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Everyone was intimidated by Liu Zhongze's aura, even Xu Zhen, who was hiding behind Liu Zhongze. It felt like Liu Zhongze had become a completely different person after only a short time apart.

"Xiao Ke, go apologize right now."

Someone nudged the waiter, and the waiter named Xiao Ke could only lower his head and respectfully apologize to Liu Zhongze.

Liu Zhongze knew these people's habits all too well. They had no skills whatsoever, yet they considered themselves superior. But once others started to take things seriously, they would quickly become subservient.

"Let's go."

Liu Zhongze turned away without accepting the waiter's apology and led Xu Zhen away from the place.

Just as the waiters were about to return to the restaurant, they heard a piercing whistle, and the police officers who had been patrolling pointed in their direction.

Xiao Ke immediately rushed in front of Liu Zhongze, blocking his way, and sneered, "Now you know what's important, right?"

Liu Zhongze calmly looked into Xiao Ke's eyes, and the other party visibly panicked because the patrolling policeman ignored him, turned around and went to the chef who had fallen to the ground, pointing at the drool that was dripping from him.

"Dude, spitting is not allowed in Singapore. You need to pay a fine: 5000 Singapore dollars."

The cook stared at the Western-looking policeman with a grim expression and asked in a low voice, "Sir, I didn't spit. I was beaten."

"I don't care, if I see you spitting, I'll fine you. It's my duty as a police officer."

The chef looked pleading. If he could afford the 5000 star coin fine, he'd be eating dirt for the rest of the month. He said, "Officer, I was beaten by that guy. If you're going to fine someone, please fine him instead."

The police officer, looking righteous and indignant, said, "I only saw you spitting. Fighting is not within my jurisdiction. If you want to call the police, you can call the emergency number first. I will come to assist in the investigation after receiving orders from my superiors."

Liu Zhongze and Xiao Ke heard everything the two of them did.

Although Liu Zhongze didn't understand foreign languages, Xu Zhen, who was next to him, was very fluent and kept translating quietly in Liu Zhongze's ear.

Xiao Ke gave a dry laugh and tried to back away.

Suddenly, it struck Xiao Ke's abdomen, and the contents of Xiao Ke's stomach immediately churned up.

Liu Zhongze mimicked Chen Fengqi's smug expression and said, "Officer, there's another one here. Come over and issue a fine."

"OK, OK!" The policeman ran over. To him, being a policeman was just a job, and he didn't need to risk his life. It was simpler and more direct to issue a fine than to get involved in fights.

The police came up to Xiao Ke and told him to quickly take out his money.

Just as Xiao Ke was about to plead poverty, she heard Liu Zhongze's icy words: "Dare not pay? Believe me, I'll give you a few more whacks."

Xiao Ke's body trembled slightly, and then she pulled out her wallet with a twitching expression.

The policeman accepted the 5000 Singapore dollars with satisfaction, ordered him to restore the road to its original state, and then returned to the chef, reaching out his hand to ask for the money.

Seeing this, the chef had no choice but to obediently take out his wallet.

Xu Zhen gently tugged at Liu Zhongze's sleeve and asked, "Teacher Liu, how do you know he won't get involved in this?"

"I saw him before he made his move. Based on my observation of micro-expressions, he was unlikely to get involved in dangerous situations. To put it nicely, he was clever; to put it bluntly, he was cowardly. Besides, foreign police are notoriously unreliable."

"Oh? Teacher Liu, how do you know so much? Even when we're abroad, we behave ourselves and are always worried about being questioned."

Xu Zhenzhen had no way to express his bitterness. He had previously encountered a Siamese policeman who kept demanding money from them. He didn't know if the policeman was a thug or a cop, and he hated this kind of thing the most.

The two hadn't walked far when they heard the policeman's voice: "Stop!"

Xu Zhen immediately stopped talking, turning his head with a headache, while Liu Zhongze had a calm expression.

"Sir, thank you for your help. This is the fee for your assistance. Thank you."

After Liu Zhongze politely declined, he shook hands with the police officer, and the two passed each other amicably.

"Holy crap, that scared me to death!" Xu Zhen wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

Liu Zhongze asked, "What are you afraid of? Do you know why you're afraid of them?"

Xu Zhen asked instinctively, "Why?"

"Because you treat them like the police of our country. Don't think of them as too authoritative; they themselves don't want to cause trouble."

"As a Chinese person, if you act timidly or hesitantly when you go out, you will attract the attention of those with ill intentions."

"This is not the 80s. Our country is very strong, so don't worry about any trouble. As long as we have done nothing wrong, we shouldn't be afraid as if we have made a mistake."

Xu Zhen nodded, seemingly agreeing with this logic.

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When I arrived at the selection site, it was already dark.

"We didn't participate in the selection here before, but a while ago a suspenseful period detective drama in China became very popular and even won a Best Drama Award here, so many people have set their sights on this competition."

Xu Zhen practically said it outright: they hadn't thought they were worthy of the award before, so they hadn't even considered participating. But when they saw that domestic dramas had narrowly surpassed South Korean dramas, all the Chinese people working in film and television started thinking about submitting their works, hoping they might actually be selected.

Since the event had not yet started, the two went to a quiet room. As soon as they opened the door, they saw director Zhao Dekai and some staff members discussing something.

"You're here, bro? Have a seat."

Zhao Dekai pointed to a chair next to him and said, "The venue asked us to prepare some materials to submit, but my brother is more worried about our box office, because our box office has not fluctuated since last night, and there is very little discussion about it online."

Liu Zhongze sat down and looked at the tablets in Zhao Dekai's and his staff's hands, which displayed the latest data.

The box office performance of this horror movie is strange. When it first came out last night, some people bought tickets to watch it, which was counted in the real-time box office. But after midnight, no one watched it at all, and there has been no news since.

Zhao Dekai repeatedly refreshed the domestic Douyin (TikTok) platform, while his staff looked at the overseas push notification software. The two of them kept refreshing the discussion messages on the two largest platforms.

However, still no one posted anything about the movie, and the two began to sigh.

After asking Xu Zhen to submit the materials, Zhao Dekai asked uncertainly, "Brother, am I outdated? Can't I make a good horror movie anymore?"

With a sigh, Zhao Dekai continued, "Don't think I'm referring to you. Your acting is fine, and the plot of the film is fine. Is it really God who wants me to lose?"

"Director, I don't think you need to be so pessimistic. I've seen this movie too. It's a pure horror film. As long as people like it, it will definitely be an excellent movie."

"Sigh, thanks for the comfort, brother."