hot king

() In the yard, a thin man held a cane in each hand, and vigorously propped himself up from the wheelchair.

He landed his feet cautiously, and then slowly took a step forward with the help of external force.

Da-da-had just taken two steps, only two steps, when he felt his knees go limp, and he staggered forward.

Pa——his whole body fell to the ground. Although the yard is covered with thick lawn, it doesn't make people feel pain, but it makes him lie like a grass chicken whose legs have been chopped off. I couldn't stand up there for half a day.

"Damn it." The man's expression was ferocious, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged coyote. "Damn it. Why don't you die? Why don't you die?"

Not far away, the two waiters watched cautiously and looked at each other. Although there was still a trace of hesitation in their eyes, they trotted over. They each supported one arm of the man, and put him on the wheelchair to sit up. .

"Young master, your crutches." A more clever one picked up the two crutches from the ground, and handed them over with a flattering face.

The young man took the cane and hit him on the head with it.

The waiter didn't expect that his flattery would bring such a severe blow, he stood there with a bloody head and forgot to run away.

The other one, who was more honest, saw that the young master was angry, and quickly ran away from him.Don't ask for meritorious service, but ask not to be beaten.

They have served this young man for a long time, and they also know his character.Since returning from the nursing home, he has been walking in the yard every afternoon.However, every time it ended in failure and the whole person fell to the ground-they also kindly stepped forward and said they would help him to walk, but the young and old not only didn't appreciate it, but instead treated them like crazy scold.From then on, they never dared to say the words to help him walk.

However, their disaster did not end there.

Although they don't need to help the young master to walk, can they pretend not to ask when the young master falls to the ground?

So, whenever this time, both of them are extremely uneasy.The young and old scolded at the least, and beat them at the worst, which made them suffer a lot.

If it was someone else, he probably would have resigned long ago.They can't, their parents and elders are inextricably linked with this family, they can't leave.So, I could only grit my teeth and persist.

Before going to bed every day, they would pray to God: first, that the young master would be in a good mood, and second, that the young master could run.

"You two murderous idiots, even you dare to make fun of me - what kind of shit are you? Even a dog is better than you, I can crush you to death with a single finger - you all give me Go away, go away. Don't let us see you again. Die—all of you. Die clean—”

That guy's 'Master, your crutches' offended him, and he didn't want to hear words that had anything to do with paralysis or crutches.

When the young master lost his temper, the two of them bowed their heads in silence, as if admitting their mistakes and fearing.

In this case, the young master will naturally calm down after venting for a while.

If they dared to make eye contact with him or glance at his broken leg inadvertently, then what awaited them would be even more ferocious storms.

At this moment, a short little old man walked in quickly. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He rushed to the guy with a smart face, slapped him on the face, and shouted: "You two idiots, what did you do to make the young master angry? Are you pigs? Can't come out? Can't do a little bit of personnel work? Why don't you hurry up and get out of here, it's annoying to watch."

The two waiters knew that the little old man was doing it for their own good, so they turned around and ran towards the backyard without saying thank you.

Only then did the little old man walk up to the crippled man, and said with a serious face: "Young master, it's all my fault. I didn't educate these idiots well, and I'll have someone beat them hard later—" If you are not happy, young master, just scold me a few words to relieve your anger."

The lame man glanced at the little old man, and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

In just 2 minutes, the murderous intent on the man's face had disappeared, and his face was as calm as still water, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Master, there are people from Boyi." The little old man said.

A stern look flashed in the lame man's eyes, but he said calmly, "Let him in."

"Alright young master, I'll bring him in right now." The little old man agreed, and trotted outside again.

In less than 2 minutes, Guo Yunzong, dressed in white casual clothes, walked into the yard.

When he saw the man in the wheelchair, he felt a tightness in his body.

This mad dog, even a mad dog with a broken leg, still has the feeling of being coveted and stalked by wild beasts every time he sees him.

"Boss, the sun is good today. It's a good choice to come out to see the scenery." Guo Yun said with a smile, and took the initiative to say hello to the lame man.

He didn't know what happened just now, and thought that the lame man was in a good mood when he came out to bask in the sun.

"Are you here just to talk nonsense to me?" The crippled man looked at him sharply and asked.

