Chapter 42

The next morning, Song Shu was still thinking about what Chen Zonghao said last night. She slapped her face to wake her mind and decided to stop thinking and work hard.

Today she made an appointment with Tian Tian Eve to discuss the contract with producer Wang Ru.

Because it was inconvenient to take the child there, Song Shu asked Xiaohua to help look after the child. Xiaohua patted her chest and promised that she would take good care of the child. Jiahui also nodded obediently and said that she would listen to sister Xiaohua.

Jiahui is a very well behaved little girl. As long as she has picture books, she can stay alone and read them quietly for an entire afternoon. She really likes the colorful pictures in the books.

After Song Shu noticed this, she bought her many picture books with beautiful illustrations, and also bought colored pencils and drawing paper for Jiahui to draw. Jiahui loved them and has recently become obsessed with drawing.

Song Shu found that although the little man's painting was not very good, that was because she had not received systematic training, but the color combination of the painting was very good and it looked very spiritual. Seeing that she was interested in painting, Song Shu planned to send her to a painting class.

After promising Xiaohua and Jiahui that she would buy them desserts when she came back, Song Shu went out.

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Several people met at a cafe in Central. When Song Shu arrived, Tian Tian and Sister Eve had also arrived, and the three of them met at the door of the cafe.

Tian Tian came over and took Song Shu's hand, smiling happily, "Shu, it's been a long time since we last met. You're amazing now, more famous than me. I heard that our company's agent Qian Ci asked you to design her stage costumes?"

This is not just some gossip. After Ho Chien-chi announced that she would hold a concert at the Hung Hom Coliseum, she has been hounded by paparazzi. Although there are many ridicules, there are also many envy.

Moreover, the paparazzi also reported that Ho Chien-chi's large-scale resignation of designers had caused dissatisfaction in the design community, further corroborating the previous reports that she was acting like a big shot.

Tian Tian has never been with He Qianci. Although they are both artists in the same company, He Qianci debuted much earlier than her.

Moreover, the two of them are in different fields, one in the music circle and the other in the film and television circle, so they don't have much intersection. When Tian Tian heard that her agent had contacted Ah Shu, she was still a little worried.

Song Shu nodded and smiled comfortingly, "She did find me, but don't worry, it doesn't matter even if she doesn't like it. Besides, I've been too busy lately."

The last sentence is a bit of a self-mockery, but it is also the truth. Not only does she have to design new clothes, she also has TV dramas and cultural festival activities here.

Tian Tian tutted twice and jokingly said, "Okay, you are so arrogant that you made me worry about you."

Song Shu smiled, straightened her face and said, "Please help me take a look at the contract later."

Eve waved her hands. "It's nothing. It's just a small matter. And thanks to you, we might even be able to meet Producer Wang today."

Eve was telling the truth. Producer Wang Ru is not only a producer of many hit dramas, but also has money at home and is also engaged in film and television related business. Although her company is not as powerful as Tian Tian's current one, its strength should not be underestimated. Any leakage of the resources she controls can cause other stars to fight to the death.

The three of them walked in while talking. Before the agreed time, Wang Ru had arrived before them. When she saw them come in, she stood up and said politely, "You are here, please sit down."

He did not have the arrogance of a famous producer at all, but was very polite instead.

Wang Ru asked them to sit down and handed them the menu. She said, "There's no need to introduce yourself. We all know each other. The mango pancakes and durian mille-feuille in this coffee shop are delicious. You can try them."

They each ordered coffee and a dessert.

After the waiter brought the coffee and dessert, Wang Ru stirred the coffee and looked at Song Shu and asked, "Miss Song, what do you think about this?"

Song Shu took a sip of coffee and said, "Producer Wang, I've watched the content of your TV series these days, and I'm very interested in taking on your commission."

The content of this TV series is not the martial arts style of Producer Wang's previous works. Although martial arts TV series are popular now, Producer Wang intends to step out of his comfort zone and explore different TV series themes.

This TV series tells the story of several women in a large mansion who start fighting to the death for their husband, and after their husband's death, they work together to support the family.

Song Shu was attracted to the content as soon as she saw it, because although the first half was about a family fight, the latter part broke out of this cage and became a story of women struggling and growing together in that feudal ancient society.

