I killed the film and television world

Chapter 47 Do you dare to threaten me?

The competition for Fusheng Building spread among certain circles.

Although most of the gamblers were defeated by Song Ren, the dark horse.

But the exhilarating and bloody scene still made these elites feel that the trip was worthwhile.

It even made the Fusheng Building more famous.

In this fight, Song Ren killed three boxers and won five games at once.

It can be said that he has made a name for himself with one battle in the top boxing ring.

……

Three days later, in a luxurious high-end club.

Song Ren was able to book a private room here thanks to Zhu Baoer's favor.

This time, he came here specifically to entertain a Hong Kong tycoon.

In terms of identity, Song Ren has already gotten rid of the title of a death row inmate in Stanley Prison, or even a criminal.

The matter of death row inmates is essentially a replacement of identity.

As agreed, he helped the warden win this high-profile fight.

It has made him earn a huge fortune in one go.

Although he was reluctant to let Song Ren go, he had to do what he said. After all, Song Ren was not just a criminal.

What's more, after this battle, Song Ren's reputation has become a bit famous and has been noticed by most of the big names.

It is almost impossible to catch another big upset.

In addition, Zhu Baoer also used the reputation of Sir Zhu to mediate.

The warden simply went with the flow and did this favor.

in the box

Song Ren was wearing a well-fitting black suit with a neat white shirt underneath.

He sat quietly in his seat, eyes closed, resting.

After a moment, he looked down at his silver watch. More than half an hour had passed since the agreed time.

The tea on the table was changed several times, but the box was still quiet.

Song Ren was very patient. He leaned back in his seat and continued to take a nap with his eyes closed.

About half an hour later, some footsteps were heard outside the box.

Song Ren opened his eyes and turned to look over.

The door of the box opened, and a group of people led by Huo Zhaotang walked in, led by a flattering team manager.

Huo Zhaotang was wearing a high-end suit and a neat tie. He was of medium build and slightly plump, and of average height.

He is about fifty years old, with a very high hairline and a Mediterranean hairstyle that is typical of an elite.

Following him in were two black-clad bodyguards with vigilant eyes.

Two other bodyguards were posted at the door of the box.

Song Ren took the initiative to stand up and walked over, extending his hand and said, "Mr. Huo, it's nice to meet you."

Huo Zhaotang lowered his head and glanced at the hand that Song Ren was shaking.

He just smiled lightly and passed by Song Ren.

He sat directly in the main seat at the tea table, and two bodyguards stood quietly behind him.

Song Ren glanced at his hand which was still raised in the air, smiled, and naturally withdrew it, then turned around and sat opposite Huo Zhaotang.

Huo Zhaotang didn't wait for Song Ren to speak, and said directly:
"I know about Fusheng Building, and I also know about your relationship with Baoer."

"So I will agree to meet you here, Baoer."

"But as the chairman of Huo's Bank, you should also understand that I am really busy on weekdays."

"So if you have anything to say, it's best to keep it short."

Song Ren nodded: "Okay, then grow——"

"I think so." Huo Zhaotang interrupted him before he could finish.

At the same time, he glanced at his watch and asked in a positive tone: "I think one minute should be enough."

"..." Song Ren raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

The reservation of this box cost him most of his fortune. He also borrowed Zhu Baoer's face to make it happen, but in the end, he only got one minute.

He is indeed a rich man...

Song Ren laughed at himself, then raised his head and said calmly, "Okay, one minute is more than enough."

Huo Zhaotang glanced at him with a hint of surprise.

This young man is very patient.

I've made my attitude quite clear.

How about making it more obvious?
Huo Zhaotang thought with a bit of evil taste.

He didn't think that a boxer at the bottom of the society was qualified to talk to him.

If his future daughter-in-law hadn't asked him personally, he would never have come here for the appointment.

One minute, I already felt sorry for him.

Song Ren was straightforward and took out a copy of the handwritten booklet from his pocket.

Then he pushed it to Huo Zhaotang: "Mr. Huo, take a look?"

Huo Zhaotang just glanced at the cover, then pushed up his glasses and said, "It's only a minute left. I don't think I can finish it. I think I'll do it next time."

Song Ren said calmly: "Mr. Huo, you can finish reading it."

Huo Zhaotang said calmly, even confidently: "If I say I can't finish it, then I definitely can't finish it."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Song Ren smiled and took the booklet back.

However, when Huo Zhaotang passed by, he added calmly:
"Mr. Huo, Aletto, I say hello to you."

Huo Zhaotang paused for a moment with his leisurely steps.

The formal smile on his face also froze.

I turned around and looked at Song Ren's back as he sat there motionless.

Looking at the photocopied white booklet on the table.

Huo Zhaotang paused for a while, then sat back down with an expressionless face.

Song Ren: "Mr. Huo? Didn't you leave? Did you leave something behind?"

Huo Zhaotang looked at him deeply, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the booklet."

Song Ren raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it too late to finish reading it?"

Huo Zhaotang had a dark face and stretched out his hand to beg for it, but said nothing.

Song Ren snorted and laughed.

With sonorous words, he said: "I told you, you must read it to the end."

Even if you can't finish it, you have to sit down and finish it!!!
Huo Zhaotang's face suddenly turned dark, but he still stretched out his hand to him.

Song Ren glanced at the hand that was asking for it.

Then he threw the copy over, hitting Huo Zhaotang in the chest, and then it fell on the tea table.

The two bodyguards behind Huo Zhaotang immediately frowned.

But they cannot act rashly without the employer's permission.

Huo Zhaotang's face looked a little ugly, but he still silently withdrew his hand, picked up the copy and began to read it page by page.

Soon, his expression became more and more interesting.

The above is some important information that Ah Le wrote down when he was helping Huo Zhaotang.

Although it is just the tip of the iceberg, with this thing, it is almost certain that Ale must have backups of other things.

After a long while, Huo Zhaotang raised his head again.

He, who always behaved like a gentleman, couldn't suppress his anger for the first time and spoke word by word:

"You little jerk! How dare you threaten me!!!"

Song Ren leaned back in his chair casually, as if amused by these words, and laughed unscrupulously with his head tilted back.

Finally, he lowered his head, his smile disappeared from his eyes, and his eyebrows became more sharp:
"Fuck! Otherwise I'll treat you to tea!"

(End of this chapter)