Everything happened at once, and only after Zhang Xincheng learned about the plan did he realize Zhao Yang's cunning.
They appear as docile and obedient as sheep, yet they are incredibly cunning. However, this cunning is not directed at their own people, but rather at their competitors.
For a fleeting moment, Zhang Xincheng almost thought that the director had orchestrated the entire plan.
Seeing the director's slightly surprised expression, he knew that the director was also taken aback by Zhao Yang's actions.
Is Zhao Yang born for business, music, or film?
He has no limitations; he excels in music, film, and business.
With Zhaoyang's intelligence, even if he didn't write music or get involved in film and television, he could still become a big boss in business.
When Zhang Xincheng drove over, Li Zhaoyang noticed that Watanabe and Noda were still standing there, showing no intention of calling the driver over. He asked, "Minister Noda, where is your car?"
Noda took out his phone and called the driver from before: "Where is he?"
The driver replied, "I've called someone to tow the car."
Noda: "Isn't the tire leaking air? Why do you need a tow truck?"
Driver: "The car won't start, it has to be towed back to the factory for repairs."
Noda: "How did Zhang Zhen from the Crow unit manage to get back?"
Driver: "He called for a taxi."
"Baka!" Noda cursed and hung up the phone. In Chinese parlance, he should have checked the almanac before going out today, as all the bad things had happened at once.
There wasn't even a ride back.
What kind of situation is this?
"Minister Noda, Watanabe-kun, why don't you ride back with us?" Li Zhaoyang asked warmly, as if inviting an old friend.
"No need, Representative Li, you go back first, I'll call a taxi." Noda quickly waved his hand.
"Okay, see you another day." After Li Zhaoyang said goodbye, Zhang Xincheng started the engine, and the car sped forward like a roaring beast until it disappeared from their sight.
After a short while, Noda and his companion hailed a taxi and then said goodbye to the chairman.
“Chairman Ka, you should go back now. You’re quite busy.” Watanabe said, “The finance department will review the funding and the money will be in the account within three business days.”
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Watanabe-kun." Chairman Ka watched the taxi start before turning to leave: "Finally, I can go to the sauna."
In the taxi.
"Where are you two going?" The driver was a native American.
"Let's go to the shopping street." Noda's voice had changed.
"Okay."
After starting the car, Noda glanced at the rearview window and, seeing that Chairman Ka had indeed returned, flew into a rage: "Baka yarou, baka yarou, baka yarou, I'll fuck your damn Li slut, you son of a bitch who gave birth to a child without an anus, and you Chairman Ka who grew up eating shit, I'll fuck your whole body."
Not only Noda, but Watanabe also couldn't hold back anymore. With Chairman Ka not here, there was no need to suppress his anger, and he went completely berserk: "Baka! I want Li the bastard to die, I want him to die, I want him to die!"
Less than a minute after the two contestants got into the car, they completely lost control and went berserk. The rich emotions they displayed, the perfectly timed body language, and the seamless anger all showed that they were not acting. This was a scene without any trace of acting, an Oscar-worthy performance, an absolute scene worthy of being written into textbooks.
That moment.
The scene on the bus became an undisputed iconic moment in film and television that year.
Even the American driver was instantly "attracted," his neck shrank back, terrified.
The sudden change caught him off guard.
Just as the driver was about to ask what was going on, the driver started cursing as soon as he got in the car.
Looking through the rearview mirror, I noticed that the two contestants seemed a bit off. Normal people don't get angry like that.
Moreover, the sinister look in their eyes was definitely Dao's gaze.
Fuck!
He considered a terrible possibility.
These two... could they be mentally ill?
I've heard that when a mental illness strikes, neither the emotions nor the physical actions can be understood by ordinary people.
The two people in front of me seem to fit all the characteristics of mental illness.
He also heard that mentally ill people do not bear any legal responsibility for committing murder.
The driver was terrified, a chill running down his spine. He shrank back, his expression as if he had a fine, dry rat dropping stuck in his throat: "I...I..."
"Ahhhh—"
Noda roared incoherently, "Watanabe... Watanabe... Watanabe!"
"I'm here!" Watanabe shouted through gritted teeth, the two clasping hands, their bromance palpable.
"That bastard Li is making a movie!! I'll make him lose money, lose a lot of money!!" Noda roared, "I'll get my revenge on him!"