Wang Ru heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. She was really afraid that Miss Song would refuse. She smiled and said, "Happy cooperation, Miss Song. Here is the contract. You can take a look at it."

Wang Ru took out a contract from her bag and handed it to her. Song Shu took it and started to read it.

After reading it, Sister Eve also helped to read it. After all, she is the one who knows the entertainment industry contracts best. If you are not careful, there will be some twists and turns hidden in it that can trap people.

Fortunately, Producer Wang was sincere in seeking cooperation with Song Shu. There were no problems with the contract terms, and the interests and obligations were clearly defined.

Wang Ru watched her read the contract and said, "We have two payment methods here. One is that we pay Miss Song one million yuan in one lump sum as design fee. The other is to pay 500,000 yuan upfront and then take 5% commission of the TV series' profit. It's up to you, Miss Song, to decide which one you want to choose."

The first one-time payment is more secure and less risky, while the second one is more profitable but also more risky. If the TV series makes money, then the second one will make more than the first one. If it loses money, you may only get 500,000, which is half the price of the first one.

Song Shu thought about it for a while and agreed to pay with the second method. She curled her lips and looked at Producer Wang, "Ms. Wang, I have seen the content of your TV series. I believe in your level. This TV series will definitely be a hit, so I choose the second method."

Wang Ru showed a rare bit of confidence of a famous producer, "I won't let you lose money, Miss Song."

The two smiled at each other, and Song Shu signed the contract.

After signing, Wang Ru took out a script and handed it to Tian Tian and her agent Eve. "Ms. Tian, ​​there is a role in this TV series that I think is quite suitable for you. Are you interested in taking it?"

Tian Tian and Sister Eve looked at each other and their eyes lit up. They didn't expect that there was something about them. Although they also wanted to get in touch with this producer, they didn't expect to get in touch so soon.

Tian Tian took the script and started reading it. The more she read, the more satisfied she became with the role, which depicted the character's growth from a prostitute to a concubine and finally to the second person in charge of a large mansion.

Moreover, this drama is about an ensemble of characters, without any clear heroine, so her role plays a very important role.

There was nothing wrong with the script, and it was unexpectedly good. Tian Tian nodded and said, "I'm willing to take it. Thank you producer for giving me the opportunity."

Producer Wang nodded and said, "You're welcome. It's mainly because Miss Tian is very suitable for this role." On the other hand, it was also out of consideration for Song Shu.

Tian Tian doesn't think that a role can be yours just because it's suitable for you. You can always find someone else in this circle who is equally suitable for the role. She was able to get this role this time thanks to A Shu.

After they signed the contract, Producer Wang left first. Tian Tian hugged Song Shu and said gratefully, "Shu, you are really my lucky star."

Song Shu patted her shoulder and said, "What lucky star? You deserve it because of your hard work."

This is the truth, Tian Tian has the ability to seize every opportunity, otherwise no matter how much help others give her, it would be in vain.

Song Shu and Tian Tian Eve sat in the coffee shop and talked for a while before saying goodbye and leaving. She declined their suggestion to take her home, "No, I see there's a big library nearby, I want to go there to look up some information."

The TV series was set in the Ming Dynasty, so she needed to look up some information in some books, and she also needed to check information about the Hanfu Culture Festival at that time.

Tian Tian and the others did not force it. Song Shu said goodbye to them and walked towards the library.

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There is a Central Library in Central. Its predecessor was the "King's Library" established in 1841. It was renovated and rebuilt by the Hong Kong government in 1969 and its name was changed to "Central Library".

Song Shu followed the instructions and went to the history section, where she picked up a few books about the cultural costumes of various dynasties, but some of the information was not available in the library.

Just when Song Shu was thinking about going to other bookstores or libraries to look for it another day, an old lady with neatly combed hair, gray hair on her temples, and wearing a cheongsam walked up to her.

Zhang Wanqing noticed Song Shu when she was looking for books in the history area. At first, it was the hairpin in her hair that attracted her attention.

Because the hairpin was made by herself in her spare time and put it in her daughter's shop for sale, but usually not many people bought it. So when she saw the hairpin worn by the girl in front of T, she recognized it at a glance and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Then I noticed that the girl was wearing a light blue cheongsam with a light shirt on the outside. She had her hair tied up and was standing there flipping through a book, like a lady from an ancient painting.

