Chapter 1967: Rage

Zhang Guoli was panicking now!

When he received his son's call, he was having dinner with Wang Zhonglei. The voice from the phone threw him into complete panic.

He had only this one son, raised like a treasure, never willing to lay a hand on him, and now he had ended up like this.

He and Wang Zhonglei hurriedly got into the car, but halfway there, they received another call from Zhang Mo.

As soon as he spoke, Zhang Guoli felt like he was going crazy!

“Dad, he’s going to break my hands and feet! Come quick!”

Zhang Mo said to his father almost in tears.

“Son, don’t panic! Don’t panic! I’ll be there soon, I’ll be there soon!”

Zhang Guoli shouted, “Put him on the phone.”

But then there was a sharp crack, and clearly, Zhang Mo’s phone had been snatched away.

Zhang Guoli’s heart tightened, and he urged the driver again: “Faster, faster, even faster!”

At this point, he could only pray that before he arrived, the other party wouldn’t do anything to his son; otherwise, his son would surely suffer.

Wang Zhonglei’s face was also very pale at that moment.

He was praying.

Praying that it had nothing to do with that person.

There was no help for it; when Zhang Mo called for help, Wang Zhonglei hadn’t thought of anything else.

But after he got into the car, he suddenly remembered that he had once helped Ye Jing send someone to the film set where Zhang Mo was.

It was a young and beautiful female host.

Moreover, Ye Jing had specifically instructed him to take good care of her.

Could it be that Zhang Mo, that brat, was so bold as to provoke her?

The car sped forward, but Wang Zhonglei’s heart felt as if shrouded in gloom.

Back at the restaurant, Zhao Fusheng crushed Zhang Mo’s phone underfoot, but then remembered something, pulled out his own phone, and dialed a number.

“Hey, what made you think to call me?”

On the other end of the line, Ye Jing asked with some surprise.

“Heh, come to XX Street. I want to ask you, is this how you take care of the company’s people?”

Zhao Fusheng didn’t give him a good face; he coldly gave the address and hung up directly.

On the other end of the line, Ye Jing’s expression changed instantly.

Zhao Fusheng rarely spoke to him in such a tone.

In fact, in all the time they had known each other, this was the first time Zhao Fusheng had spoken to him so ruthlessly.

Something had happened!

That thought flashed through Ye Jing’s mind in an instant.

Intuition told him that something big had definitely happened!

Without a second word, Ye Jing left home and drove straight to the address Zhao Fusheng had given.

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Half an hour later, when Ye Jing hurried to the restaurant, he saw Wang Zhonglei and Zhang Guoli standing there, their faces pale.

“Chairman, this…”

Ye Jing was completely bewildered, frowning as he scanned the private room, somewhat surprised.

“President Ye, come, come, let me introduce you.”

Zhao Fusheng said with a cold laugh: “This is Zhang Mo. Today, he kept plying our company’s Liu Yan with drink, with the aim of taking her away.”

Then, he pointed at Zhang Guoli: “This is Teacher Zhang, President Ye should know him. What made Zhang Mo so arrogant? When I brought people here just now, Zhang Mo told me to wait if I had the guts, wait for his father to come. Well, now Teacher Zhang is here.”

Then, he looked at Wang Zhonglei: “And this President Wang, I entrusted someone to you, and this is how you take care of them?”

“And you, President Ye, I entrusted the person to you. I got her from Wang Changtian, and this is how the hell you take care of her for me?”

“A Zhang Mo dares to ply her with drink, dares to boast about wanting to sleep with someone from my company. Is this how you manage the company, Ye Jing? I gave you shares, gave you power, and this is how you manage for me? If one day my wife comes out to act, will she have to be coaxed into drinking too, huh?”

By the end, Zhao Fusheng was pointing at Ye Jing’s nose and cursing him out!

He was truly furious today.

All along, Zhao Fusheng had thought that people from Future Film wouldn’t encounter the kind of backstage dealings in the industry.

But now, it was clear he had been mistaken.

Ye Jing’s face was even uglier than Zhao Fusheng’s.

Every word Zhao Fusheng said was like a slap, one after another, hitting his face.

Who was Ye Jing?

A big shot in the Beijing circle, a genuine大院子弟 (child of a military compound).

What did he care about?

Face.

But now, he had no face left at all.

Not because of Zhao Fusheng, but because of Zhang Mo, because of Wang Zhonglei.

Glancing at Liu Yan, who was clearly drunk, Ye Jing didn’t say a word and strode toward Zhang Mo.

“Old Ye!”

Zhang Guoli stepped forward to block Ye Jing.

“Teacher Zhang, you’d better step aside, or I can’t guarantee that your son will see the sun tomorrow!”

Ye Jing said this in a sinister tone, staring coldly at Zhang Guoli: “Daring to touch someone from our company, I want to see how many heads he has!”

Zhang Guoli was silent.

He knew very well that Ye Jing was telling the truth.

In fact, such things were nothing in the industry; even he himself had experienced them.

Once, for a certain TV series, the director, having nothing better to do, made a female dancer perform a ballet on the floor.

