Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

When you really want to see someone, especially if that person is a woman.

Whatever the outcome, it will be a regret.

We can never go back to that sweltering summer.

On one side of the keyboard sat an iced tea bottle filled with cigarette butts, and on the other side were slightly fuzzy tissues.

Shen Mo met Lin Zhiling as he had hoped.

Big and round.

After examining it carefully, I couldn't find out exactly where the explosion occurred.

The young lady is very understanding and has a particularly sweet voice.

When he slipped the business card into Shen Mo's pocket, his finger hooked around Shen Danu'er, making Shen Danu'er's mind wander.

If it weren't for that idiot Wu Baige, acting all high and mighty like an international director, Shen Mo felt this meeting wouldn't have ended so abruptly.

A stinking beggar who can't even make it in Hollywood, yet he still acts like he's some kind of high-class citizen.

Acting like a top international director, he actually got Shen Mo to make a cameo appearance.

Did he think Shen Mo didn't know what he was up to?

They just wanted Shen Daniu to promote their group.

They really think everyone is some naive dog who's never seen the world, and they'd be grateful if you threw them a piece of bread.

Just a cameo appearance.

It's always been Shen Da Guanren who gets others to take advantage of him; when has it ever been anyone else's turn to get others to take advantage of him?

Seeing that Shen Mo wasn't very interested, he started working on the CPU.

The implication was that everyone had experience in Hollywood, shared similar creative philosophies, and would collaborate in Hollywood in the future.

You're kidding me.

Shen Mo also didn't understand why a movie like "Red Cliff" would be made by Wu Baige, a Hong Konger.

It's not that Shen Mo looks down on directors from Hong Kong, but rather that people from smaller places inevitably tend to be a bit petty.

He turned a perfectly good film, "Red Cliff," into a damn village brawl.

No matter how you shoot it, it has that Causeway Bay vibe.

Shen Mo's aloof attitude made Wu Bai Ge feel very embarrassed.

In his mind, the fact that this kid was willing to condescend to say so much to Shen Mo meant that he had already made a name for himself in Hollywood.

He wouldn't even bother with a mainland actor.

If Shen Danu doesn't come to flatter him now, he's just being ungrateful.

Finally, Wu Baige started throwing a tantrum, saying that Shen Mo was disrespectful to his seniors.

She left her mother's embrace and went to her stepfather's house.

Shen Daniu really wanted to pull off a big heist.

He grabbed Wu Baige by the collar and was about to take his place.

Finally, after Lin Zhiling pleaded for him, the old man was let go.

The meeting ended in this unpleasant atmosphere. Not long after Shen Mo left the restaurant, Wu Kebo called.

The two have recently been working together, constantly negotiating the copyright of Golden Harvest.

We've talked twice already, and the performance-based agreement has been signed.

The content is that Shen Mo first gives Wu Kebo 30 million, and after Cheng Tian completes the acquisition of a controlling stake in Golden Harvest, all of Golden Harvest's copyrights will be permanently licensed to Shen Mo.

If Wu Kebo's acquisition fails, he will need to repay Shen Mo 40 million.

Both of them felt they had gotten a good deal, and the collaboration went very smoothly.

Neither Shen Daniu nor Wu Kebo wanted to publicize this matter. Shen Daniu was afraid of exposing his copyright strategy, while Wu Kebo was afraid that the acquisition of Golden Harvest would encounter setbacks.

He invested a large portion of the money in "Red Cliff," so naturally he wanted to act as a peacemaker.

Upon hearing that it was about this matter, Shen Mo immediately dismissed Wu Kebo with a comment about personal grudges.

The contract was already signed, and Shen Mo didn't care about this bastard's feelings.

It's all that stupid idiot Wu Baige's fault; otherwise, there might have been shared bikes available to ride at night.

Taipei's night markets.

Shen Mo, Zhou Jielun, and Chen Chuhe walked behind, while the three little girls chattered away in front, sampling delicious treats everywhere.

