this is the real bombshell!

A new wave of sensational headlines formed in their minds:

What?! "Ferrari 'gift' turns into 'collapse'! Rich girl curses 'deadbeat'!"

What?! "Red horse crashes into black charcoal! Ferrari girl goes from flirtatious to furious!"

……

Before long, a dozen or so PTU officers and traffic police arrived to maintain order.

The situation was gradually brought under control.

Zhang Shuai'an and his group successfully entered the restaurant and arrived at the VIP private room on the third floor.

Five large tables were set up in the private room, with more than forty people including all the actors and staff.

Before the banquet began, Zhao Zhenqiang stood up, raised his glass, and said, "This filming experience has been the most intense and rushed I've ever filmed, but also the most enjoyable and exciting. I'd like to start with a toast to express my gratitude to everyone."

He drank it all in one gulp, and the others naturally had to follow suit.

Liu Shiyu, Huo Yaoliang, Wang Pangzi, Du Qifeng, and others also said a few words, just to make a token gesture.

Zhao Zhenqiang asked Zhang Shuai'an, "Anzai, do you want to say a few words?"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to him; the scene just now was indeed too shocking.

Zhang Shuai'an said, "There's not much to say, let's just start eating. Everyone should be pretty hungry."

Zhao Zhenqiang clapped his hands: "Haha, well said, let's eat!"

Everyone was happy that day, eating and drinking to their hearts' content.

Actresses like Zhao Yazhi and Chen Yulian drank quite heartily even though no one asked them to.

By the time we finished eating, it was almost midnight.

The wrap party was over, and everyone gradually dispersed to go home.

Chen Yulian left early because she had promised Chow Yun-fat that she would move to their love nest in Causeway Bay that night.

"Brother An, are we walking back?"

To take care of Zhang Shuai'an, He Jiatong insisted on not drinking any alcohol. Now, supporting the somewhat unsteady Zhang Shuai'an, she asked with concern.

Zhang Shuai'an has a low alcohol tolerance, and at this moment his mind is both somewhat clear and somewhat unclear.

"This is just the beginning, let's move on to the next part."

Fatty Wang grinned and came closer. "Zhao Dao, Ah Feng, Liang Ge, and I are planning to go to a nightclub, have some fun, and then sleep there when we're tired. Sound good?"

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but come out and scold, "Anzai is still the younger brother, don't lead him astray."

Then she said to He Jiatong, "Hurry up and take him back to your dorm."

Suddenly, He Jiatong had a flash of inspiration. She immediately pretended to be slightly drunk and then walked forward unsteadily: "Screenwriter Wang and the others have agreed to take me as their apprentice. They're going to a nightclub. If I don't go with them, I'll be really rude."

"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Zhao Yazhi was stunned and quickly called out to He Jiatong, but the more she called out, the faster he ran.

He Jiatong's voice drifted over faintly: "Brother An lives in apartment 606 of building number four. The key is in his pocket. He asked Sister Zi to give it to him."

Soon after, He Jiatong disappeared, most likely having gone to the nightclub with Fatty Wang and his group.

"What do we do?" Zhao Yazhi turned to look around the private room. Most of the people had left, and she wasn't very familiar with the remaining ones. "Anzai, are you still conscious?"

Zhang Shuai'an mumbled, "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober, I can go back by myself."

As he spoke, he pushed Zhao Yazi aside and walked forward, saying, "Sister Zi, you don't believe me? Then I'll walk in a straight line to show you."

He hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when he tripped over himself and almost fell flat on his face.

"Really!" Zhao Yazhi was speechless. She stepped forward and helped him up. "Let me take you home. It's not far anyway."

Thankfully, after what happened, the group of crazed female fans was no longer on the street.

The two did not encounter any further unusual situations and arrived safely at Zhang Shuai'an's dormitory.

"Which pocket is the key in?"

Zhao Yazhi tried to recall He Jiatong's words, but couldn't remember them, so she could only reach out and touch them one by one.

"What is this...? It's a bit big, huh!"

She quickly came to her senses, pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and her face was so ashamed it could burn charcoal.

Even though she was already a wife and mother, Zhao Yazhi had never encountered a situation like this before.

She looked around; there was no one there.

Despite the awkwardness, she took out her keys and opened the door.

He helped Zhang Shuai'an onto the bed, then turned and ran out.

"Just leaving him on the bed like this, with wine and sweat all over his face, he probably won't be comfortable sleeping like that, will he?"

With that thought in mind, Zhao Yazhi turned back.

She found a basin, filled it with water, took a towel, and wiped Zhang Shuai'an's face.

"I'm covered in sweat, how can I sleep peacefully if I don't wipe myself off?"

Since Zhang Shuai'an's shirt was already torn, she took it off for him.

Seeing his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, she couldn't help but reach out and touch them once, twice, three times...

At that moment, Zhang Shuai'an suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled it onto his body, flipped her over, and pinned her down, showering her with passionate kisses.

The beauty beneath him began to struggle.

"Sister Zi, you are so beautiful."

Zhang Shuai'an, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, uttered sweet nothings, though it was unclear how much of it was genuine.

"Don't do this, I have a husband," Zhao Yazhi replied fearfully.

Zhang Shuai'an, on the contrary, became excited: "I know!"

Zhao Yazhi said angrily, "Then why don't you get up quickly... ugh!"