104: Bring it to the sinking sea

"Teacher, I hit the Hong Kong Artist Dicky Cheung and Nicholas Tse." Li Xiuwu repeated.

Wang Jinsong took a deep breath, feeling his head buzzing.

"How bad are the injuries?"

"No bones or muscles were damaged, just some internal injuries. I estimate they'll be in pain for a year or so." Li Xiuwu thought for a moment and replied.

Dicky Cheung's case was just a hard dislocation; his arm will be fine after being in a sling for a while. But for Nicholas Tse, Li Xiuwu used a clever technique to strike his Zusanli point. If he doesn't find an old master skilled in bone-setting to take a look, he'll really be in pain for a year or more.

"I also injured four Stunt Performers from the Hong Kong Circle and broke the bones of three of them." He added.

"Hiss." Wang Jinsong gasped, feeling a wave of heat wash over him.

"Xiuwu, come back to the university first. Let's focus on classes for now, and stop filming for the time being." Wang Jinsong's mind raced.

This matter is significant; Beijing Film Academy will have a massive headache trying to protect Li Xiuwu.

The key is that Beijing Film Academy isn't a monolith; it's impossible for everyone to be willing to help. He felt that keeping Li Xiuwu out of jail and laying low for a year or so was the best he could do.

"Thank you, Teacher." Li Xiuwu thanked him. He understood his teacher's situation; to still protect him under these circumstances really showed how much he cared.

By the time Li Xiuwu made the call, the ambulance had already arrived at the hospital.

Director was in the doctor's office, listening to the physician explain the injuries: "Nicholas Tse is fine. He just needs to take some medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Hearing that Nicholas Tse was fine, Director breathed a sigh of relief. Among the few, Nicholas Tse had the most profound background.

He is popular himself, and his godfather is Albert Yeung, who has deep roots in the Hong Kong Circle.

"Dicky Cheung has a dislocated forearm and needs to rest for a while." The doctor then described Dicky Cheung's condition: "His arm was violently dislocated. It will need to be in a sling for at least two weeks before he can move it slightly."

"Two weeks?" Director frowned. Does this mean filming will be delayed for two weeks?

Moreover, he had already watched the video when he arrived. This conflict was instigated by Dicky Cheung, who provoked Nicholas Tse and initiated the attack.

He really thought that just because he was popular and had become the godson of Nicholas Tse's mother, he had become a real young master.

That bastard doesn't even know what he is.

The 8M agency behind Dicky Cheung isn't very strong, is very harsh on its artists, and Dicky Cheung is already in conflict with the company over contract renewal issues, so they won't provide him any help.

Director had initially thought it would just be some shoving. With Stunt Performers present, as long as the actors didn't affect filming, he wouldn't care about the rest; whoever suffered a loss or took advantage, he'd let them sort it out themselves.

He didn't expect it to develop into this situation.

"As for those Stunt Performers, the one who was hit in the chest is fine. As for the other three, one has a fractured forearm, one has a cracked rib, and one has a cracked scapula."

The doctor looked at Director: "Are you sure you don't want to call the police?"

"No, no, it's just a filming accident." Director shook his head.

The doctor nodded, not meddling, but just curious about who had beaten up two major stars and injured so many people.

"Godfather, I want him to kneel and apologize to me. I want him banned. I want him in jail." Nicholas Tse sat in a wheelchair, feeling his leg in pain, a sharp, piercing pain.

But the doctor said he only had some bruising and was perfectly fine, not even counting as a minor injury.

The pain was secondary; he had lost so much face, and his heart was filled with infinite resentment.

Albert Yeung on the other end of the line frowned upon hearing this: "Tell me exactly what happened."

Albert Yeung listened to Nicholas Tse finish explaining the process. "I will arrange for people to go over and handle it. Rest assured and recover from your injuries."

Based on Nicholas Tse's description, that young man was too arrogant, exceeding the crew's standards, traveling with both an RV and a nanny van, acting very cocky, and looking down on the Hong Kong Circle.

Albert Yeung however sensed something; Director's crew couldn't possibly provide such treatment, which only meant that the person was rich and provided his own vehicles.