Jay Chou asked worriedly, "Are you alright about the conflict with Wu Baige earlier?"

It's no wonder Jay Chou said that; his main focus is music, and he doesn't quite understand some of the intricacies of the film and television industry.

"Bullshit, just a stinking beggar."

"But he is indeed a great director in Chinese-language films today."

"I'm not hiring him to make movies, so what's it to him?"

Seeing a few girls eating in front of me, I didn't have time to pay them any attention.

Zhou Jielun asked slyly:

"Lin Zhiling gave you her business card, right?"

After rolling his eyes, Shen Daniu said:

"Your small eyes are surprisingly bright."

Jay Chou felt that his brother was doing too well, which made him feel miserable, so he decided to provoke Shen Daniu.

Be careful tonight.

"After what happened just now, paparazzi will definitely be watching us."

A feeling of loneliness was brewing in Shen Daniu'er's heart.

"Aren't there any safer hotels?"

"Ideally, it should have a large bathtub."

Jay Chou seemed much brighter and cheerfully said, "I guess it won't work."

A large, round object passed through the silent world.

Having missed out on the genuine product, Shen Daniu felt a surge of malice rising within him.

Shen Daniu pointed at a group of blond-haired men wearing wooden clogs and carrying jiecuo swords, and questioned them fiercely.

"What are those bastards doing? Why are they dressed like ordinary folks?"

Looking towards the group of people Shen Mo mentioned, Chen Chuhe said:

"It's not a trivial matter."

"Those are the local gangsters."

Shen Mo strode over and smacked the blond guy in wooden clogs, who was acting all high and mighty, at the neck of the man.

It was as if the world instantly resounded with the cry: "The light of righteousness! Shines upon the earth..."

Huang Mao was stunned by the slap and looked at Shen Mo innocently.

Is this idiot out of his mind? He's a gang leader himself.

Having only been in the labor camp for two years, he was finding it difficult to adapt to the rapidly changing world outside.

Regardless of what those bastards thought, Shen Daniu was in a bad mood and wanted to take the opportunity to act on behalf of Heaven.

"I bet you're some kind of descendant of those Taiwanese devils!"

Japanese soldiers?

Damn it, all of us brothers in this underworld have learned advanced Japanese technology, so isn't it normal for us to dress like the Japanese?

Even if I really am a Japanese soldier, you can't just shoot someone's neck like that.

In this world, saving face is everything.

A dozen or so young people dressed similarly surrounded Shen Mo in a flash.

Da Tiantian had fish balls stuffed in her mouth, making "woo-rua woo-rua" sounds like a hamster.

Jay Chou sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted by how quickly Shen Mo was getting into trouble.

Clearly bewildered, Chen Chuhe stammered, "Has he always been like this...?"

"Um...maybe I didn't get to ride a shared bike today..." Jay Chou didn't know how to answer.

"I'll call my godfather right now and have him send someone over."

"No need to send anyone. Have Boss Wu notify the gang leader across the street to arrange an ambulance."

As soon as Jay Chou finished speaking, Shen Mo started slapping the kids across the face, one slap after another.

Since Shen Mo suffered a work injury, his flexibility and speed have been greatly affected.

He lost one thing but gained another; his power had reached its peak.

With his palms swung around, making a whooshing sound, Shen Mo felt that slapping these traitors in the face with Tongbei Fist was really satisfying, the crackling sound like firecrackers.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the other party isn't too unreasonable, Shen Mo will try to make the slap marks symmetrical.

Except for the blond leader, Shen Mo tried to coat him evenly all over.

The blond-haired boy slumped to the ground, sobbing.

He was a tough guy who lived a life of violence, and this was the first time he had ever been beaten to tears in a fight.

It hurt so much!

I still can't figure out what I did to offend this killer, and I really want Uncle Hat to seek justice for me.