novelraw Chapter 47 You Can't Afford to Offend
Chapter 47 You Can't Afford to Offend
The company hasn't officially opened yet; the business license is still in the pipeline.
Qian Lang had a rare moment of leisure the next day.
The new house is all set up, and the company is fully staffed. They're just waiting for all the paperwork to be completed. The movie is still in the pre-production stage, and Ning Hao is assembling the team, so he doesn't need to worry about it for now.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, he leaned back in the boss's chair, feeling a little sleepy.
The office door was closed, and occasionally Lin Sisi's voice could be heard answering the phone outside, soft and like a lullaby.
Just as I was dozing off, the phone rang.
"Mr. Qian,"
Lin Sisi's voice came through the microphone.
"A Miss Li Xiaolu is looking for you."
Qian Lang was stunned for a moment.
Li Xiaolu?
The name flashed through my mind; it must have been Han Sanping who made the connection.
But he had already given the role to Yang Lei.
This has caused quite a stir.
However, he didn't think much of it and just sent the person away.
Soon, Lin Sisi brought Li Xiaolu to his office.
"Mr. Qian, Ms. Li, please. I'll get you some water."
Lin Sisi spoke very politely.
Qian Lang was also sizing up Li Xiaolu at this moment.
Li Xiaolu stood at the door, wearing a light pink short down jacket, which was open to reveal a white turtleneck sweater underneath.
She wore dark blue skinny jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs, and white sneakers. The outfit looked casual, but it was all carefully chosen.
She stood there, her gaze sweeping around the office before settling on Qian Lang.
In that instant, Qian Lang read something else in her eyes—not curiosity, not politeness, but a scrutinizing, examining, and even slightly amused gaze.
Okay, this kind of gaze is very familiar to Qian Lang.
It's contempt, it's disdain.
Qian Lang frowned slightly, but he still maintained proper etiquette.
"Miss Li, it's an honor to meet you! Please have a seat!"
Qian Lang stood up and said with a smile.
Seeing Qian Lang's attitude, Li Xiaolu's disdain intensified.
It's a small, run-down company, and the decor is shabby too.
Although Qian Lang is decent-looking, the entertainment industry is never short of handsome men.
She really couldn't see anything special about Qian Lang, and even asked Han Sanping to remind her not to provoke him.
"Mr. Qian, I apologize for the intrusion; I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Li Xiaolu said with a forced smile.
"It's an honor to have you here! Please have a seat!"
Qian Lang came out from behind the desk, pointed to the sofa, and said.
Li Xiaolu walked over and sat down on the sofa.
She took off her down jacket and casually draped it over the sofa armrest, revealing a white turtleneck sweater.
The sweater was very form-fitting, outlining the curves of her upper body in a way that was not exaggerated but just right.
She crossed her legs, her toes dangling slightly, looking very relaxed, like a neighbor visiting, not an actor there to discuss business.
"Miss Li, please have some water!"
Lin Sisi placed a glass of water in front of Li Xiaolu and said something, then turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Qian Lang sat down opposite her.
"Miss Li, what brings you here today?"
He asked the question knowing full well.
He felt a little regretful; he should have called Han Sanping yesterday.
"Oh, Uncle Han said you have a notebook and asked me to come and take a look."
Li Xiaolu spoke casually.
His tone carried a slightly condescending air.
It was as if her presence was an act of charity.
Qian Lang was taken aback when he heard this.
It seems I heard something quite surprising.
Then he slapped his thigh.
"Oh dear, what a mess! Ms. Li, you're a Golden Horse Award-winning actress. I thought you wouldn't be interested in the role, so I didn't dare approach you and cast someone else!"
Qian Lang said with great regret.
His face showed an expression of having missed out on hundreds of millions.
Li Xiaolu was also taken aback when she heard this.
"You've already decided on someone else?"
"Yeah, I thought... I thought... Hey..."
"Can't it be changed?"
"Well, my company just opened, you see, I have to uphold the spirit of the contract."
The spirit of contract?
Li Xiaolu wanted to laugh when she heard this.
This circle is all about personal relationships and interests; nobody cares about the spirit of contracts.
