My Wandering Swordsman

My cheeks twitched a few times, and I forced a smile: "Assistant Director Wang, you've come just in time."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" I stood up, pointing at the two extras on the ground. "Where were you when the First Prince was fighting? Where were you when the First Prince was calling the extras trash? Now that I've taught him a lesson, you come out and tell me to stop fighting?"

Assistant Director Wang's face turned pale and then red.

"Let me ask you one more question: when the First Prince made his move, did you come out and say anything about not fighting?"

Assistant Director Wang fell silent.

"You didn't say so, did you?" I sneered and kicked the eldest prince again. "Then don't fucking act all high and mighty with me."

Assistant Director Wang's face was so dark it could drip water, and he was about to speak—

A staff member hurriedly squeezed next to him and tugged at his sleeve: "Director Wang, come here for a moment, I have something important to tell you."

Assistant Director Wang impatiently shook off his hand: "No time! Get lost!"

"Director Wang, something really has happened."

"What a load of bull! Is there anything more troublesome than this? What nonsense are you spouting!"

The staff member hesitated for a moment, looked around, and lowered his voice:

"Director Wang, Lü Guodong is here."

Upon hearing this, Assistant Director Wang's pupils contracted instantly, and he looked at me with a cold smile: "You, surnamed Ji, are finished."

I didn't respond, a cold smile curling at the corner of my lips.

Lü Guodong?

Great, you've come at the right time.

Upon hearing the name "Lü Guodong," the eldest prince, who had been drooping, suddenly raised his head, his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, lit up with ecstasy, and his bent back straightened instantly.

He opened and closed his lips a few times, probably intending to say a few polite words.

The moment I saw this dead man, without saying a word, I kicked him to the ground.

"You fucking bastard!"

The eldest prince let out a miserable howl and became obedient again.

Assistant Director Wang's eyes twitched twice, not understanding where my confidence came from. Was I just giving up?

I ignored him and turned to the staff member: "Where's the one surnamed Lü?"

The staff member pointed to the front yard: "It's in the front yard, just inside the gate."

I dusted off my hands, and Monk Chonghua said, "Monk, tie up this piece of trash on the ground and keep a close eye on him."

The Flower Monk grinned:

"Alright!"

I turned around, looked at Assistant Director Wang, and said with a smile, "Director Wang, shall we go and meet our Emperor?"

Assistant Director Wang was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"His son is the eldest prince, so isn't he the emperor?" I said with a smile. "I'm just a commoner, so I should go and kowtow to the emperor."

Assistant Director Wang sneered twice: "Ji Xiaosong, you still have the mind to joke at a time like this? You're lucky you even walked out of this film studio unscathed."

I stretched and loosened my wrists: "We'll see."

......

Passing through the corridor and around the screen wall, you can see a figure pacing back and forth in the front hall with his hands behind his back.

Lü Guodong.

Upon seeing the client, Assistant Director Wang rushed forward with a beaming smile: "President Lü! What brings you here? Why didn't you let me know beforehand? I could have arranged for someone to pick you up."

Lu Guodong looked up and saw Assistant Director Wang. His first words left the latter stunned.

"Stop talking nonsense, where's that son of a bitch Ji Xiaosong?"

"what?"

Assistant Director Wang was stunned, utterly astonished.

I can guess what Assistant Director Wang is thinking. He's probably wondering how Lü Guodong got the news so quickly after the First Prince was beaten. And since he knew, why didn't he go directly to the backyard? Why is he waiting in the front yard instead?

A series of question marks flashed across his face.

Just as I was about to speak, I slowly strolled into the front hall.

"You beast!"

As soon as Lü Guodong saw me, his eyes blazed with fury. He strode toward me, his leather shoes clattering loudly.

"You, Ji Sheng, you actually stayed here! You've got some nerve!"

I tilted my head, looking completely innocent. "Mr. Lü, what's this Ji Sheng? I don't understand."

He speaks fluent and standard Mandarin, with clear and distinct pronunciation.

Lu Guo was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and grabbed my collar:

"Damn it! You're not even from Hong Kong? You've been playing me for a fool the whole time, are you out of your mind?!"

I let him pull me, my smile unchanged, and lowered my voice:

"Mr. Lü, please calm down. This is all for your business. How would I know about your dirty tricks if I didn't put on an act?"

Lu Guodong's pupils contracted, and he loosened his grip slightly.

I continued in a soft voice, "Look at you, so angry. How about this, you kneel down and apologize to me? As long as you bend your knees, this matter will be over, and I promise I won't report it to the Cultural Inspection Team."

Lu Guodong was stunned for a second, then laughed in anger.

"Hahahaha—"

"You want me to kneel down? You want me to kneel down! Hahahaha~"

Upon hearing this, Assistant Director Wang, seeing his chance to shine, rushed towards me and launched into a tirade:

"Hey Ji, have you lost your mind? How dare you talk to President Lü like that? Who do you think you are, some nobody extra? You really think you're something special?"

Lu Guodong completely ignored Deputy Director Wang's sycophantic behavior, spitting directly at my face: "Kid, you're going to the inspection team? I didn't sign a contract with you, I didn't give you any receipts, and you're going to sue me with nothing but empty words?"

I remained expressionless, shook my head with great regret, and winked at Liu Zi beside me.

Liu Zi understood immediately, chuckled, and pulled out a price list from his pocket, casually flipping through a few pages.

"Titanic...The Eagle Shooting Heroes...The Battle of Kunlun..."

Lu Guodong's expression immediately changed, and he subconsciously looked at Liu Zi, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He saw the company's gleaming seal and his own signature.

It's all written in black and white, crystal clear.

Lu Guodong's wrist visibly trembled.

I gently pressed his hand down and slowly straightened my collar: "Mr. Lü, now?"

Lu Guodong's facial muscles twitched violently several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Where...where did you get this? Forged! This is a forged official document!"

I stared at him without flinching, a slight smile playing on my lips: "Really?"

"What about this one?"

I slowly pulled out a few photos from my pocket and waved them in front of him.

The photo shows a warehouse piled high with pirated videotapes.

Lu Guodong's face instantly turned pale, and he staggered back several steps.

"You...you...you..."

His lips trembled, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.