Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 105 The Hatred of Killing My Master

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Fan Bingbing's head was starting to spin.

She's not usually averse to drinking, but she drank too quickly tonight.

Yamamoto seemed to be in a hurry, toasting one cup after another, and Wang Zhonglei didn't stop him, occasionally even chiming in, "Let's toast again."

It's nothing.

What terrified her was that she overheard something when she came back from the restroom.

"...Mr. Yamamoto, rest assured, Huayi's motto is to ensure our partners' satisfaction. Bingbing is our most beautiful artist, isn't she great?"

"Yoshi, yoshi."

Then Wang Zhonglei's voice lowered, and Fan Bingbing could not hear him clearly.

But she heard the last three words.

"Play whatever you want."

Japanese?

Play casually?

Her heart sank.

She recalled those rumors—Japanese dinner parties, Japanese "hospitality," the Japanese...

They felt incredibly humiliated.

She dared not think any further.

She walked quickly back to the bathroom, closed the door, and took out her phone.

I scrolled through my contacts and found that name.

Qian Lang.

He sent her a text message that morning; she stared at those few words for a long time but didn't reply.

Now he has become her last straw in Beijing, the last straw she could reach for help.

She didn't intend to contact Huang Jinghua.

She knew it was no use!

Help me!

Address: No. 31, XXXXX, Dongcheng District

After sending the message, delete it.

She didn't know if Qian Lang would come to rescue her.

She was truly at her wit's end.

After sending the message, she put her phone in her bag, washed her face, and looked at her pale face in the mirror.

Then she took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went back inside.

Inside the private room, Yamamoto's eyes were already narrowed to slits.

It's not sleepiness, it's the kind of squinting a cat does when it sees a mouse.

As soon as Fan Bingbing sat down, his hand was placed on hers.

"Miss Fan,"

He leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Panasonic has a large investment in China and needs brand ambassadors. We would be very interested in a big star like you."

His hand gently caressed the back of her hand.

Fan Bingbing withdrew her hand, raised her glass, and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, this is a toast to you."

Yamamoto smiled and picked up his glass as well.

But after he finished drinking, his hand came back.

This time it's the thigh.

Fan Bingbing froze.

She looked at Wang Zhonglei.

Wang Zhonglei was chatting with Yamamoto's deputy and seemed not to have seen anything.

Fan Bingbing pulled her legs back.

Yamamoto's hand followed forward, and then upward.

Time passed by, second by second.

Fan Bingbing's mind began to go blank.

The alcohol burns in the blood, and the fear burns in the heart.

She wanted to stand up and walk, but her legs were too weak to move.

Yamamoto's hand was still moving upwards.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Everyone instinctively looked towards the doorway.

Then a person flew in.

It definitely flew.

He burst through the door and flew in, crashing heavily to the ground. He tried to get up, but after a struggle, he lay back down.

Wang Zhonglei stood up.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed.

A light shone in Fan Bingbing's eyes.

Just then, a man walked in with his hands in his pockets.

That looked like they were visiting a brothel.

"Hey, having a get-together?"

Qian Lang said in a nonchalant manner.

"Money Wave?"

Wang Zhonglei said this with a livid face.

He was a little unsure, though he had seen Qian Lang's photos before.

Qian Lang glanced at him.

Then he scanned everyone in the private room.

He didn't look at Fan Bingbing, but instead stopped looking at Yamamoto's face.

Then he laughed.

"My grandson, I've been looking for you for so long."

Yamamoto stood up to meet Qian Lang's gaze.

"Baka! Who are you?"

"It's your grandpa. Your grandpa killed my grandpa 50 years ago. Today I'm here for revenge."

Qian Lang had thought about this on his way here.

He can go and save Fan Bingbing.

However, Fan Bingbing should be removed from this matter.

Because Fan Bingbing's agency contract is still with Huayi Brothers, the penalty for breach of contract is astronomical.

Therefore, he cannot lay a hand on Wang Zhonglei.

He wanted to laugh as soon as he entered the door.

I didn't expect it to be a Japanese soldier.

Things are simple now.

Qian Lang's words just now left everyone completely bewildered.

Wang Zhonglei glanced at Qian Lang, then at Yamamoto.

"Qian Lang, give me some face..."

"The hatred for my killing, Mr. Wang, what do you think? I've been keeping an eye on him for a long time, hehe."

As Qian Lang spoke, he walked step by step toward Yamamoto.

"Mr. Wang, don't make things difficult for yourself, otherwise..."

He came up to Yamamoto.

"Snap!"

"Baka! Call the police!"

"Mr. Wang, have you thought this through? If you call the police today, Huayi is finished!"

Qian Lang offered a reminder.

What era are we living in now?

Any Chinese company that helps the Japanese bully their own people will be in big trouble.

Moreover, Huayi is an entertainment company.

Wang Zhonglei stared, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"Qian Lang, give me some face."

He spoke each word carefully.

"Snap!"

Qian Lang didn't say anything.

She answered him with her actions.

Fan Bingbing had already run to the side.

But his eyes were shining.

She hadn't expected Qian Lang to be so considerate.

She was even considering turning against Huayi.

As she watched Qian Lang repeatedly slap Yamamoto, her heart trembled.

A woman trembles for a man.

"Snap!"

"I'm going to report you to the embassy."

*Slap!* *Slap!*

The money keeps flowing, it keeps being withdrawn, it keeps withdrawing from the left side.

It's swollen and numb.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I beg you, please stop hitting me."

"Kneel down! Admit your mistake, admit your mistake for your grandfather!"

Qian Lang said coldly.

Yamamoto hesitated.

*Smack!*

Yamamoto—kneel!

Qian Lang laughed.

"The Sick Man of East Asia!"

Qian Lang cursed.

He then smiled at Wang Zhonglei again.

"Mr. Wang, if you want revenge for him, come find me. I'm ready!"

Wang Zhonglei was so angry that his chest heaved.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing fruit on the table, Qian Lang picked up a slice of watermelon, took a bite, and then drifted away!

A voice came from behind me.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you alright?"

It was Fan Bingbing's anxious voice.

"Baka, get lost!"

hehe!!

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It's 10 o'clock.

BJ's is still as bright as ever.

The daytime heat in the air began to gradually fade, and the breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Qian Lang walked out of the alley.

He really did miss his grandfather.

His grandfather passed away, but it was only two years ago.

He didn't go back home for Qingming Festival this year either.

Perhaps the old man has been waiting for his incense stick to burn for a long time.

Lost in thought, he got into the car.

Come back home.

I was listening to the radio in the car, and it was playing Liu Yifei's "The Next Dawn".

As he listened, the corners of his mouth turned up.

He knew that Fan Bingbing's connection had started to move.

Fate is still so strange.

He had a feeling that things had turned out unexpectedly well.

After returning home, he began to wait.

At 11 o'clock, his phone rang.

"Feed?"

"Okay, I'm home now."

"No rush, let's wait a while. It's not appropriate for us to meet now."

"Heh, do you think I'd be afraid of Huayi?"

"Okay, then you can treat me to a meal in a while."

Qian Lang hung up the phone.

The call was made by Fan Bingbing.

She said Wang Zhonglei was determined to make things difficult for him.

He ruined the entire collaboration between Huayi and Panasonic.

Qian Lang naturally didn't care.

He's someone who doesn't care about fleas or debts.

Besides, for Fan Bingbing's sake, and for the sake of fate, offending Huayi is worth it.

Qian Lang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

He slept exceptionally well that night.