Chapter 0886: Apologize?

As it turned out, the saying 'If you have nothing on your conscience, you won't fear a knock at the door' holds some truth. At the very least, if a person hasn't done anything wrong to others, they can remain quite composed no matter when or where.

For example, Ma Dajun's face was very grim at the moment, because he knew clearly that Jiang Wen was cursing him.

But the problem was that he couldn't show his guilt, even though he was actually very nervous inside, after all, what he had done was not exactly honorable.

Taking a deep breath, Ma Dajun made himself look calm, raised his head to look at Jiang Wen, and said, 'Old Jiang, are you misunderstanding something?'

Jiang Wen sneered, 'I wasn't talking about you. Why are you so eager to jump out?'

Ma Dajun was taken aback, and his face immediately darkened. Jiang Wen's words made him lose face. After all, he was now a well-known director. After being rebutted by Jiang Wen like this, Ma Dajun's gaze turned gloomy, and he stopped speaking.

'Xiao Jiang, what's going on? What are you making a fuss about?'

As the elder brother in the circle, Zheng Xiaolong stepped in without hesitation and began to inquire.

Jiang Wen could confront Ma Dajun tit for tat, but he dared not act arrogant in front of Zheng Xiaolong. Upon hearing this, he explained, 'Teacher Zheng, this is a long story...'

Before he could finish, Ye Jing spoke up: "Let me say it. We few..."

After all, his standing in the Beijing circle was higher than Jiang Wen's, so some things were more appropriate for him to say.

It wasn't a very complicated matter, and Ye Jing finished quickly. Finally, he glanced at Ma Dajun, whose face had turned pale, and said flatly, "To be honest, Feihong and I didn't know about this initially. I really didn't expect someone to play such a ridiculous trick."

The entire room fell silent; no one refuted Ye Jing's words. Although Ye Jing didn't say how the script had been sent to China Film, everyone understood that this matter was most likely related to Ma Dajun. Otherwise, Ma Dajun wouldn't have stepped forward when Jiang Wen started speaking.

Zheng Xiaolong's expression also turned grim. He had known about the conflict between Jiang Wen and Ma Dajun before, but he hadn't expected Ma Dajun to retaliate in such a way.

"Xiao Ma, did you really send the script to China Film?" After a long pause, Zheng Xiaolong spoke slowly, his tone flat.

"Yes, Teacher Zheng, but I really didn't know about Old Jiang's investment. At the time, Lu Chuan brought me the script and asked me to help review it and find some connections. I happened to be having dinner with someone from China Film, so I mentioned it casually..." Ma Dajun quickly explained, because this matter could be serious or minor, and he didn't want to ruin his reputation.

"This matter has a bad influence. You all should have a good talk." Zheng Xiaolong stood up as he spoke: "I'm tired. I'll leave first."

With that, he simply left, leaving the group staring at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes followed Zheng Xiaolong's retreating back, and he chuckled inwardly. As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier. Under the current awkward situation, this approach was undoubtedly the most appropriate—leaving the matter to the parties involved to negotiate and handle themselves. Whether they ended up apologizing with tea or having a falling out didn't matter at all.

At the very least, news of discord within the Beijing circle must not leak out from this gathering.

Since the big shot had spoken, the others naturally dared not delay. Soon, only Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen and the others, along with Ma Dajun and the Huayi brothers Wang, remained in the private room. Oh, and Gao Zhenhai also stayed, sitting there with his arms crossed, lost in thought.

Wang Zhongjun gave his brother a meaningful look. Wang Zhonglei was startled for a moment, then quickly understood. He got up, went out to call the waiter, and ordered a new table of dishes.

"We're all friends here. If there's any misunderstanding, let's clear it up. Don't take it to heart," Wang Zhongjun said, sitting there, glancing at Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, then at Ma Dajun, taking the initiative to speak.

Although the Wang brothers had entered the Beijing circle through Ma Dajun, their business had grown considerably. To some extent, they had transformed into investors, naturally giving them a bit more say.

The entertainment industry is a business. Whoever has more money has a louder voice.

"Whether it was a misunderstanding or intentional, we're all smart people. There's no need to hide anything," Ye Jing said slowly. "I need an explanation for this matter."

As one of the major figures in the Beijing circle, Ye Jing might keep a low profile, but that didn't mean he was easy to deal with. This time, although Ma Dajun hadn't acted intentionally, he had inadvertently caused trouble for Ye Jing. To put it bluntly, the grudge between Ma Dajun and Jiang Wen was personal, but he should never have dragged others into it.

Of course, if the person involved hadn't been Ye Jing, it might have been overlooked. In this world, might makes right. So Ma Dajun was simply unlucky that Jiang Wen had recently grown close to Ye Jing.

Ma Dajun, being straightforward, stood up and personally poured a glass of wine for Ye Jing, then one for Yu Feihong. When he got to Zhao Fusheng and was about to pour, Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and reached out to stop him.

"Director Ma, no need to pour for me."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Ma Dajun and said calmly.

Ma Dajun was taken aback, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, right? Future Advertising's top planner. I don't think we have any bad blood between us, do we?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and looked at Ma Dajun: "You probably don't know, but I was the first investor Old Jiang approached."

"Huh?"

Ma Dajun was startled, then laughed, looking at Zhao Fusheng: "What, do you want an explanation too?"

In his view, without Ye Jing present, neither Yu Feihong nor Zhao Fusheng had the right to demand an apology from him. As for Jiang Wen, their relationship had always been poor. Since he had done this to spite Jiang Wen, expecting an apology was pure fantasy.

The only reason he apologized today was that he had to show face to Zheng Xiaolong, the man who had brought him into this circle. Unless Ma Dajun was crazy, he wouldn't dare defy Zheng Xiaolong.

Ma Dajun was a smart man. He knew very well who he could afford to offend and who he couldn't.

And clearly, Zhao Fusheng wasn't on Ma Dajun's list of people he couldn't afford to offend.

Hearing Ma Dajun's slightly mocking words, Zhao Fusheng wasn't angry. He looked at Ma Dajun with a smile: "Director Ma, if apologies were useful, why would the world need police?"

For a moment, Ma Dajun was stunned...