Newcomers, especially new actresses, were vulnerable in this circle.

Zhang Mo liked to play with women; his father had heard about it but never took it seriously.

The mistake was that this time, Zhang Mo had hit a wall.

He had actually provoked Zhao Fusheng’s people.

The moment he walked in and saw Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Guoli knew that today’s matter was trouble.

If it were someone from within the circle, from another company, the combined face of himself and Wang Zhonglei would surely be enough to suppress the matter, or at least minimize it.

But the problem was, this person was Zhao Fusheng.

His wife was an actress, but he himself was a super-rich man.

Just as he had shouted at Ye Jing, today’s incident had touched Zhao Fusheng’s reverse scale. Ye Jing himself was like a clay Buddha crossing a river—barely able to save himself—so how could he possibly let Zhang Mo off?

Ye Jing walked up to Zhang Mo, looked at him, waved his hand, and called over two bodyguards: “Go, get me a case of beer.”

“Huh?”

The bodyguards looked at Zhao Fusheng, clearly puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Do as President Ye says.”

Given his status, he naturally couldn’t personally teach Zhang Mo a lesson, so the villain had to be played by Ye Jing.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng was also giving Ye Jing a chance.

If Ye Jing’s handling didn’t satisfy Zhao Fusheng, then he no longer needed to be in charge of Future Film.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng still call him “President Ye,” Ye Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Zhao Fusheng hadn’t completely given up on him after all.

What disappointed him was his own insensitivity to this matter, that he hadn’t even known such a thing had happened.

So the key to solving the problem lay with this guy in front of him.

Soon, the two bodyguards brought over a case of beer.

“Hold him down.”

Ye Jing pointed at Zhang Mo.

Quickly, the two bodyguards pinned Zhang Mo down, each grabbing one of his arms.

“Zhang Mo, you like drinking, don’t you?”

Ye Jing walked over, grabbed Zhang Mo’s face, and said fiercely.

“I…”

By now, Zhang Mo was dumbfounded.

“Bang!”

A beer bottle smashed onto Zhang Mo’s head.

“Who the hell do you think you are!”

“What kind of piece of shit are you!”

“You like drinking, don’t you?”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

With each sentence Ye Jing spoke, he smashed a beer bottle on Zhang Mo’s head.

He smashed ten bottles in a row.

The sound was crisp.

Zhang Mo was pinned down by the two bodyguards, unable to move, his head covered in blood from the broken glass, blood streaming down his face.

“Zhang Mo!”

The moment Ye Jing smashed the bottle on his son, Zhang Guoli wanted to rush over.

But Wang Zhonglei immediately grabbed him without a word.

“Don’t move!”

Wang Zhonglei lowered his voice: “Let him vent!”

The onlooker sees most; Wang Zhonglei knew very well that both Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing were holding back a fire. Since Zhang Mo had made a mistake, he had to accept punishment.

If Zhang Guoli rushed over now, not to mention whether he could save his son, his attitude alone would be a direct provocation to Zhao Fusheng.

Provoking Zhao Fusheng.

Zhang Guoli wasn’t enough!

Even with Huayi, it still wasn’t enough.

After smashing ten beer bottles in a row, Zhao Fusheng finally spoke.

“Enough!”

Hearing Zhao Fusheng’s words, Ye Jing stopped, picked up a napkin to wipe the beer from his hand, turned around, and looked at Zhao Fusheng: “I will give the company an explanation regarding this matter.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Good, I’ll wait for your report.”

Then, he stood up and said to the Liu Yiming siblings behind him: “Let’s go.”

The group left in a flourish.

From start to finish, Zhao Fusheng didn’t even glance at Wang Zhonglei or Zhang Guoli.

Only after Zhao Fusheng left did Zhang Guoli rush to Zhang Mo’s side and shout loudly: “Ambulance, call an ambulance!”

Meanwhile, Wang Zhonglei walked up to Ye Jing.

“I’m sorry.”

Wang Zhonglei looked at Ye Jing and said in a low voice: “I didn’t know things would turn out like this.”

Ye Jing gave a bitter smile and shook his head: “I know, it’s not your fault.”

He was also an old hand in the game; how could he not know about the dirty dealings in these film crews?

He just hadn’t expected that there would be an idiot like Zhang Mo who dared to touch someone from Future Film.

More importantly, he hadn’t expected that Zhao Fusheng would happen to witness this.

If Zhao Fusheng hadn’t known about this, there might have been a way to cover it up, or to minimize the matter.

But the person involved was Liu Yiming’s own sister, and Zhao Fusheng had actually seen what happened with his own eyes today.

Ye Jing knew that he needed to show an attitude on this matter.

Otherwise, Zhao Fusheng would not hesitate to take action.

Just then, Ye Jing’s phone rang. He looked down at the message on it, then looked up again, his expression already changed.

“Zhang Mo should go abroad.”

Ye Jing looked at Zhang Guoli and said flatly: “As long as I’m alive, he should never set foot in China again. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee his safety.”

With that, Ye Jing turned and left without another word.