106: The arrogant Wang Cheng

Both sides were taking action behind the scenes, and Li Xiuwu had also returned to the Courtyard House.

"Is this your home?" Yang Xue got out of the car and was immediately greeted by a sea of flowers.

"That's right," Li Xiuwu nodded.

The sound of the car startled a flock of birds, many of which landed on the wall to look over here.

Yang Xue saw them too, but she felt these birds didn't seem afraid of people, so she didn't pay them much mind.

She appreciated the flowers more; the vibrant blooms exuded various fragrances that were intoxicating.

After watching the flowers for a while, she finally collected her thoughts and looked at the sprawling Courtyard House.

She couldn't help but gain a new understanding of Li Xiuwu's financial resources.

"Can you really handle this?" She was still a bit worried.

"It's fine. What can they do to me? Ban me?" Li Xiuwu said nonchalantly.

Yang Xue pondered this question—wasn't a ban serious enough?

She looked at Li Xiuwu and couldn't help but smile slightly.

For other artists, a ban was very serious, but for Li Xiuwu, it seemed to be no problem at all.

He wasn't short on money, and he approached acting with a playful attitude.

"Alright. I was worrying for nothing." Having realized this, she felt completely relaxed.

"Weren't you worried about being banned when you left with me, Senior?" Li Xiuwu asked her.

That Yang Xue dared to get into his car in the face of the Hong Kong Circle showed that she was at least genuinely worried about him.

His dear Sister Bingbing had wanted to ask Pan Lei to mediate when the conflict first started, but after Li Xiuwu hit Dicky Cheung and Nicholas Tse, she had distanced herself from Li Xiuwu in her shock.

"So what if I'm banned? At worst, I'll go back to school for my master's and stay on as a teacher." Yang Xue smiled; she looked soft, but her eyes were actually very firm.

"Haha, you're right, Senior. What's so great about the entertainment industry?"

With the burden lifted from her heart, Yang Xue felt much lighter and toured the Courtyard House with great interest.

"Does anyone live in the backyard?" It was a very quaint courtyard, yet it had a unique feel to it.

They had toured several of the courtyards, but Li Xiuwu hadn't taken her to the backyard. She was a bit curious.

"My two younger sisters and our aunt live in the backyard, but they've gone off to film." Li Xiuwu introduced Liu Yifei and Shu Chang.

"I'll introduce you when there's a chance."

Yang Xue looked at him with a strange expression.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Li Xiuwu touched his own face.

"No, it's just that I suddenly feel like Nicholas Tse seems quite normal."

"?" Li Xiuwu didn't understand what Yang Xue meant.

"Alright, I should go." Feeling like she had worried for nothing, she prepared to leave after touring the Courtyard House.

"I'll have Brother Pan take you." Li Xiuwu didn't ask her to stay; he called Pan Lei to come and drive her away.

In the evening, his phone rang; it was a call from Wang Jinsong.

"Xiuwu, someone just called me with a rather heavy tone, wanting you to apologize," Wang Jinsong said over the phone, testing Li Xiuwu's psychological pressure.

"Who is it? So ignorant. Don't they know that Teacher Wang loves me the most?" Li Xiuwu said, then asked Wang Jinsong: "Teacher, you definitely scolded him, didn't you?"

"You kid, you really have a big heart." Hearing that Li Xiuwu's mindset was fine, Wang Jinsong felt much more relieved.

"The matter is a bit big. I contacted some connections in Hong Kong; the Hong Kong Circle seems to want to make an issue of this to secure more benefits."

"If you're under pressure, don't bottle it up. If there's a problem, Teacher will handle it. Don't run around lately," Wang Jinsong instructed Li Xiuwu.

Throughout the afternoon, he had made many calls to inquire about the situation, and others had called him as well, wanting Li Xiuwu to apologize and withdraw from the entertainment industry.

"Don't worry, Teacher. This matter isn't a big problem for me, and you don't need to be under too much pressure. If you can't handle it, just tell them to come find me directly." Feeling his teacher's concern, Li Xiuwu felt a warmth in his heart.

"I'm fine." After saying this, Wang Jinsong hung up the phone.

Li Xiuwu held his phone and thought for a while about how to repay his teacher; giving money directly was too vulgar.

He wondered if his teacher still had dreams of using a slingshot to break people's windows.

Little Lion wasn't there, and in the Courtyard House, there was only him and the birds in the trees. After dinner, he walked the birds in the yard for a while by himself before returning to his room to read.

Shu Chang was right; the feeling of knowledge drilling into one's brain was very satisfying.

That night, the Hong Kong Circle launched its first wave of confrontation toward the mainland, and Wang Cheng received quite a few calls.

"President Wang, this is Albert Yeung."

He had heard of Golden Culture, but it was just a new entertainment company with some money; he didn't take it seriously at all.

"President Yeung, I've heard a lot about your great name as a senior in the entertainment industry, though it's a pity we've never met." Wang Cheng was very confident now, and his tone was involuntarily smug.

He hadn't feared the other party to begin with, and now that he knew of Qiu Wanjun's existence, he feared him even less.

"President Wang is a rising star with a sharp edge, which makes me want to get to know you." His words were pointed.

"Oh, if you're interested, President Yeung, give me a call when you come to Beijing, and I will certainly play the part of a good host." The two exchanged pleasantries, but Wang Cheng wasn't anxious at all.

Albert Yeung couldn't hold back any longer and brought up the matter first: "President Wang should already know that your company's Li Xiuwu hit our company's artists, right?"

"Is that so?" Wang Cheng's voice carried doubt.

Albert Yeung was surprised—had Li Xiuwu not dared to report it?

Just then, he heard Wang Cheng's voice again: "How come I heard that our company's artist was bullied?"

"You!" Albert Yeung hadn't expected Wang Cheng to be so rude. But from that sentence, he could hear Wang Cheng's attitude.

Wang Cheng wasn't done yet; he continued: "I was wondering who was bullying our artist, but I didn't expect it to be yours. Are you calling to apologize to our artist on their behalf?"

Huff, huff—Albert Yeung, at his age, was so angered by Wang Cheng's two sentences that he was breathing heavily.

Wang Cheng's company—a mainland entertainment company—did it have absolutely no reverence for the Hong Kong entertainment industry?

In recent years, which entertainment company in the mainland didn't want to cooperate with Hong Kong entertainment companies, artists, and directors?

He suppressed the anger in his heart: "President Wang, do you really intend to go against our Emperor Entertainment Group for the sake of one artist?"

"What kind of talk is that, President Yeung? There's an old saying in Hong Kong: if you're wrong, you must admit it; if you get hit, you must stand tall."

Wang Cheng didn't care. It was impossible for him to let his boss bow his head and admit fault. Since they were going to offend them anyway, he might as well offend them completely over the phone.

"Fine, fine, fine. Junior, let me give you a piece of advice: the entertainment industry isn't something you can play around in just because you have some money." It had been many years since Albert Yeung had been this angry.

When he made this call, he had originally thought Wang Cheng would discuss terms, or at least negotiate politely if he wanted to protect Li Xiuwu. He hadn't expected him to give no face at all and even demand an apology from them.

"Is that so?" Wang Cheng's voice remained relaxed.

"But I've heard that you definitely can't play in the entertainment industry without money."