Her quiet and elegant temperament made her unable to help but take a few more glances at her, and then she found that she was looking for books related to history. Then she saw that she was frowning as if she had encountered some difficulties. Zhang Wanqing could not help but walk over.

"Girl, are you looking for a book?"

Song Shu was flipping through a book with her head down when suddenly a gentle voice rang in her ears. She looked up and saw an old lady who looked intelligent and elegant standing in front of her with a kind smile on her face.

Song Shu was dazed for a moment when she saw her. It was not that their faces were similar, but her temperament was very similar to hers. Therefore, Song Shu could not help but reply: "I'm looking for some books, but it seems that they are not available in this library."

Zhang Wanqing saw the girl's face clearly. What a beautiful lady. She was pleasing to the eye at first sight. "What book are you looking for?"

Seeing that she was enthusiastic but not offensive, Song Shu told her the book she was looking for.

Zhang Wanqing listened and said, "The information you want may not be available in other libraries. It's not like the mainland. Books on this subject are not so complete here."

Song Shu nodded. It was possible that some of the books she was looking for were not available, but she was still very grateful to the old lady for telling her. "Thank you for telling me, otherwise I might have gone to other libraries to look for it."

Zhang Wanqing waved her hands, "It's a small matter. Miss, do you need them urgently? I know where to find these books."

Song Shu was about to open her mouth to say that it was not necessary to bother.

The old lady said enthusiastically: "I am not a bad person. Although it is strange to say this, I am a mathematics professor at Hong Kong University. I like to study history, so I know that Hong Kong University has books on this subject."

Song Shu was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she was a mathematics professor. But judging from her appearance and demeanor, it was more convincing to say that she was a literature professor. So she said, "I thought you taught literature."

Zhang Wanqing laughed happily after hearing this. "A lot of people say that. I'm very happy to hear you say that. Although I teach mathematics, I like to study history and learn to make small things from it. For example, the hairpin on the girl's head was made by me. Can you tell that the hairpin on my head and the one on your head are made by the same person?"

As she spoke, she turned her head to the side so that Song Shu could see the hairpin on her hair.

Song Shu looked at the hairpin and was amazed at the craftsmanship. It was exactly the same as the one she wore on her head. "Are you the grandma the girl in the store mentioned? The hairpins you make are very beautiful."

Zhang Wanqing was very happy to hear someone praise her work. "Thank you for the compliment. It's just a little thing I made when I was bored. Now you believe I didn't lie to you, right?"

Song Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. She didn't think she was a liar at first sight. "You're kidding. What on earth do you think is worth lying about?"

Zhang Wanqing raised her eyebrows, as if teasing a younger person, "You are such a beautiful girl. I want to trick you back to be my grandson's granddaughter-in-law."

Song Shu coughed and blushed. She didn't expect that someone who looked so intelligent and elegant could speak so humorously. "You are really good at making jokes."

Zhang Wanqing stopped teasing her and took out a card from her small bag and handed it to her, "Here, this is the school's campus card. You can use it to enter the school library and borrow books."

Without waiting for Song Shu to refuse, the old lady stuffed the card into her hand and said, "Here, I don't need it normally. I like girls who like to study history like me the most."

Zhang Wanqing saw that most of the books she borrowed were about the study of dynasty costumes, and asked curiously, "Miss, why are all the books you borrowed related to costumes?"

Song Shu couldn't resist her enthusiasm, so she took the campus card and said, "Thank you. Just call me by my name. My name is Song Shu. Well, I'm actually a fashion designer, so borrowing these materials will be useful."

"Clothing designer, Song Shu?" The old lady's eyes lit up. "I know you. You are the one who started the trend of Hanfu in Hong Kong recently. You are such a great girl."

Zhang Wanqing was even happier after hearing her introduction. She didn't expect that the girl was the fashion designer who started the Hanfu craze some time ago.

When she was reading the newspaper, she was both impressed and fond of the little girl. She was glad that there are still people who do not lose their Chinese historical roots and promote their own culture.