But so what if he's rich? The Hong Kong Circle isn't someone he can offend. Recently, conflicts between the Hong Kong Circle and the mainland circle have been increasing. It's time to teach these mainlanders a lesson.

He thought for a while and contacted the big shots in the Hong Kong entertainment industry.

This was about protecting the interests of the entire Hong Kong Circle; he couldn't be the only one from Emperor Entertainment Group to act.

In half a day, the entire Hong Kong Circle was in an uproar. A Hong Kong Artist had been beaten by a mainlander while filming in the mainland; the world had turned upside down.

"Ban him, he must be banned."

"Damn it, bring him over and sink him in the sea."

For a time, the entire Hong Kong Circle was filled with righteous indignation.

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On Li Xiuwu's side, hearing that his teacher was still willing to protect him, he was in a good mood.

"Teacher, don't worry. My company will handle this matter. I just wanted to inform you so you wouldn't be caught off guard."

"Can your company handle it?" Wang Jinsong asked in surprise. Besides being rich and stupid, what kind of power does Golden Culture have?

"Rest assured, Teacher. If it really can't be handled, I'll definitely run back to Beijing Film Academy at the first opportunity." Li Xiuwu comforted Wang Jinsong.

"Good. Take care of yourself. Your teacher and Beijing Film Academy will always be your backing."

The phone call ended, and Li Xiuwu smiled, in a good mood.

"You're still laughing..." Yang Xue saw him still laughing, heartless, and looked angry.

"Shh." Li Xiuwu put his finger on Yang Xue's lips.

His phone connected again.

"Boss." Wang Cheng's voice came through.

"President Wang, I hit the Hong Kong Artist Dicky Cheung and Nicholas Tse, as well as four Stunt Performers on set."

Li Xiuwu told Wang Cheng about the process of the incident and the injuries of the other people.

"Hong Kong Artist, that's a bit troublesome, isn't it?" Wang Cheng frowned.

In Wang Cheng's view, hitting two artists, even if they were famous and had backgrounds, didn't matter as long as it didn't involve politics. It was just a competition of funds and connections. Golden Culture didn't lack funds, and over the past year, Golden Culture had accumulated some connections.

No matter how powerful the Hong Kong Circle is, at worst, they just won't cooperate with them. Golden Culture isn't lacking in resources.

As for legal proceedings, Li Xiuwu also said he had saved video evidence; it was definitely self-defense.

What he really found troublesome was the media. Hong Kong entertainment companies basically all support the media, and the Hong Kong Circle and the mainland media circle are inextricably linked.

If you're in the right, go to the police; if you're in the wrong, go to the reporters. Since the other party is in the wrong, they definitely won't take legal action.

In other words, this matter will likely turn into a war of words, and Golden Culture has no advantage in this regard.

A war of words isn't won by who is right; the audience doesn't care about the truth. Most of the time, whoever is louder is right.

In this Hong Kong Circle matter, many artists will definitely stand up to support the Hong Kong Artist who is in the wrong.

Golden Culture will suffer in this regard.

"Contact Lin Qian and have him cooperate with you to handle it. Make those people apologize to me and Brother Pan. They came charging over, giving us quite a scare."

"Uh, this?" Wang Cheng was stunned by Li Xiuwu's request. He was thinking about how to solve the difficult problem, and the boss still wanted the other party to apologize.

"This is a bit difficult, isn't it? Even if those people in the Hong Kong Circle can't beat us, they won't admit defeat, right?" He hesitated and said this.

Yang Xue's big eyes widened a bit more. She took Li Xiuwu's hand away, feeling like Li Xiuwu was running a fever.

"Just make the contact and explain it clearly to Lin Qian. Lin Qian will assist you in handling it." Li Xiuwu said this.

"Alright." Wang Cheng hung up the phone and stared at his phone for a while. Lin Qian was Li Xiuwu's assistant.

Could the boss have other connections?

He called Lin Qian. After the call connected, he explained the process of the incident and the background of the other party.

"Oh, I see."

Wang Cheng only got such a flat reply from Lin Qian.