But she couldn't smile now.
She felt like she had been tricked.
Her first thought was to confront Han Sanping, but she didn't have the courage.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Han Sanping treats her like a little niece. If you really offend Han Sanping, she can crush you like an ant.
But what is Qian Lang anyway?
Li Xiaolu's gaze towards Qian Lang turned somewhat cold.
"Mr. Qian, I apologize for disturbing you!"
"Hey, what a mess this has made. How about I treat you to a meal as an apology?"
"No."
As Li Xiaolu spoke, she stood up and picked up her down jacket.
She didn't want to stay in that place for even a second longer.
"Miss Li, let me see you off..."
"Need not!"
At this point, Li Xiaolu stopped pretending, put on her clothes, and turned to leave.
Qian Lang watched her leave, touched his nose, and sneered.
Then he shouted outside.
"Bai Xue, come in and tidy up."
As he spoke, he sat back down in the boss's chair.
Bai Xue came in quickly and began bending down to tidy up the coffee table.
Qian Lang was admiring the curves of her back from behind.
I got so engrossed in watching it!
Li Xiaolu, who left [Inspur Company], was seething with hatred.
She dared not offend Han Sanping, but she hated Qian Lang.
Why should I?
How dare a small, run-down company play her for a fool?
She didn't believe a single word of what Qian Lang had just said.
Once inside the car, he could no longer contain himself and took out his phone.
"Xiao Jun."
"Yes, it's me."
"Help me pack someone up, I'll send you the information in a bit."
After arranging things, Li Xiaolu sneered and glared hatefully in the direction of Langchao Company.
"Let's see if you'll live or die!"
After saying that, he started the car and drove away!
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At 8 p.m., Qian Lang left the company and prepared to go to the underground parking lot to retrieve his car.
Nothing much happened today, but he still didn't leave early, since he'd be alone when he got back anyway.
The elevator descended, the doors opened, and he stepped into the dim light.
The parking lot was quiet, with only the faint hum of the overhead fluorescent lights.
His car was parked at the very back, near the corner.
Footsteps echoed in the empty space.
He stopped halfway there.
Ahead, behind a concrete pillar, stood several people indistinctly.
He didn't move, his gaze sweeping around.
Left, right, behind.
One, two, three... about ten.
We're surrounded.
They were all young people in their early twenties, with dyed yellow or red hair and wearing flashy clothes.
Some were carrying sticks, while others were empty-handed; they slowly surrounded him, blocking him in the middle.
Qian Lang stood still, neither running nor panicking.
"Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?"
Qian Lang asked a question.
He's not afraid of fighting, but he doesn't like fighting either.
only!
"Someone asked us to pass on a message to you—there are some people you can't afford to offend."
One of the blond-haired men was blowing smoke rings as he spoke.
Qian Lang touched his nose.
He probably understood.
However, he also felt that the other party was being a bit arrogant.
This is where?
The capital city, right under the emperor's feet!
How dare she?
Of course, they just dare to do it.
Further discussion is pointless!
Money is flowing!
He took a step forward and crashed directly into the blond-haired man's arms.
Before the blond-haired man could react, the baseball bat was snatched from his hand.
Qian Lang swung his stick back and smashed it into his knee.
"ah--!"
The blond-haired man screamed and knelt on one knee.
Qian Lang didn't stop; he swept his stick across, forcing back two people who rushed up from the left.
Then, he sidestepped the blow from behind, grabbed the man's wrist, twisted and pulled, and the man staggered and crashed into a car next to him with a thud.
Then it was his turn to perform.
He's a professional fighter!
In less than five minutes, the ground was covered with yellow hair.
Some people wailed, some were in pain and tears were streaming down their faces, and some were begging for mercy.
Qian Lang walked up to the blond-haired man who had just spoken.
At this moment, the blond-haired man was looking at Qian Lang with a terrified expression.
Li Xiaolu had told him that the target was quite capable in combat.
But seriously, is this even a fighting ability? This guy is practically inhuman.
Qian Lang squatted down, grabbed his hair, pulled his head up, and asked calmly.
"Who's your boss?!"