The old lady said with relief on her face, "Just take this card. If you have any questions, you can come to me directly in Room 302, Building 5, Staff Dormitory. I usually live there. Even if I can't solve your problem, I can still ask the professors in the History Department. They will definitely be happy to help you. After all, it's rare to see people who are interested in our country's culture nowadays. People nowadays are all thinking about learning advanced ideas and culture from foreign countries..."

The old lady looked a little sad as she spoke.

Song Shu knew that this was helpless. After all, there are still some people who think this way in modern times. Therefore, Song Shu did not reject her kindness. "Then thank you for your help."

Song Shu didn't want to see her show this expression, so she said mischievously: "After talking so much, I still don't know your name."

Zhang Wanqing was brought back to her senses by her, "Hey, look at me, my brain is not working properly, Ah Shu, can I call you Ah Shu?"

Song Shu nodded with a smile on her face. "Of course."

"My name is Zhang Wanqing. You usually call me Grandma Zhang. Don't be polite to me."

"Okay, Grandma Zhang." Song Shu agreed readily.

"Hey." Grandma Zhang said as she saw the cheongsam and the antique-style coat Song Shu was wearing. She asked curiously, "Shu, did you design and make both the cheongsam and coat yourself?"

Song Shu nodded, "Yes, I made it."

"It's really beautiful. Ah Shu, you have such a skillful hand. There are almost no cheongsam shops in Hong Kong now." Zhang Wanqing said with emotion.

Everyone is pursuing Western-style things, and few people wear clothes like cheongsam.

Song Shu comforted her and said, "Next time, I'll make a few cheongsams for you, Grandma Zhang. Grandma Zhang looks so good in cheongsams. Please advertise for me, Grandma."

Zhang Wanqing smiled when she heard this, knowing that she wanted to find a reason to thank her for her help. "I don't need to advertise here, but I am looking forward to the cheongsam that Ah Shu will make for me."

"good."

Finally, when Grandma Zhang passed away, she kept reminding Song Shu to come visit her when she went to the University of Hong Kong. Song Shu agreed and left with satisfaction.

After saying goodbye to her, Song Shu went to the coffee shop they had just visited and packed up some desserts. When she was eating, she found that the desserts in this coffee shop were very delicious, so she thought of buying some back for Jiahui and Xiaohua to try.

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Sitting on the bus, Song Shu looked at the campus card in her hand with a smile on her face, she didn't expect to meet Grandma Zhang during this trip. She was such an interesting and cultured grandma. Most importantly, she felt the warmth from her that her grandmother had when she was alive.

Back in the store, Song Shu gave the desserts she brought to Jiahui and Xiaohua.

The two of them took it, opened it and ate it with gusto, "Sister Shu, where did you buy this dessert? It's so delicious."

Jiahui was also very satisfied with the meal, with some butter on her mouth. She nodded and said, "It's delicious."

"If it tastes good, eat more." Song Shu smiled and said, "I bought it at a coffee shop in Central."

Song Shu looked at Xiaohua who was eating dessert and asked casually, "Xiaohua, did anyone call me today?"

Xiaohua took a bite of the cake and shook her head, "No."

"Oh." Song Shu thought that Chen Zonghao said something inexplicable yesterday and left, but now he didn't even call back. It was annoying.

Xiaohua ate the cake and glanced at Sister Shu. She felt it was a little strange. Sister Shu had never asked her who called her before. Xiaohua shook her head. She didn't understand.

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In the evening, Song Shu spent a lot of time modifying and perfecting the stage performance costumes she designed for He Qianci. After she finished, she stretched her waist and looked up to see that it was already past half past eleven.

She put down her pen, sat on the chair, and couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen to the sounds outside the door, but it was very quiet outside the door, without a sound at all, and no one came to knock on her door to ask her if she wanted to have a midnight snack.

Song Shu pouted, stood up and walked to the bed, took off her shoes, lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, and stared at the ceiling silently. After two or three minutes, she muttered, "Annoying Chen Zonghao."

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In Kowloon Walled City, the nightlife has just begun. At a night snack stall in the corridor on the first floor, a woman opens her door to solicit customers.

The coughing of the old man upstairs, the sounds of children being beaten and scolded, and the shouting of people playing cards all combined to form the normal daily sounds in the village.

