Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 89 Faust

Shen Mo felt that Yangzi was a person who, regardless of whether he was truly rich or just pretending to be, was...

At least they've received professional training in terms of pomp and bragging.

Moreover, Shen Mo admired this grandson's mental fortitude.

What happened last night seems like just my imagination.

They chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened.

First, he started rambling on to himself about his collection.

Then they continued to boast about their group's strategic plans for the film and television industry.

They strongly invited Shen Mo to participate in the upcoming Hollywood project.

What big production? What internationalization?

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, he spoke with absolute certainty.

Shen Daniu felt a little guilty and didn't want to respond, so he changed the subject.

"Uncle Benshan didn't say you were picking me up..."

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Yangzi's expression froze for a moment, then he said, "What is my relationship with Uncle Benshan?"

Don't worry.

An awkward silence fell over the car. After what seemed like an eternity, Shen Mo's phone rang.

Upon checking the caller ID, it turned out to be Old Zhao.

Upon answering the phone, Uncle Benshan's voice came from the other end: "Where have you been, kid? The people who went to pick you up can't find you anywhere."

"Didn't you ask Yangzi to take me with you?"

"Sheep? Which sheep?"

"Um... it's a sheep."

"Whether it's a cow or a sheep, I thought you were afraid I'd come after you, so you ran away."

As expected, that bastard Yangzi couldn't find the place and drove the car into the village after many twists and turns.

The car was too long and got stuck at the entrance of the village.

The villagers had never seen such a long car before; it was like celebrating the New Year.

An obviously respected old man said to Yangzi, "Your cart is great; it can haul a lot of corn."

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Yangzi was probably feeling a bit uncomfortable from the cold wind, and he didn't say a word.

In the end, having no other choice, Shen Daniu called Lao Zhao.

Xie Guangkun and Zhao Si stayed in the village with Yangzi to deal with the car issue first.

Liu Neng and Xiao Fengtian drove Shen Mo and Huang Shengyi back to Lao Zhao's place.

Damn, when this idiot gets resentful, it's pretty creepy.

Little Fengtian was whimpering and crying, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He doesn't know if he'll become famous.

Becoming famous is inevitable.

This is the first time in all these years that an actor at Liu Laogen Grand Stage has vomited all over the audience from a high position.

Just look at the size of this matter to see how serious it is – look at the Ivory Mountain F4.

Just thinking about the scene makes me feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Xiao Fengtian felt that he was completely unable to get over this hurdle.

Shen Daniu felt sympathy for the two-tailed guy's inner thoughts, but he didn't have time to care right now, as he was scratching his lower back with his five fingertips.

Only when he realized no one was paying attention did he glance at Huang Shengyi out of the corner of his eye.

Who said this woman has no acting skills and is just a pretty face?

Look at her mental fortitude; she's far superior to those young actresses of later generations.

The car was too cramped; even if Shen Daniu wanted to run away, he couldn't.

I can't be too heartless, so I can only pretend that nothing happened.

The bumpy dirt road in the countryside, coupled with the earthbound spirit on his back, made Shen Daniu feel extremely tormented.

Looking around blankly, I felt desolate.

It's all Liu Qianqian's fault for keeping such a close eye on me; otherwise, I wouldn't be single.

Sigh, I should drink less goji berry water, otherwise it's easy to get a sore throat.

From afar, he saw a large courtyard, and Shen Mo felt that he was finally about to be liberated.

When they arrived at Lao Zhao's place and saw the dozen or so large brick houses, Shen Daniu felt a pang of sadness.

Damn it, once I have money, I'll definitely go back to the village and build something decent.

Old Zhao, wearing an apron, was waiting at the door early in the morning, with Fan Wei by his side.

Behind Lao Zhao was a young woman with two chubby children.

Shen Mo thought the face looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.

Zhao Benshan chuckled and said to Shen Mo, "You're always causing trouble wherever you go. You almost got me fired yesterday, and you nearly ruined Liu Laogen Grand Stage too."

Upon hearing his master's words, Xiao Fengtian's face turned ashen.

Shen Mo scratched his head and said shyly, "Please excuse my foolishness."

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The two smiled at each other and then shook hands warmly.

Seeing Zhao Benshan shake hands with Shen Mo, the two chubby boys said to Old Zhao, "Dad!"

Shen Mo remembered; these were his two children who had almost been separated.

Old Zhao awkwardly patted the chubby boy's head and said softly, "Da Niu'er, yesterday was a misunderstanding."

"Uncle Shen Mo is just joking with you."

Upon hearing that this chubby boy was also called Da Niu'er, Shen Mo became noticeably wary.

Even if it's the Palme d'Or, Shen Mo might not care.

However, Shen Daniu'er's name must not be tarnished in the slightest.

We need to prove it.

Shen Moqian chuckled twice and said to Old Zhao, "This kid is quite vengeful."

"I need to go to the restroom."

"Let the chubby boy lead me there."

After Zhao Benshan coaxed him for a while, the chubby boy reluctantly led Shen Mo to start a competition between men.

Before long, Shen Danu won the championship, whistling and in high spirits.

The chubby boy cried and wanted to leave, saying he didn't want to see anyone.

I'm going to change my name from now on.

After the young woman left with her two chubby children, everyone went to the living room and sat down.

Shen Mo sighed as he accepted the tea offered by Fan Wei.

In the history of world art, there are two works that perfectly illustrate the struggle and strife between humanity and its own limitations.

One is "Faust", and the other is "Ma Dashuai".

Looking at the shy Fan Debiao, Shen Mo felt as if he were in a dream.

Zhao Benshan took a sip of tea, then said with a smile, "My family used to have a bodyguard, Fan Debiao's man."

"I opened the car door, and it just snapped off."

"It's nothing, just standing at attention every day."

"In the dead of winter, when the temperature was below minus twenty degrees Celsius, I would practice in the yard wearing only a thin shirt."

"The snotty nose the next day... People should know their limits."

After Uncle Benshan finished telling his story, Huang Shengyi laughed and cheered enthusiastically.

Shen Mo felt a little embarrassed.

It's unclear whether Lao Zhao is making veiled criticisms here.

I'm a bodyguard, and I think I've done all these kinds of things before.

He awkwardly exchanged a glance with Fan Wei.

I noticed that his facial expression was not good.

Shen Daniu was relieved; this was an insult directed at him.

Since Fan Wei stopped participating in the Spring Festival Gala, the relationship between the two has become quite delicate.

Shen Mo could understand that someone wanted to break free from the label of "Old Zhao's partner," enter the film and television industry, and forge their own path.

One reason is the mentality of a feudal patriarch; Fan Wei wanted to go solo, so of course he was unhappy.

If anyone is at fault, Shen Mo feels that no one is.

It's just a different choice.

It's just a bit of a shame that we'll never see "Ma Dashuai 4" again.

The loss of Fan Debiao in northern Liaoning is like the loss of the pyramids in Egypt.

The Mercedes-Benz I couldn't hold onto, the Yufen I couldn't keep;

Endless fierce battles, an inability to let go of pride;

Green beans that can't be cooked through, youth that can never be returned.

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