At this point, Huo Jianming, who was already seven-tenths drunk, finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Tonight's dinner was supposed to be a pleasant one for both the host and guests, and everyone enjoyed the meal.
Unexpectedly, a smelly fly flew in at the very end, buzzing annoyingly.
The perfect atmosphere was ruined just like that.
"Um... Boss Guo, right? Can we talk in private for a moment?"
Huo Jianming walked over to Guo Tao and said in a low voice.
Who are you? Do we know each other?
Guo Tao glanced at him sideways and asked disdainfully.
Huo Jianming remained expressionless, took out a gold business card from his pocket, and quietly handed it over.
"The general manager of Hehuang Group? Li Ka-shing's company?"
Although he was usually rather rough, Guo Tao, who had been in the underworld for over twenty years, was not stupid. He immediately recognized Huo Jianming's background.
"Indeed, I wonder if Boss Guo could be lenient and not hold my two friends against me?"
Huo Jianming spoke very modestly, but he was secretly a little smug.
In the past, on many occasions, as long as he took out his business card, few people would refuse to give him face.
The title of the richest man's top subordinate is no joke...
But the next second, Huo Jianming, who was full of confidence, was slapped in the face.
"So what if you're rich? Who do you think you are? I'm Guo Tao, the Tiger of Wanchai. Do you think I need to give you face?"
Guo Tao's voice turned cold, and he tore the business card to shreds in front of everyone:
"Damn! You're just a high-level employee, and you think you're Li Jiacheng?"
"Hey Huo, let me put it this way: even if Li Jiacheng came in person today, it wouldn't change the fact that he left the Chao Gang back then."
"What a bunch of bastards! Back in the day, they'd call the gang whenever they got into trouble, but now that they're rich, they're practically begging to get their hands dirty..."
Huo Jianming's face turned red and then pale, looking extremely unpleasant.
This time, we've really lost face!
Damn, are all the triads in Hong Kong this rampant these days?
The general manager of Hehuang Group doesn't take this seriously. You don't even respect Hong Kong's richest man?
"Boss Guo, is there really no room for compromise on this matter?"
Huo Jianming was unwilling to give up and wanted to make one last effort.
"Damn it, you're asking for it, aren't you? Did you spend my money? Or did I sleep with your wife for free?"
Guo Tao, his face stern, launched into a tirade, grabbed a cup of tea from the table, and splashed it all over Huo Jianming's face.
"Get lost! If you're so incompetent, then hurry up and take over the reins, don't make me lose my temper!"
Guo Tao, who acts like a tyrant in Wan Chai, would never give him any face.
Huo Jianming was both ashamed and angry, and stood there awkwardly.
He glanced at Qiu Shuzhen, wiped his face with his hand, lowered his head, and silently returned to his seat.
Seeing this, Ling Qianyi stepped forward, patted him on the back, and shook his head to signal him to stop meddling and taking on unnecessary responsibilities.
Huo Jianming's failure to meet with a glimmer of hope left Qiu Shuzhen utterly devastated.
She knew that no one could help him tonight.
Aside from accepting the oppression of the Chao Gang and passively enduring it, what other options did a weak woman like her have?
In the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1990s, artists feared capital, but they were even more afraid of the triads.
Because of capital exploitation, you also have contracts and various rules and regulations.
But at this point, the underworld, in their pursuit of profit, will not give you any face whatsoever.
In the 1990s, making movies on Hong Kong Island was almost a guaranteed money-making venture; with good luck, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you could make a fortune every day.
Filmmaking is not only quick but also requires little investment.
As long as you find one or two stars with box office appeal, you can film anywhere.
Filming takes half a month, post-production takes half a month, and a new film can be released in about a month.
The subject matter doesn't need to be original; just follow the trend and make gambling films or gangster films.
Even if they keep rehashing old ideas, the box office won't be bad...
So, how could the triads of Hong Kong Island not be envious of such a lucrative opportunity?
In today's world, let alone a pretty face like Chingmy Yau, even top stars can't escape the oppression of gangsters.
According to rumors within the industry, a superstar surnamed Liu was once threatened with a gun and forced to film five box office flops in a single month...
"Well? You two, is there anyone else who wants to plead for us? If so, please come out and do so all at once."
Guo Tao said arrogantly:
"If not, remember to report to my company at 10 a.m. tomorrow."
"Don't be late, or you'll be in trouble, hehe..."
As he spoke, Guo Tao let out a loud burp, picked up the teapot from the table, and took a big gulp.
After finishing his tea, Guo Tao glanced disdainfully at everyone. Seeing that no one dared to utter a sound, he stood up with satisfaction.
"Let's go!"
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Even after the group left, the atmosphere in the private room remained somewhat oppressive.
Qiu Shuzhen, her face pale with shock, had bloodshot eyes.
Tears of humiliation streamed down her beautiful face, drop by drop.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but my abilities are limited, and I can't be of much help. Sigh..."
Seeing the beautiful woman weeping, Huo Jianming couldn't help but sigh.
"Mr. Huo, you flatter me. This matter has nothing to do with you."
Liu Weiqiang nodded gratefully, but his gaze shifted to Lin Dong.
He was very surprised. Why was Mr. Lin, who had been so shrewd earlier, silent just now?
Could it be that I misjudged him?
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