My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1617 Face

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In the VVIP ward of Union Hospital, the sunlight diffuses a spectrum of warm colors through the glass, and the green plants and flowers embellish it, giving the space more layers and three-dimensionality.

On the sofa, with a cast on his leg, a splint on his arm, and gauze on his head, Jimmy told the man in front of him the cause and effect bit by bit.

"That's the whole story." Jimmy glanced uneasily at Wu Xiaozu, who was sitting on the sofa with an uncertain attitude.

"Drink some water."

Meng Jiahui, who wore a cigarette-colored retro gold fabric shirt on the upper body, a high waist-covering hip skirt on the lower body, and her legs wrapped in light meat silk, handed Jimmy a glass of water, then placed the other glass in the most convenient position for Wu Xiaozu's hand, and whispered remind:

"Boss, you made an appointment with Mr. Zheng, Mr. Hu and the others on the yacht at seven o'clock in the evening. There is still half an hour left..."

Seeing that Wu Xiaozu ignored her, Meng Jiahui nodded and took the initiative to wink at Li Yingai, who was wearing white lantern sleeves, a V-neck short skirt, light white stockings and fair skin.

The latter nodded slightly and took the initiative to take out the phone from the orange Hermès bag in his hand to notify the driver team to prepare the car.

"Has the arrangements been made?"

"Brother Cheng has taken over."

"Yes." Wu Xiaozu nodded towards Meng Jiahui, who quickly bowed and listened, "Let Zheng Zhongjian arrange the best lawyer. You can keep an eye on this matter personally."

"Okay boss." Meng Jiahui promised softly.

"That's it. It's not a big deal. Don't think too much. Just leave everything to Ah Cheng to arrange. You can recover well."

Jimmy was relieved by Wu Xiaozu's words.

"Thank you, Brother Zu." Jimmy hesitated, "That...my boss..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jiahui cleverly blocked Jimmy's sight by smoothing the wrinkles of his shirt behind his boss, so that his next words could not be conveyed.

He gently stroked his back with his hands, tucked in his shirt, and squatted down to straighten his trouser legs.

Jimmy could only look at Meng Jiahui's taut buttocks and back, who was squatting on stilettos, and didn't know how to speak.

He was about to say something more, but he saw Meng Jiahui standing up with a smile, turned around, and looked at him with a smile.

"Mr. Guo, a lawyer from the law firm will communicate with you in half an hour. He will teach you how to communicate with the police. You don't need to worry about other things. Sir Li just called and he will handle the rest."

Although Meng Jiahui kept a smile on his face, his eyes had a distant indifference. He handed Jimmy a business card and said, "Here is my phone number. I will notify you if anything happens."

"...Thank you, Mangmi." Jimmy took the business card awkwardly and forced out an embarrassing smile.

The door closes.

Jimmy was lying on the sofa with his head up, wondering what he was thinking.

Snapped--

In the corridor, a slap hit Meng Jiahui's buttocks hard, with a loud and crisp sound.

"Boss~~"

"Awen, ask the security company to send more manpower here, and send the people back to the mainland via SF Express vehicles."

Wu Xiaozu ignored Meng Jiahui who looked pitiful and smelled of tea next to him. He stared into the eyes of Awen who came up to him and said calmly: "Tell Qi Tongwei that I am in a bad mood."

"Sir Xiang called just now and wanted to invite you for tea." Awen said.

Wu Xiaozu stopped, and the bodyguards, secretaries, and assistants behind him also stopped, highlighting their uniformity.

"He's waiting for you downstairs." Awen added.

Wu Xiaozu's fingers lightly scratched the corners of his eyes, then moved his hands down to gently rub the stubble on his lips, turning into a chuckle. "He likes to wait so much, so just keep waiting. When 97, I will give him a plane ticket."

"Give them one to each of the Xiang family, otherwise they think we can't afford the money."

Meng Jiahui, who was half a body behind, gave Brother Wen a nod and a wink.

Obviously, Brother Zu was angry.

...

"Brother Sheng?"

At the entrance of the hospital, the bodyguard looked at the motorcade passing by and subconsciously looked at his boss.

Xiang Sheng, who took the initiative to stand outside the car, looked at the leaving convoy, and the smile on his face slowly solidified. Then, it returned to its original state.

Pick up the phone at hand.

"Brother Qi, I can't help you with this matter. He is so powerful now, there is no reason to give Xinji such a look.

Besides, I lost my reputation by you, so I have to get my reputation back. I advise you to simply have the place shut down tonight. There is no need to force anyone who is disobedient.

Xinji is Xinji, and the Xiang family is the Xiang family.

People must have self-awareness.

I don't care about what's going on in this matter, and I won't be able to control anything that happens in the future.

can only say,

Without an explanation, this level might not be easy to pass. "After that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to answer.

"I remember today's "Taxi Express" 2888 million box office celebration party, right? Send me the best flower basket, and then wrap up the 3.88-pound golden toad that you built two days ago, and I will personally take it to congratulate you."

Xiang Sheng opened the door and got in the car.

He didn't look angry at all.

"The trainee who recently started in the company plans to cooperate with Hengxing Entertainment as soon as possible. The artist who wants to make an appointment will be suspended first and transferred to them."

“After Andy’s few movies are released, our next career focus will be on mainland China.

Write a proposal for me to support Su Liyao.

This proposal will be sent as soon as possible tomorrow morning. "

Having said this, he took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, wiped his glasses, and put them on again.

"No one has to answer the phone."

The car started and left.

Ma Zai, who was watching from upstairs, reported the news.

In Kwun Tong, banners and signs of 'Demolition and Reconstruction' have been put up outside the old waste fan factory.

On the rooftop on the third floor, there are tea tables and mahogany chairs.

The incense slowly disperses along with the dense tea scent.

Ma Zai whispered to Li Licheng, who was sitting on the chair and turning his finger. The latter nodded slightly and raised his hand.

"Not all of the Xiang family are idiots. But just because they aren't idiots doesn't mean they have nothing to do with their affairs."

"Qi Tongwei, this street bastard, really thinks he is lawless? Is Hong Kong Island his back garden? There is a big storm in the world, take it!!!"

"Tell Xiang Qi and the others that they are allowed to run, but see if they can run away. Make a noise and get a 2000 million death warrant."

Feicheng sat there, issuing orders one after another with a calm expression.

"Things are under control, but citizens cannot panic. We are a patriotic society!"

"Good greetings from the media and good public relations."

After issuing several instructions in one go, Feicheng took a sip of tea, raised his head, and looked at the middle-aged man drinking tea in front of him.

"Sir Chen, you are so brave!"

"People have to be saved." Chen Bingzhong looked at Feicheng in a calm tone.

"Think about how to save yourself first." Fei Cheng sneered, "The ZZ unit has been disbanded, and the police force has changed. If you jump out, I'm afraid you won't have a good ending. The foreigners won't let you go..."

"If someone wants to take the blame, then you have to choose a few people with broad shoulders to do it. I'm okay." Chen Bingzhong said with a smile.

"..." Feicheng looked at him coldly.

"I don't care about any ZZ struggle. I'll have someone scrape out the list you want, that's all."

Chen Bingzhong smiled and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)