In the middle floors of the city, the Hesheng Group has been humiliated by the Yiqingtuan recently, and the morale among the gangs has been low. Many gangsters have complained that they want to fight the Yiqingtuan to get their face back.

After all, the Young and Dangerous care most about the reputation of the gang. What's the point of following a boss who doesn't have prestige?

In the private room on the top floor of the building, it was still the same private room. Uncle Hua sat at the top, and the other three hall masters sat on the sofas respectively.

The society lost face because of the loss of a hall master. The boss was in a bad mood and these hall masters did not dare to say anything.

Before, he had women playing with him, but now there are only the boss, three hall masters and the boss's confidants in the box.

Uncle Hua, who was sitting at the top, was smoking a cigarette. The smoke made it impossible to see his expression. None of the three hall masters sitting at the bottom dared to speak.

After the cigarette was finished, they heard Uncle Hua's calm voice, "How are we going to settle the account between our club and the Yiqingtuan? I heard that other clubs are now calling us losers."

Ah Sheng and Ah Qing did not say anything, but the hot-tempered Dao Ba said directly: "Boss, if you ask me, we should just grab our guys and beat up all those bastards. Who would be afraid of whom?"

Ah Sheng lowered his head and took a sip of wine, sneering, "Idiot."

The sound was quite loud, and Scar heard it. He immediately became furious and glared at him, "Who are you scolding, you idiot?"

Ah Sheng put down his glass, raised his head, and looked at him, not afraid of him at all, "Whoever agrees can be scolded, we are now fighting against the Yiqingtuan, and the one who benefits is the Hongantuan, use your stupid brain to think about it."

Scar didn't listen to him. He just cursed him, "Bah, you are a loser, how can you be the leader if you are so greedy and afraid of death?"

Ah Sheng was also aroused, "Damn, you idiot, being the head of the hall with you is simply lowering my status."

"Throwing the street."

Uncle Hua's face was not in a good mood. Scar's words seemed to have implicated him as well. He slammed the table heavily with a "bang" and said, "Shut up."

Scar and Ah Sheng saw that Uncle Hua was angry, so they could only shut up, but they still looked a little unconvinced.

The leader of the club, Aqing, stepped out at the right time to smooth things over. "Okay, Asheng Daoba, you two should all stop talking. We are all brothers from the same club, and harmony brings wealth."

Uncle Hua looked at the expressions of the three hall masters, all of whom had unpredictable looks on their faces. One of them thought that he didn't know that they were waiting to take his place, haha.

At this moment, a bodyguard pushed the door open and said, "Boss, Chen Zonghao is here."

Uncle Hua waved his hand, "Let him in."

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Chen Zonghao pushed the door open and called out to Uncle Hua, who was sitting at the top of the table, "Boss."

"Haozi, you're here, sit down." Uncle Hua had a smile on his face, a very bright smile, as if it wasn't him who was angry just now.

Chen Zonghao listened to him and sat on the sofa opposite him.

Scar didn't pay much attention to Chen Zonghao who came in. He poured a large glass of red wine and started drinking it.

Ah Sheng just glanced at him and looked away. He was just a dog raised by the boss.

Ah Qing looked at Chen Zonghao with a smile and enthusiasm on his face, "Haozi, long time no see."

Chen Zonghao raised his eyes and looked at him, his face still with that indifferent expression, "Brother Qing."

It seems like he treats everyone the same. Before, Uncle Hua was very satisfied with him like this and didn't get involved with those hall masters. But looking at him now, he finds that even the big bosses can't see through him.

Uncle Hua held a cigarette in his hand and looked at him with sunken eyes, "Last time, we should thank Haozi and your people for coming in time to rescue one of our men, otherwise he would have been killed by the Youth League in the end."

Chen Zonghao's expression remained unchanged, "Boss, it's just a piece of cake."

"Yeah." Uncle Hua threw the cigarette on the table. According to his investigation, Chen Zonghao and his people were delivering the goods as agreed that night, and Kou Shuibian was chopped because he misjudged the wrong person and offended him. He couldn't blame anyone.

However, before this, Da Biao led his men to rob Chen Zonghao's goods. As the boss, he could pretend not to know before, but now that he knows, he can't help but express his opinion. Otherwise, the people under him will think that he supports this, and everyone will follow suit. Who knows, one day they will rob him, the boss. If this happens, will he still be the boss?

