I killed the film and television world

Chapter 38: Be a Man First

To the top floor
The style of the show has changed a bit, the most obvious being that the auditorium only has about a hundred seats.

Those who can enter here are all elites from all walks of life.

Either their wealth has reached a certain level, or they have special connections and have been invited by someone special.

Only people like this are qualified to enter the top floor to watch the competition.

In addition to more than a hundred ordinary seats, there is also a three-story circular VIP room supported by blue-white stone pillars with dragon carvings.

Each VIP room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, allowing guests to enjoy the exciting fights below the stage more clearly.

The golden dragon and phoenix lacquered wood lies across the ceiling, looking lifelike.

There are three giant LCD screens hanging in the middle, and there are many lens controllers, cameramen and related professionals walking back and forth.

On the stage in the field, a round of high-level competition had just ended.

Soon after Feijizi and Song Ren entered the venue, a waiter in a suit and leather shoes came trotting over:

"Jifeizi, you are lucky. Mrs. Wen came here today. After she saw you, she sent an invitation to you and your family."

Song Ren looked over in confusion.

Feijizi was also stunned for a moment, but his face soon turned slightly red, and his tone was slightly flattering: "Okay, okay, we'll go over there right away."

Song Ren: "Mrs. Wen is..."

Feijizi's tone was a little excited: "Mrs. Wen is the wife of the late newspaper tycoon Wen Zhaoren. She is also one of the most influential people in the VIP seats of the top boxing ring."

Having said this, he suddenly came closer and whispered:

"Mrs. Wen is very good-looking, but I heard that she is very attracted to men. However, most of them are attracted to top boxers in the boxing ring. So you think she suddenly invited me because she is attracted to me."

Song Ren took a look at this young man who could be considered an ordinary person. At best, he was just a little smart.

After Feijizi finished speaking, he laughed first, "Just kidding, rather than liking me, I think he likes you, brother."

"But it's strange that you haven't been in the boxing ring yet, brother."

……

Mrs. Wen's VIP room is on the third floor. Two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes are guarding the door, with sharp looks in their eyes.

After entering the room, Song Ren noticed that there were more than just one or two people in the VIP room.

The VIP room, which is over 30 square meters, is furnished with sofas, coffee tables, LCD TVs, fruit platters, and several bottles of unfamiliar foreign liquors.

There were four people in total, three men and one woman.

Two of them were the cold and beautiful wealthy woman Tong Peipei whom I had met before, and Du Youbang, who should have been listed under the name of the big water pipe Xu Jiaqi.

The other two people, one was a burly dark-skinned foreigner, and the other was a spirited old man with white hair and a youthful face.

Tong Peipei looked at Song Ren with tears in her eyes: "It seems that you and I are destined to meet each other. We meet again so soon."

"If you don't mind, just call me Sister Pepe."

As soon as Tong Peipei finished speaking, Du Youbang and the muscular foreigner standing on her left and right had obvious changes in expression.

Instead, the old man with white hair and a youthful face nodded gently to Song Ren with a kind look.

Song Ren also smiled back: "Sister Peipei."

The airplane boy also nodded and bowed: "Pei..."

"Hmm?" The gentle smile on Tong Peipei's face disappeared immediately, and she looked over with a frown.

Feijizi immediately shrank his neck: "Mrs. Wen."

"Yeah." Tong Peipei nodded perfunctorily.

At this time, the muscular foreigner in the room suddenly came over.

His skin was so dark that it seemed shiny, his hair was tied into several dreadlocks at the back of his head, and there was an eagle-like totem tattooed from the side of his face to his forehead.

He took three or two steps to Song Ren's front, but did not stop. Instead, he moved closer again, almost within half a foot.

The foreigner was a burly man, about 1.97 meters tall, with muscles all over his body. His dark and shiny biceps were almost as big as Song Ren's thighs.

He looked down at Song Ren, his eyes full of provocation: "Who!"

"..." Song Ren ignored him. Instead, he stepped aside and looked at Tong Peipei, who did not stop him and even looked forward to something:
"Sister Peipei, is this your man? What is he doing?"

Tong Peipei didn't say anything, but Du Youbang on the side suddenly interrupted with a playful tone: "He is greeting you in a friendly way and asking who you are?"

Song Ren just raised his eyebrows and looked at Tong Peipei.

Tong Peipei also smiled at him faintly, as if she was looking forward to Song Ren's performance.

The ghost obviously couldn't stand Song Ren's neglect of him, so he lowered his head and shouted provocatively in front of Song Ren:
"who!"

"who!"

"Who!!!"

"What the hell!" Song Ren blocked his ears with his fingers and cursed at the same time.

Then take another step back.

With his brows slightly furrowed, he tilted his head and looked at Tong Peipei again: "Sister Peipei, did you invite us here just to make fun of us?"

Tong Peipei was sitting on the sofa, wearing a bright red dress, and was crossing her legs with great interest:
"Of course not. Valerio just has an arrogant personality."

“But he’s not a bad guy.”

Song Ren stared at her for a moment with his deep eyes, and was sure that there was a hint of aiding and abetting the evil in this woman's eyes, as if she was impatiently waiting for him to take action.

He turned around decisively.

At the same time, he took a picture of the silly airplane boy who was in a daze the whole time: "Let's go, you are still stupid, you like being made a fool of, this woman is obviously mentally ill."

"Ah?" Feijizi came to his senses belatedly and did not follow immediately. Instead, he bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wen, my brother was just joking."

"Damn it, what a fool." Song Ren cursed in a low voice, turned around and was about to leave alone.

Just took one step further.

Someone grabbed my shoulders from behind.

The foreigner had already put on a smug look, grinning and asking loudly: "Wh——"

Boom! ! !
This time, before he could finish spitting out the remaining syllables, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen.

The abdominal muscles in my lower abdomen felt like they were hit by a hammer.

The whole waist suddenly arched backwards, the heels left the ground first, and then the toes also slightly left the ground.

Song Ren kicked the man more than three meters away, but the old man with white hair and a youthful face, who was as steady as a pine tree, put one hand on his back and forced him to stop.

Song Ren retracted his legs and looked at Tong Peipei who remained indifferent:
"Sister Pepe."

"Be a good person first and learn etiquette."

"Your boxer doesn't seem to understand this. I'll teach him for you."

After saying this, he turned his head and his gaze lingered on the old man with white hair and a youthful face for a moment, then finally withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Open the door and leave.

Feijizai came back to his senses from his shock. Without even bothering to bow to Tong Peipei, he hurriedly said sorry and chased after her.

The foreigner was holding his stomach and retching in pain. The kick just now was quite strong, but he didn't vomit blood because his muscles were strong enough.

It took a long time for the ghost to catch his breath. His face was already full of ferocity, and the eagle totem on his left forehead seemed to have spread its wings.

He kept roaring, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Du Youbang stood silently beside Tong Peipei and just found this scene very interesting.

Tong Peipei, who had been indifferent and just staring at the door in a trance, suddenly stopped smiling slightly.

She grabbed the bottle of expensive foreign wine on the table with her backhand, and then threw the bottle away.

Bang! ! !
The bottle exploded, and the bright red wine mixed with the blood from the foreigner's forehead instantly spilled everywhere.

"you shut up!!!"

A harsh rebuke that was so cold and almost emotionless came out from Tong Peipei's lips painted with blood-red lipstick.

For a moment, except for the old man with white hair and a youthful face who had followed Tong Peipei for the longest time, even Du Youbang, who was standing aside watching the show, was stunned.

(End of this chapter)