Huayu: It's normal for me, as a director, to mentor young actresses, right?

Chapter 32 What face do you have with me?

Lin Yu was fast asleep when the phone rang.

After leaving the bath, Dilraba quickly tidied up and went back to her room.

Before leaving, she looked back at him with some reluctance. Lin Yu waved his hand, signaling her to hurry up, as he really couldn't hold on any longer.

After seeing Dilraba off, Lin Yu didn't even bother to change his clothes and just collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

I was completely exhausted.

The phone kept ringing incessantly.

Lin Yu fumbled around by the bed for a while before finally finding his phone. His eyes were still closed as he groggily asked, "Hello, who is this?"

Not many people know this phone number, so Lin Yu usually answers even if it's an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, Yu-zai, this is your Uncle Zeng." A hoarse, duck-like voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Yu was taken aback, and his brows furrowed.

I do have several uncles with the surname Zeng, but none of them have this voice.

Lin Yu glanced at his phone with unease; the unfamiliar number made him even more suspicious.

"Uncle Zeng?" Lin Yu sat up, his voice filled with doubt. "Which Uncle Zeng?"

"Zeng Zhiwei," the other person's hoarse voice carried a hint of familiarity, "Yu-zai, someone asked me to talk to you and make peace. We're all in the same industry, so let's be friends and make money together."

Lin Yu's sleepiness vanished instantly.

Damn it, who does he think he can make me call him uncle?

Do you really think you're someone important just because those sycophants in the entertainment industry call you "big boss"?

"I don't know him," Lin Yu replied coldly, hung up the phone, and went back to sleep on the bed.

Before Lin Yu could even close his eyes, the phone rang again.

Lin Yu was genuinely getting impatient this time.

He answered the phone, "Who is this?"

"Hey, young man, we're all in the same industry, we see each other all the time, why make things so awkward? Give me some face."

The hoarse voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of threat.

"Make peace? Who do you want to help make peace?" Lin Yu took a deep breath.

He was so angry he laughed.

I don't understand why these people from the port city are always so condescending, speaking in a condescending tone.

When Zeng Zhiwei uttered the words "make peace," Lin Yu already knew who had contacted him.

In the past few months, apart from Sugarman, he hasn't messed around with any other companies.

"Big Boss," as the saying goes, the most important thing in this world is to have self-awareness, you know that?

"Young man, that's perfect. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth," Zeng Zhiwei said with a hint of amusement. "I heard that the sugar figurine tycoon, Mr. Cai, offended you the other day. How about we give him face and let him host a banquet to apologize to you? What do you say?"

Lin Yu chuckled: "Interesting. I heard you're the number one lewd guy in Hong Kong's entertainment circle. What, did that guy surnamed Cai offer himself to you? You really aren't picky."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Lin Yu, don't be ungrateful!" Zeng Zhiwei's voice rose angrily. "I'm giving you face by calling you 'youngster,' but I, Zeng Zhiwei, have been in this world for so many years, and I haven't relied solely on my words!"

No wonder he's a "big shot" in the Hong Kong entertainment circle.

The pungent stench of arrogance had already seeped through the microphone and assaulted him.

"Wait a minute," Lin Yu suddenly thought of a question, "Don't be angry. How did you get this number?"

We need to clarify this matter first; the leakage of our privacy is the real issue.

"Huh?" Zeng Zhiwei was confused by the question. Was that the point? "Boss Cai gave it to me."

"I understand." Lin Yu understood immediately.

Naza.

When I was preparing the contract, I was asked to fill in an emergency contact number, and I guess I filled in my number at that time.

This "love-struck" mentality is really...

I blame myself for not telling her beforehand that the number was special, but that won't stop me from teaching her a "lesson" later.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"Lin Yu," Zeng Zhiwei's voice rang out again, this time with a clear threat, "If you don't give me face, you're not giving face to the entire Hong Kong entertainment circle. You'd better think carefully about the consequences, young man!"

"I'm really sorry," Lin Yu replied with a smile, "you don't give me any face at all."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and blocked the number.

Does she think she's some kind of redhead, expecting everyone to give her face?

If you have an older brother who is a commander in the garrison, you might be able to ask me for some face.

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On the other end of the phone, Zeng Zhiwei slammed his fist on the table in anger.

Standing in front of him, Cai Yinong was startled: "Brother Zeng, what did that mainland guy say?"

Zeng Zhiwei glanced at Cai Yinong sideways, his face very unpleasant: "This scoundrel, he doesn't know how to be polite."

Upon hearing this, Cai Yinong became somewhat anxious: "Then, Brother Zeng, what do you think we should do about this?"

Cai Yinong was also desperate and grasping at straws.

He contacted many people in mainland China, but as soon as they heard about Lin Yu's methods, they all hurriedly refused, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Left with no other choice, she fled back to Hong Kong and spent a great deal of money to find Zeng Zhiwei.

Only he dared to take on this challenge, saying he could handle the matter.

"Don't worry," Zeng Zhiwei waved his hand dismissively, "I'll take care of this for you. What's wrong with a mainland kid? Does he think he's so great?"

Cai Yinong breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little uneasy.

If Lin Yu were here, he would definitely make a few sarcastic remarks about him, asking how much fake alcohol he had drunk and how he dared to make any kind of wish.

I wonder how many people Cai Yinong sent to him, taking on so many jobs and daring to accept any kind of work.

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Lin Yu was still furious even after blocking Zeng Zhiwei.

He sat up, picked up his phone, and began rapidly tapping on the screen.

Since this guy surnamed Zeng dares to jump out, let's find him something to do first.

These people from Hong Kong are truly like people who eat from a bowl and then curse its master.

These people from Hong Kong are truly like people who eat from a bowl and then curse its master.

Repairing one person surnamed Zeng is not enough.

The scope of the crackdown needs to be broader, otherwise these people won't know who's feeding them.

After sending the message, Lin Yu put down his phone, let out a long sigh, and comfortably lay back down on the bed.

Now I can finally get a good night's sleep.

Unfortunately, I hadn't slept for long when my phone rang again at the most inopportune time.

Lin Yu closed his eyes, his brows furrowed.

Damn it, when will this group ever stop?

It seems these people are no ordinary rebels; we must take strong measures.

He reached for his phone, turned it off, and, with the last bit of drowsiness, went back to sleep.

Unfortunately, the phone ringing didn't let him off the hook.

Less than a minute later, it rang again.

This time, Lin Yu was not sleepy at all.

He jolted awake, grabbed his phone, and answered it angrily: "This is non-negotiable, don't call again!"

"Tsk tsk," the voice on the other end of the phone was quite calm, not Zeng Zhiwei's hoarse voice, "What has made Young Master Lin so angry?"

Lin Yu was taken aback when he heard this address.

He then picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was still a Hong Kong number, but this time it had a note on it.

Kenneth Fok.