Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 87 Four-Clawed Golden Dragon

The sun in Hong Kong at 2 pm is truly powerful.

Qian Lang's face turned red from the sun.

By this time, he had been surrounded by dozens of people, all of whom were friendly onlookers.

Of course, it wasn't just four security guards who collapsed.

Four fell, and then a bunch came.

He still follows the same principle: he never strikes first—he waits for the opponent to strike first!

"The police are here! The police are here!"

Finally, two officers arrived, a man and a woman, who looked somewhat like local police officers.

The security guard in charge immediately began to accuse Qian Lang of his misconduct.

However, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

"You started it."

"There is no law in Hong Kong that says a young man can't sit here."

"It's not obstructing traffic."

Before Qian Lang could even speak, the surrounding crowd started shouting.

"The media is coming soon, officers, you'd better be careful."

Got it!

The two policemen shrugged – "We can't handle this. You'll have to deal with it yourselves."

The two police officers also became onlookers.

Of course, they were also afraid of the conflict escalating.

At this moment, Qian Lang's eyes were fixed on the main entrance of China Star.

Someone else has arrived!

Leading the way was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a dark shirt. His hair was neatly combed, his eyes were deep, and his face was expressionless.

He was followed by seven or eight people, some in suits and some in uniforms, with the two closest to him being burly men who looked like bodyguards.

Qian Lang recognized him at a glance.

Long Wu is here!

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

The group walked straight up to Qian Lang.

The boss first looked around at the security guards who had bruised and swollen faces.

Then, expressionless, he stared down at Qian Lang.

Qian Lang sat down.

Their gazes, however, remained unwavering.

He's in the right, who's he afraid of?

"Young man, do you want to see me?"

He spoke casually to the eldest brother.

Qian Lang shook his head.

Who are you?

Xiang the boss paused for a moment, but his face remained expressionless.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"I'm tired!"

Qian Lang closed his eyes as he spoke.

He's not here to reason; he's here to disgust people.

He's also here to tell the Hong Kong entertainment circle that Qian Lang is not to be trifled with!

At that moment, someone nearby whispered something in the boss's ear.

"Boss, the media will be here soon."

Xiang the boss finally frowned.

Then he forced a smile onto his face.

"Young man, let's go inside and talk!"

Qian Lang opened his eyes.

"On what grounds?"

Anger couldn't help but show on the boss's face.

However, it only flashed by.

For so many years has no one dared to speak to him like that?

However, he is now the chairman of a listed company.

He has to endure it!

"Young man, you're not playing by the rules."

Xiang's voice turned a little cold.

Qian Lang laughed.

"Boss, your people are disgusting me, and that's considered following the rules?"

"My people?"

Xiang the boss frowned.

Qian Lang sneered again.

"Haha, Zhang Baizhi charges 10 yuan in mainland China for a year of being a gigolo. When did she become so cheap?"

Upon hearing this, the eldest brother frowned even more deeply.

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

He really didn't know about this!

However, there's no time left.

If this continues, tomorrow will be the most embarrassing day for the Xiang family this year.

All the gossip newspapers will be filled with news about the Xiang family.

"Please come in. I will definitely give you an explanation."

He was speaking to the eldest brother.

But his gaze remained fixed on Qian Lang.

Qian Lang smiled.

His smile was somewhat disdainful.

The boss is trying to provoke him.

Provoke him to see if he dares to go in.

If he didn't want to offend Boss Xiang too much, he would be saying "You should beg me" right now.

"lead the way!"

Qian Lang stood up as he spoke.

As for whether Boss Xiang will go inside to deal with him, with so many people watching, he's safer going anywhere than China Star.

"There's no show to watch."

"It's over, it's over."

"Officer, would you like to come in with us?"

The crowd erupted in another uproar.

Qian Lang and Xiang Laoda have already headed towards China Star.

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The office is very large.

It's so big that it doesn't feel like an office, but more like an exhibition hall.

The sofa is also very large.

It's not like the little sofa in Beijing.

Qian Lang looked at Boss Xiang's office and felt a pang of envy.

Floor-to-ceiling windows occupy an entire wall, offering views of Victoria Harbour. The sea sparkles in the sunlight, the Star Ferry glides slowly by, and across the water, the high-rise buildings of Central are densely packed, resembling a forest of steel and concrete.

This is what a man should do!

"Young man, please have a seat!"

The boss, however, had a good attitude at this time.

Even those around him advised him to quit.

There were only the two of them in the office.

"Who dares to provoke the Xiang family?"

Just then, a woman's voice came from the doorway again.

The person hadn't arrived, but the voice had already reached them.

Qian Lang could detect an arrogant tone in the voice.

He probably also knew who had come.

Sure enough, a fat woman soon entered through the door.

He was fat, but in a way that suggested he was well-off.

She was in her fifties, with short hair, permed into tight curls, and meticulously combed back.

Her face was round, but her chin was taut, and the flesh on her cheeks sagged slightly.

His face was now filled with anger.

Qian Lang glanced at it and then looked away.

I couldn't be bothered with her.

He plopped down on the sofa as if he were at home.

Seeing Qian Lang's state, Mrs. Xiang's anger intensified.

"Kid, didn't you ask around..."

"Alright, let's sit down and talk."

The eldest brother stopped Xiang Tai.

He also gave Qian Lang a bottle of mineral water, and then sat down opposite Qian Lang.

"Young man, tell me about Zhang Baizhi's situation."

Qian Lang just smiled.

He laughed even more arrogantly than Mrs. Xiang.

"Why don't you look it up yourself? Haha, Boss Xiang, are you getting old?"

"Kid..."

Mrs. Xiang, who had just sat down, stood up again.

"Calm down, calm down..."

The eldest brother pulled Xiang Tai aside and spoke.

This constant startling and jumping around is giving him a headache.

"Go ask Cecilia if she's ever taken on a guy in China for 10 a year."

"How is that possible? Dollars?"

Mrs. Xiang also looked surprised.

Qian Lang looked somewhat surprised; the other party seemed genuinely unaware.

Mrs. Xiang glanced at Qian Lang and walked out.

At that moment, another person entered.

It was a woman, probably Xiang's secretary or assistant, who gave Xiang a document.

Qian Lang didn't know what it was.

The eldest brother, however, observed very carefully.

Money Wave!

Duan Yu, a genius writer, a producer, and China Film Group!

He shrank his eyes towards the boss.

China Film Group.

These two words carry immense weight.

In Hong Kong's entertainment industry, it's clear to everyone that the center of the entire film market is shifting northward.

He naturally understood.

But the people from the north are not easy to deal with.

He's a tiger in Hong Kong, but in Beijing, he's nothing.

And China Film Group!

He's a tiger in Beijing too.

Do not!

It is a dragon—a five-clawed golden dragon.