No one paid much attention to it, as it was just water spilled on a skirt, and Wu Changyun ignored the harsh words the woman said to him. But a moment later, the woman's brother drove a car through the crowd and honked. Wu Changyun saw the British man approaching. He was wearing a shirt and jeans, tall and with a forbidding face. He didn't look like someone he was going to mess with.
Seeing the other party's aura, Wu Changyun calmed himself down. Compared to those born in the 1970s, he was a man who had seen the world. His values, established in this new era, were fundamentally different from those of those who had been oppressed by British colonialism for years. The two women's brother, Henry, was a British police officer.
Henry talked to his sisters for a while, then pointed at his sister's skirt and shouted, "Who did this?"
None of the staff on the scene dared to agree. The director came out of the teahouse and asked about Henry's sister's situation through the interpreter. Wu Changyun thought to himself that it was bad luck. He hadn't even earned the money yet and he was in trouble again. The director explained for a long time, and Henry walked towards Wu Changyun. He looked very angry and yelled at Wu Changyun before saying, "Apologize."
Wu Changyun held his breath and did not answer. On one side was his dignity, and on the other was his future life. Wu Changyun did not want his future life to become bumpy because of this little farce, but Henry's bullying face in front of him was really annoying.
"You should go back to England," Wu Changyong replied in English.
Henry was surprised that a little stand-in could speak English, but then he got angry and yelled, "Do you know who I am?"
It was not a wise choice to offend Henry, but seeing Henry spitting in front of him and his arrogant face getting closer and closer, Wu Changyun felt that he had spoken too lightly.
Opposite the teahouse, on the third floor, Lei Luo, wearing a brown suit, pointed at Wu Changyun on the street and asked Zhu Youzai next to him, "What did he mean?"
Zhuyouzi thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "Probably, you eat shit."
Lei Luo couldn't help laughing, patted Zhuyouzai's shoulder and kept saying, "Interesting, interesting."
"Go and drive the English devil away, and don't let him cause trouble again."
"I understand, Luo Ge."
Zhu Rouzai walked downstairs and carefully counted the several bundles of money in his handbag. He took out the largest bundle and put it in his trouser pocket. Compared with the money they earned from making movies, this little money seemed insignificant.
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