The smile on Guo Yunzong's face became stiff, he calmed down, and said solemnly: "I mainly want to see the young master."

"See if my legs are still limping? See how embarrassed I am when I fall on the ground and can't get up?" The man's words became sharper. "Do I want to say thank you?"

Guo Yunzong understood now that all the words to win over feelings are nonsense, and he only cares about one thing.

"Universal's Sivan Lemer has arrived in Huaxia, and both Boyi and Huasheng want to invest in Universal." Guo Yunzong said. "Today at noon, I invited Sivan Lemer and his party to dinner. Tang Zhong took Sun Wenlin, the chairman of Huasheng, to the hotel to intercept him. He also came over and threatened, saying that no one can stop what he wants to do."

"And then?" The lame man asked back.

"We must be the ones who win in the end." Uncontrollably, a sneer appeared on the corner of Guo Yunzong's mouth. "I'm going to slap him with the facts. Teach this ignorant bastard a lesson. He's not God, he's not omnipotent."

Guo Yunzong really hated Tang Zhong too much.Hate to the flesh, hate to the bone marrow.

He never knew that a person could be so disgusting.And Tang Zhong's setbacks and blows to him again and again—whether the mental blow or the physical blow, are all nightmares that he can't erase.

Tang Zhong is not dead, this hatred is hard to get rid of.

Even if there is no way to get rid of him for the time being, as long as it can give him some setbacks, as long as it can make his heart unhappy, he will feel extremely satisfied.

He even wondered, in this world, is there anything more pleasing than making Tang Zhong unhappy?

Originally, according to the humiliation and blow he had endured, he did not have the confidence to challenge Tang Zhong again.

However, because of the joining of this man, and because of the support of a huge force behind him, he jumped out again.He believes that he must be the one who wins in the end.

This time, it is their chance to fight back.

"Then do it quickly." The lame man said harshly. "What are you doing here? Are you here to report the situation or predict the victory? I already know the situation. Predict the victory? Is it too early?"

"I understand. Everything is under control." Guo Yunzong quickly explained. "I just—I thought it would make the young master feel better."

The lame man's eyes froze, and then he fixed his eyes on Guo Yunzong standing in front of him.

Guo Yunzong's body tensed again.

He felt again, the feeling of being stalked by a wild beast, as if it could swallow him as long as it opened its mouth.

Guo Yunzong knew that he had said something wrong.Since the young master doesn't like other people talking about his lameness, why should he talk about it?

He said that the news would make him feel better. Doesn't that mean that he was in a bad mood before?Why are you in a bad mood?It's not because someone knocked off his leg.

Just when Guo Yunzong was hesitating whether to apologize, the lame man suddenly opened his mouth and laughed.

He laughed so crazy, so unscrupulous.

He pointed at Guo Yunzong with a finger, and said, "You think this will make me happy? Not enough. It's not enough. If you can break his leg, I'll be happy—I'll be fucking happy." ——

Universal Pictures' big boss Sivan Lemer's trip to China has attracted the attention of the media from all over the world. However, their activities these days are quite low-key, and they refuse to accept any media interviews.

It wasn't until the fourth day of his visit to China that Xiwen Lemer decided to accept an interview with the most influential "Huaxia Daily" in China.

Buttercup, a veteran reporter of "Huaxia Daily", went to the battle in person, and the interview scene was harmonious.The two sides talked very much, and the host and guest had a good time.

"Mr. Lemer, what do you think is your greatest achievement from this trip to China?" Buttercup asked habitually when the interview was about to end.

"I have harvested the enthusiasm of movie fans." Sivan Lemer said. "Art has no borders. Universal is not only accompanied by Americans, Europeans, and Asians. I know that there are countless fans who have grown up with Universal."

"I'm also a Universal fan." Buttercup said with a smile. "Other than that?"

"Oh. And some sincerity from the company." Sivan Lemer said. "I couldn't say no to their enthusiasm."

Buttercup's eyes flashed instantly, and he immediately grasped the question and kept chasing after him, saying, "Mr. Lemer means--Universal will cooperate with Huaxia Kingdom's entertainment company? I want to know, this company is Huasheng Entertainment ?"

"No, it's Boyi." Sivan Lemer said with a smile.