Watanabe: "I'll arrange to meet with Chang Chen later to discuss the details properly. I absolutely cannot let that scumbag Li get away with this. She swindled 10 million US dollars from me, and I won't be able to sleep until I get some interest back!!"
Noda: "I'll make sure his movie doesn't reach a million dollars at the box office, even if it costs me a hundred million, I'll make sure he can't make a single step forward!"
The conversation between the two men sounded even more like they were mentally ill to the driver. He involuntarily pulled his foot back from the accelerator, and after the car slowed down, he placed one hand on the door handle, ready to open the door and jump out at any moment.
These two keep talking about tens of millions or hundreds of millions. If they're so rich, why would they call a taxi?
Do they even know what $100 million means?
It's confirmed that he's mentally ill!
Moreover, mental illness is no joke; it can be fatal.
"Driver, why are you slowing down? We're in a hurry!" After venting his anger, Noda's chest heaved less, and he suddenly poked his head out.
The driver trembled with fear, his lips quivering as he stammered, "I... sir, driving safety should be the priority. Reckless driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes."
"Then why is your hand on the doorknob? Is that a habit?" Noda was really in a hurry to get back to the company and have an emergency meeting before leaving get off work.
“That’s right…it’s a habit.” The driver was sweating profusely. He had no doubt that if he gave the other man a knife right now, the man would slit his own throat on the spot.
Startled by this thought, the driver quickly pulled his hand back and placed it against his neck.
"Zhang Zhen, where are you?" Watanabe Nobunaga called directly: "Let's meet at a time and place tonight. I'm going to get my revenge on that slut Li!"
Noda snatched the phone: "Zhang Zhen, we were all tricked by that scoundrel Li before. Our Sihai team has secured lease contracts for nearly 20 scenic spots. You have to secure them all."
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhen's voice came through: "Businessmen value integrity above all else, especially someone like us. Don't worry, Han Ya will handle the entire contract. We'll sign the transfer agreement later, and Han Ya's finance department will transfer the full amount. And then... I'll make sure that scumbag Li's movie is stillborn!!"
If Zhang Zhen hadn't slipped away in time, he might have fallen for Li Jianhuo's tricks too.
As a fellow Chinese, he knew that Zhang Shulan was probably well-versed in various military books and had even thoroughly studied all thirty-six stratagems.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to proceed step by step.
Li Jianhuo must have had this plan by Zhang Shulan when she became a representative.
Especially considering that Sihai had already suffered two defeats at Zhang Shulan's hands, Zhang Zhen was very worried about Noda's mental state: "Noda, do you want to go to the hospital to get checked out? I'm a little worried about your mental state."
Because the hands-free mode was on, Zhang Zhen's words startled the driver quite a bit. He thought, "Damn it, are we still going to the shopping street? Should we just drive straight to the hospital?"
Noda: "No need. Let's discuss the details tonight. I need to start the revenge plan tomorrow, otherwise I won't be able to sleep!"
Chang Chen: "All done."
Half an hour later.
Driver: "12 dollars."
After Noda paid the fare and got out of the car, the driver stepped on the gas and drove away from the street.
Watanabe was the first to be confused: "You must have taken the wrong turn. This isn't a shopping street."
Noda glanced around, then looked at the hospital in front of him and fell into deep thought. Two seconds later, he burst out cursing, "Baka! I'm a baka! I'll fuck your baka!"
How can you encounter a dishonest driver just by taking a ride?
They have absolutely no conscience!
Li slut, I'll kill you!
Another direction.
After confirming that they were at least 2 kilometers away from the hospital, a taxi stopped on the side of the road.
The American driver had blond hair and looked very emotional, but his face looked like he had stepped in dog poop and was in a terrible mood.
His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and sent a 60-second voice message to a group chat with the nickname "The Conscience Taxi Knight Who Specializes in Ripping Off Ashiba":
"Fuck! Brothers! There are mentally ill people around Sifanglou. Be careful, don't go near Sifanglou to pick up clients lately. I just ran into two of them. They kept talking about business deals worth thousands or trillions of dollars. Damn, when mentally ill people go crazy, they can kill you. One of the Japanese guys even had a fruit knife. If I hadn't been quick-witted and jumped out of the car to escape, he would have slit my throat. Brothers, be careful, don't go near Sifanglou to pick up clients!"
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