The ones lacking resources are the young, handsome men present.
The band's four children also took on the roles of accompaniment, singing and dancing.
What this group has no shortage of is singing and dancing.
Xing Baohua has a lot of face today. Principal Tam and Brother Cheung, who were vying for the top spot, are both here. Three of the Four Heavenly Kings are here. It is said that Aaron Kwok is in Malaysia doing promotions and couldn't make it back.
Many future film and music queens were also present, chatting with people they knew.
Seeing this, Xing Baohua felt a great sense of accomplishment.
It would be difficult to bring these people together in later generations, unless it's a film festival or a music chart gala.
Xing Baohua called Hua Zai over, pointed at Zeng Chu Zi, and asked, "Are we familiar with each other?"
"Boss, they're all friends in the industry, of course we're familiar with each other," Andy Lau said with a smile.
"Please help me out. Tell the other person that the consequences of trying to steal my girlfriend will be severe. Let bygones be bygones, I won't hold it against them. If they really have the guts to challenge me, I'm welcome to do so."
After hearing Xing Baohua's words, Hua Zai was worried for Zeng Zhuozi. Was he missing a screw in his head, or had he eaten too much shit and become stupid?
"Thank you, boss. On behalf of my friend, I thank you for not holding a grudge. I will definitely tell him what happened." Andy Lau said with his hands clasped together in a gesture of respect and his classic smile.
"It's nothing, thank you for your help," Xing Baohua said politely.
That resolves a minor issue, but who should we talk to about Young Master Ni?
If we were to go up against this guy, it would be quite troublesome, especially since his father is powerful!
He's a real talent! Everyone in the industry calls him a senior. He has a very high status; although he's wealthy—not the super-rich kind—he's incredibly popular!
Moreover, he has a very good friend who controls a line of public opinion.
It's common for young people to fight over girls, but Xing Baohua isn't the kind of second-generation rich kid. A capable first-generation heir could easily deal with a playboy, but the real fear is that beating up the younger one would bring out the older one.
We need a middleman to persuade them, but we don't know which of these people has a connection with that young master.
Forget it, I'll arrange a meeting with that young master myself another day. I just wonder if his wife has debuted yet. She didn't come today; she's probably still a nobody.
When Zeng Chuzi heard Andy Lau recount Xing Baohua's advice to him, he was initially dismissive, thinking he was just a songwriter. However, he learned from Andy Lau that Xing Baohua also owned a super-large factory in mainland China, with pagers and mobile phones being his businesses.
That scared me.
Locals in Hong Kong all know that being rich and not being rich make a difference.
The world of the wealthy is beyond the comprehension of these young actors.
They all have professional teams, bodyguards, and lawyers. Who can afford to hire them without some financial resources?
Zeng Chuzi took a sip of wine, said thank you to Andy Lau, and then left.
If he stayed any longer, he'd have to crawl into a hole in the ground. Perhaps feeling guilty, he kept thinking that Xing Baohua was watching him.
The party went on until the early hours of the morning before Xing Baohua and Zou Wenjuan finally saw everyone off. Many of the pretty girls looked at Xing Baohua differently, and Xing Baohua guessed that if Xiao Xianjing (Zou Wenjuan's nickname) hadn't been around, quite a few of them probably would have wanted to stay.
Just as they returned to the courtyard, they heard someone vomiting. The two went over to check and found it was Miss Jialing.
Is he drunk?
After finally finishing vomiting, Miss Jialing looked up and saw the two people beside her, who were her owners.
He said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Xing, I've made your place dirty."
The standard Mandarin accent is just a bit softer and more gentle, like that of a southern accent.
"Are you alright? Come inside and sit down, have some water?"
"Okay, thank you." Miss Jialing thanked her apologetically with a slight smile.
Seeing that she was still a little unsteady on her feet when she stood up, Xing Baohua gave the little vixen a look, and the girl reluctantly went over to help her.
Xing Baohua handed the person over to the little vixen for care and then left her to her own devices.
Whether the little vixen chased her away or let her stay the night, Xing Baohua didn't care. It was said that the little girl was no pushover either.
Despite her dark past, Xing Baohua could only express sympathy, but that didn't mean she could help her.
Xing Baohua just felt that the girl stayed behind in the end as if it were intentional.
Everyone's gone. Didn't her friends even think to give her a ride? There's no taxi around here, let alone expecting Xing Baohua to send someone to take her.
Don't drivers need to sleep at night?
Therefore, it's best to stay away from scheming women.
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