Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"General Manager Wan..."

"Shut up!"

Chen Zhenshan immediately wanted to remind the short, fat man, but Fatty Lin glared at him and pointed at Chen Zhenshan.

Chen Zhenshan's expression changed, he swallowed his words, lowered his head and sat down without saying a word.

"Who the hell are you?"

The short, fat man probably drank a bit too much, and since his attention was all on Li Qian, he didn't notice that Chen Zhenshan's expression was off, and he was still acting tough with us.

"Fatty!"

At this moment, Li Qian somehow mustered up some strength, pushed the short, fat man, staggered to her feet, and rushed towards us, her clothes disheveled.

"Come back here!"

But she had only taken one step when the short, fat man pulled her back and hugged her.

This short, chubby man was less than 1.6 meters tall, about the same height as Zeng Xiaowei.

Li Qian, wearing high heels, must be 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than him.

The comparison between the two suggests that the smaller horse is pulling the larger cart.

"what!"

Li Qian exclaimed in surprise and began to hum in a daze.

"You're asking for it! Let go of my paws!"

Fatty Lin's face darkened, and he strode forward.

Chen Zhenshan was facing away from us. When he saw Fatty Lin about to mess with Shorty, Fatty, he shrank his head and pretended not to see it.

Seeing Lin the Fat rushing towards them, the short, fat man, fueled by alcohol, completely disregarded us. He freed one hand and shoved Lin the Fat in the chest, cursing, "Do you even know who I am? You dare to interfere in my business? You better know your place..."

Before his hand could even touch Fatty Lin, Fatty Lin grabbed him and twisted him outwards. With a soft crack, his joint was dislocated, and his words turned into screams of agony.

"Know what's good for you? You motherfucker!"

Fatty Lin pulled his hand away, grabbed the short, fat man by the collar, lifted him up, and slapped him twice across the face.

"I am Wan Qiang, a shareholder of Asia-America Entertainment, an investor in 'Mysterious Island,' and the local government invited me to come here to make a movie. If you dare hit me, you're finished!"

The short, fat man's face was contorted with pain, but he still wouldn't back down and started yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Wan Qiang, right?"

"A shareholder, right?"

"You were invited here, right?"

"So I'm useless, huh?"

Lin Pangzi slapped Wan Qiang for every question he asked, and after four slaps, Wan Qiang's face swelled up at a visible speed.

"Are you all dead?"

Even so, Wan Qiang remained defiant and shouted at his tablemates.

"What, you're unable to handle it and need to call for help?"

Fatty Lin chuckled, lifting Wan Qiang like a dead dog, and looked at the people at the table, saying, "Come on, who wants to help? Step forward!"

No one dared to make a move.

Lin Pangzi is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and when he stands there, he looks like a mountain. Coupled with Wan Qiang's miserable state, who would dare to go up to him!

In particular, even someone like Chen Zhenshan, who came from a criminal background, was bowing his head and acting like a grandson. What right did they have to stand out?

Seeing that no one responded, Wan Qiang became anxious.

He glanced at Brother Chicken and called out, "Chen Zhenshan!"

"General Manager Wan!"

Chen Zhenshan had originally intended to hide, but having been called out, he couldn't stay hidden any longer. He said awkwardly, "The Taoist priest who arrested you, Lin, is Gambling King Lü's personal advisor!"

After saying that, he pointed to me and Long Nier and said, "This is Lu Gambling King's rehabilitation doctor, Master Feng Shisan, and next to him is Ms. Long Nier!"

After hearing Chen Zhenshan's introduction, a look of panic flashed across Wan Qiang's face, which was swollen like a pig's head. He quickly forced a smile and said, "Oh, it's Master Lin! I was blind to your greatness!"

"Not awesome anymore?"

Fatty Lin asked with a smile.

"It's not awesome anymore, it's not awesome anymore!"

Wan Qiang raised his left hand and waved it, saying ingratiatingly, "How dare I act arrogantly in front of you!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Fatty Lin grinned broadly, reached out and pulled the swaying, drunk Li Qian to her feet, and said, "Setting up a scene to get actresses on set drunk, using their indecent photos to blackmail them into drinking and sleeping with you—come on, tell me, what else wouldn't you dare to do?"

As Lin Pangzi spoke, he pressed Wan Qiang down, and Wan Qiang involuntarily bent down, almost kneeling on the ground.

Seeing Wan Qiang in such a miserable state, Chen Zhenshan shrank back even further, showing no intention of stepping forward to dissuade him.

He wasn't afraid of Fatty Lin, nor was he afraid of me; he was afraid of Long Nier.

Ever since we came in, especially after Fatty Lin lost his temper, he has been stealing glances at Long Nier out of the corner of his eye more than once, afraid that Long Nier might do something.

He was a follower of Zeng Xiaowei, and he knew all about Long Nier's past achievements.

That's why he didn't try to dissuade us at all. Only after being called out did he have no other choice but to reveal our identities.

He's probably kicking himself right now.

When we came in, he was happily filming with a DV camera, but now he has long since hidden his hand under the table, afraid that we will spot him.

"I won't do it again, I really won't do it again!" Wan Qiang admitted his mistake, panting heavily, his attitude very humble.

I took a good look at Wan Qiang; he was a ruthless man.

If it were anyone else, having their arm dislocated and their head beaten to a pulp, they would have screamed in terror long ago. But after learning Lin Pangzi's identity, he not only stopped screaming but also managed to force a smile.

Just from this, you can tell that this person is not simple and is a ruthless character.

"Qianqian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you to drink, and I shouldn't have threatened you. If I had known you were Master Lin's person, how could I have dared to treat you like this?"

Wan Qiang then looked at Li Qian and apologized very readily.

"Qianqian, you're the main character in this situation today. You tell me how to handle it, and I'll handle it accordingly!" Fatty Lin smiled and gently patted Li Qian as he spoke.

Fatty Lin's move was a brilliant one.

He handed the initiative over to Li Qian.

Normally, since we're here, we intend to make the decision for Li Qian. We'll decide how to resolve the issue ourselves and won't let Li Qian make the decision.

Why did Fatty Lin do that?

Lin Pangzi got angry after he found out that Li Qian was plotting against us.

Li Qian is a cunning, ambitious, and decisive person.

If it were just a simple matter of sleeping together, given Li Qian's personality, she would probably just treat it as being bitten by a dog and let it go.

But given the situation today, if we hadn't come, Li Qian would probably have been filmed and made into a video right there at the dinner table.

That's why she called us for help.

That's not the point. The point is, she's pretending to be drunk.

Yes, she was faking being drunk.

People who drink too much normally don't have a sense of self-preservation.

But when Fatty Lin was dealing with Wan Qiang, especially when he dislocated his arm, Li Qian was thrown out in the struggle.

A person who is drunk and not very conscious will not have a sense of self-preservation.

But Li Qian, after being thrown out, grabbed the table to steady herself.

This is not something a drunk person would do, meaning Li Qian is faking being drunk.