Uncle Hua said angrily, "Haozi, even though Da Biao is dead, as a big boss, I still want to scold him. He is a scoundrel who even stole my brother's goods. I will kill him if he doesn't die."

After he finished speaking, everyone in the box had different expressions. The man with the scar on his face was all filled with anger. Ah Sheng lowered his head to drink with a mocking expression on his face, while Ah Qing still had that smiling expression on his face.

After Uncle Hua finished speaking, he stared at Chen Zonghao, who sighed and said, "Boss, the dead are the greatest. We are all brothers. I don't think Brother Biao did it on purpose."

"Hmph, that's not intentional. I think he did it on purpose. He robbed twice and he wants to rob a third time. I don't believe it." Scar, who was sitting next to him, said angrily, as if it was his goods that were robbed.

Uncle Hua glared at him and said, "You have no right to speak."

He turned around and lit another cigarette, took a puff, and glanced at the people in the private room. "Since Da Biao is dead, a new leader needs to be chosen. I suggest that Haozi be the new leader. On the one hand, it can make up for Da Biao's compensation for stealing Haozi's goods, and on the other hand, Haozi also has the ability to sit on the position of leader. What do you think?"

Scar looked at Chen Zonghao with some disdain, "I disagree. I don't agree with the society picking weaklings all day long who are not good enough to be chopped by others."

Ah Sheng glared at him. Don't think he didn't know that he was secretly mocking him, but his opinion now was the same as Scar's. He also disagreed. Having another competitor was not a good thing. "I don't agree either. Has Chen Zonghao made any contribution to the society? Boss, choosing him won't satisfy the public."

Uncle Hua glanced at the two of them, his eyes resting on Ah Qing's face, "Ah Qing, what do you think?"

Ah Qing smiled and said, "The society needs fresh blood. It would be a good idea to let Haozi be the leader. I think he has the ability."

Uncle Hua nodded, but didn't say yes or no. He looked at Chen Zonghao and said, "Haozi, what do you think?"

Chen Zonghao had a tangled and excited expression on his face. Uncle Hua rubbed his cigarette and looked at him. It would be a lie if he didn't feel moved. He just wanted to make him feel moved.

Other people in the box were also watching, after all, the position of hall master was very attractive.

After a long while, Chen Zonghao looked at Uncle Hua and said sincerely, "Boss, it's a lie to say that I don't want to be the hall master. I, Chen Zonghao, also want to be the hall master, but just like Brother Sheng said, I am not qualified yet, and I don't want to be the hall master like this, so I think I must make contributions to the society in the future, and this hall master position will definitely belong to me in the future."

"Okay, okay." Uncle Hua said three "good" words in a row, with praise on his face, "Haozi has ambition. Since you say so, Uncle Hua will wait for you to ascend to the position of hall master through your own efforts."

"Sure." Chen Zonghao nodded, his face full of confidence.

Ah Sheng and Scarface didn't agree. Ah Qing looked at him and said, "Haozi is still ambitious."

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Uncle Hua said this, and thinking about the incident with the Yiqingtuan, his face turned grim again, "You said that the morale of your men is low now, how do you solve it?"

Scar still said the same thing, "Boss, just a fight will do."

Ah Sheng and Ah Qing disagreed with Scar's words, "Big Brother is not good enough, we in Kowloon Walled City are now three-legged."

At this time, Chen Zonghao said, "I think you know that the video cameras I make are not going to make a lot of money, but I can still make some money with my brothers. Otherwise, I will let you lead the brothers in the group to run them, teach everyone the technology, and make money together. Money is nothing but morale."

Uncle Hua's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Oh, Haozi, seriously, this is so embarrassing. You did this all by yourself."

Chen Zonghao looked serious, as if he was eager to contribute to the society. "Boss, I think we can make more money by making the society bigger and stronger."

After hearing what Chen Zonghao said, the others' eyes revolved around him and the boss. They knew about the video camera Chen Zonghao had, but they didn't have the brains to do it and could only watch. They also wanted to snatch it away, but this guy had the boss's back and provided him with tributes, so it was not their turn to ask for it. They didn't expect that this guy would actually hand it over to the society.

