Qiao Nian took out her phone and leaned over there, lowering her eyes to edit the message. After a moment, she raised her head and said to him, "I told her."
"Thank you." Jiang Li knew that if he paid, Director Li might be forced to accept his kindness, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
If Yuan Yongqin invested in the movie instead, the nature of the matter would be different. Not only Director Li, but the entire crew would be happy about it.
The more Jiang Li looked at her, the more he thought she was so well behaved. He was just about to raise his hand to touch her face.
The girl half-closed her eyes and glanced at him, then turned her cap to the back, stretched her legs and pushed the chair back, creating some distance between them, and looked at him with an annoyed look: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Li's hands were about to move but were instantly stopped by the boss's eyes, and he changed the subject immediately: "Why hasn't Mr. Wang come yet?"
Qiao Nian happened to see someone sending her a WeChat message, and it was a message from Ye Wangchuan. While playing with her phone, she lowered her eyes and said to him, "He ran into some trouble downstairs, and will be coming up soon."
"Oh." Jiang Li didn't like the pig who snatched their precious cabbage right under his nose, so he just asked casually. In fact, it didn't matter whether he came or not. It would be best if he didn't come.
Qiao Nian didn't notice the change in his expression. She was reading the brief message Ye Wangchuan sent her on WeChat: [If anything happens, come over right away].
*
The garage under the hotel.
The arrogant man was sitting in the car and talking on the phone. His voice was low and charming: "When are you coming over? Hmm?"
"Right away." It was Mo Xi's voice on the other end.
He raised his eyes to look at the people rustling not far away outside, the corners of his lips curled up fiercely, but he spoke calmly: "Hurry up, don't let the mouse run away."
Mo Xi smiled and immediately said, "Ten minutes."
Ye Wangchuan glanced at the time on his watch, then at those who were about to leave. He decisively opened the car door and got out. He walked briskly in front of the group with his long legs. He smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Brother, can you talk for a minute?"
The people in the garage really didn't expect that an oriental man would suddenly jump out and start chatting with them.
The leader looked at the person blocking the road with vigilance and said in a rough and unpleasant voice: "Get out of the way! Don't fucking block the road!"
"Tsk." It was the first time that Ye Wangchuan was told to get out. The corners of his eyes slightly raised and the smile on his mouth widened, but he had no intention of moving away.
The man was busy collecting money and doing things, and didn't want to waste time with him. He cursed and walked over to hit him: "I told you to get out of here..."
As soon as the words fell.
His wrist bone was grabbed by someone and he was easily turned over. The man screamed in pain and asked for help.
Someone behind him reacted and rushed over angrily, swinging his fist.
Ye Wangchuan grabbed the man's wrist with one hand, and then he skillfully did a roundhouse kick, sending the man rushing towards him flying.
He stood still, looking at the people who were obviously beginning to be afraid and on guard, with the same lazy and casual tone as before: "Want to chat?"
*
On the other side, Beijing City.
Su Qing had absolutely no intention of caring about the artists' magazine shoots. Her phone had been ringing non-stop since the first call from Mu Yiyi's female assistant.
The calls kept coming in.
Every call was to inform her of bad news.
She just communicated with Weibo about Mu Yiyi's account, but the other party was vague and only said that they would help her check it but did not give a definite answer.
Before she had finished dealing with the issue of her Weibo account, Director Li contacted her again, and his words hinted at a replacement.
(End of this chapter)