For a moment, everyone didn't know whether to say that he was stupid or that the position of hall master was very tempting.

Uncle Hua pondered for a while. This was a good idea. The most important thing was that he was also greedy for the goods. It was completely different to offer them as tribute and to keep them in his own hands. "Haozi, have you thought about it?"

Chen Zonghao nodded, "Boss, I've already thought about it. I'm relieved to leave it to you."

"Okay, Haozi, you are worthy of being a member of our Shengtuan. We brothers will all remember your kindness." Uncle Hua laughed heartily.

When the three hall masters, Scar, Asheng and Aqing, saw that the boss had accepted it, they had an idea that anyone who didn't make money was a fool, and they were about to ask him to be responsible.

Uncle Hua didn't even give them a chance to speak. He turned to Acai who was standing behind him and said, "Acai, when the time comes, you will follow Haozi to take over those goods and send someone to learn from Haozi."

"Got it, boss." The confidant Acai nodded.

After Uncle Hua finished speaking, he turned to the three hall masters and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, your hall masters will definitely have a share when the time comes."

The three hall masters nodded, showing no objection, "Understood, boss." But they lowered their heads with unclear expressions.

Chen Zonghao sat on the sofa, looking at the people in the box with different expressions, and curled the corners of his mouth.

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Yi Qing Tuan, a subordinate pushed the door open and walked in. Uncle Qiang sat on a chair and looked at the subordinate, "Something happened."

The subordinate said respectfully, "Boss, I recently received news that the Hesheng Group is making a big move. I heard that they are making a video camera and making a lot of money."

Uncle Qiang paused while drinking his tea and frowned, "Really?"

The subordinate nodded, "It's true."

Uncle Qiang's face turned unhappy. Their Kowloon Walled City was just a small place, and their society was also just a small society. Usually, apart from collecting some protection fees and transporting some goods at risk to make some money, they could not compare with the big societies in other parts of Hong Kong that had big industries such as entertainment venues to make money.

Except for some gangsters, Hong Kong citizens don't like to come to their entertainment venues, so they can't make much money.

Damn it, that damn Hua was lucky enough to make money from a video camera, if he isn't jealous, who would be jealous? No, he has to have a piece of the pie too.

Hongan Society.

After hearing the report from his men, Uncle Hong's eyebrows moved. It would be a lie to say that he was not tempted. Moreover, if the Wo Sheng Group was allowed to develop in this way, it would surely surpass their Hung On Group and the Yee Ching Group in time. Then, Uncle Wah would be the only one in charge of Kowloon Walled City, and this would not do.

In Kowloon Walled City, people get up, work, and earn money as usual. There is no difference from usual, and they cannot feel the storm brewing beneath the calm.

Xu's Real Estate.

Xu Changlong listened to his subordinates' report, thought for a while, picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Governor Ma, how are you these days?"

Governor Ma, who answered the call, said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Xu. I wonder who you are calling from..."

Xu Changlong said nonchalantly: "I'm here to report my achievements to Governor Ma..."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I will definitely..."

"Um."

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That day, Song Shu looked at the design of the stage costumes and called the number left by the agent May. "Hello, is this Sister May? I am designer Song Shu. I have designed a version of the stage costumes. You can send someone to pick up the design draft."

May, the agent, was in the office, watching Qianci cross out the design drawings again. Her head was buzzing with pain, "Not satisfied again?"

He Qianci also looked annoyed, "Dissatisfied, this is not the feeling I want."

She also knew that she was too picky, but she was dissatisfied.

May sighed, "Qianci, you have to know that no designer in Hong Kong will accept your invitation now, no matter how much money you offer."

Moreover, her reputation among designers has become bad now, and the paparazzi have seized on this to exaggerate her reports, making her reputation as arrogant and overbearing even more popular.

He Qianci doesn't care at all. It doesn't matter if she has a bad reputation. As long as she can still write songs and sing, her professional ability is there, she still has fans and her albums can still sell. That is her pride.

Moreover, in Hong Kong's current entertainment circle, there are no celebrities with good reputations. Those celebrities have done a lot of illegal and immoral things. This is the darkest circle in Hong Kong now. Her bad temper is just a small problem in it.

May also knew this and was just advising her out of habit.

He Qianci frowned, "No other clothes?" She didn't want to compromise at her concert.

May held up her hands. "No more."

At this moment, the phone in the office rang. The assistant picked it up first. After listening for a while, she said to May, "Sister May, it's someone looking for you. They said it's designer Song Shusong."

May's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said to He Qianci, "Maybe your clothes are here."

May went over to take the phone and nodded after hearing what was said on the other end. "Okay, thank you, Designer Song. No problem. I'll send someone to get it now."

May hung up the phone, smiled, and said to the assistant beside her: "Go to Zhiyu Clothing Store in Causeway Bay and bring back the design drawings..."

"Wait."

May was interrupted by He Qianci before she finished her instructions to her assistant. After listening to her, she asked, "She is the designer Song Shusong you mentioned last time. Has she designed the clothes?"

May nodded, "Yes, Designer Song just called and asked us to go get it."

He Qianci thought for a while and made the decision: "Don't bother the assistant, we will go directly there. If we are satisfied, we will sign the contract directly. If we are not satisfied, we won't waste time."

May thought this suggestion was feasible, but before going over, she still gave He Qianci a heads-up, "Qianci, even if you are not satisfied later, please don't say anything unpleasant. I will negotiate with you."

He Qianci stood up and put on sunglasses. "Stop talking nonsense. Got it. I know my limits."

May's mouth twitched. She was worried about her sense of propriety.

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After Song Shu informed her agent May, she thought she would just send an assistant or come herself, but she didn't expect that the singer He Qianci would also come.

He Qianci was seen wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and had big wavy hair. She looked domineering and arrogant.

Song Shu was not hurt by her arrogance. She had met many customers who were even more arrogant and difficult to deal with. She politely invited the two of them to sit on the sofa and poured them each a cup of scented tea.

May spoke first, "Designer Song, have you designed a set of clothes? Can we take a look?"

He Qianci looked around her shop without saying anything.

Song Shu nodded, "Of course." Then she handed her a finished design draft.

May took it. She didn't understand what was on the skirt at first glance, but she was attracted to it at the second glance and was filled with surprise at the third glance.

He Qianci sat next to May and frowned when she saw that she didn't say anything for a long time after receiving the design. Usually, May would give her some comments on the design, no matter whether it was good or bad. Why didn't she say anything today? She couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

May came to her senses after hearing her words, handed her the design drawings, looked at her and said, "Take a look for yourself."

Seeing her expression, He Qianci couldn't help but become curious. Her face turned serious and she reached out to take the drawing.

There was a picture of a black skirt with long sleeves on the upper part of the skirt. One side of the skirt was ankle-length and the other side was thigh-length. There were red poisonous snakes coiled around the skirt, with their heads pointing upwards and their tails pointing downwards. Wearing it felt like it was coiled around you.

After a while, He Qianci held the blueprint and looked up at Song Shu, with a serious expression: "Can I ask Designer Song about the design inspiration for this blueprint?"

Song Shu met her eyes and nodded, "Of course, this design drawing was inspired by one of your songs, "Bad Woman"... They say she is vicious, like a poisonous snake, but I think even if she is a poisonous snake, she is still gorgeous, making those people jump forward even though they know she is poisonous... The most important thing is that the poisonous snake, like that woman, is climbing up. She doesn't care about other people's opinions. She just wants to get out of the quagmire."

After Song Shu finished speaking, He Qianci remained silent for a while.

May saw that the two were silent, and just wanted to use her eyes to ask Qianci if she was satisfied. Anyway, she was very surprised and satisfied. If Qianci was not satisfied, she would...

At this time, He Qianci smiled, and this smile diluted some of her arrogance. She extended her hand to Song Shu with a warm smile on her face, "Designer Song, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Song Shu reached out and held her hand, "Happy cooperation."

Only after signing the contract with He Qianci and the others and seeing them off did Song Shu breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the customers were satisfied.

She walked back to the back room with the contract, thinking about how she would have to get busy with the design next. He Qianci required seven or eight sets of stage performance costumes, which was a huge workload.

I looked up and saw the closed door next door. I was startled. Chen Zonghao hadn't been home for three days and hadn't called back.