Chen Yilong, battered and near death on the ground, was in a truly pathetic state. Yet, overhearing the conversation between Zhang Fan and Wang Ming, he nearly fainted from rage.
He, Chen Yilong, was the second young master of the Chen family. Although he spent his days indulging in debauchery with female celebrities, his position within the family was not particularly high, far from that of his elder brother.
However, with his status and background, he still managed to thrive in the entertainment industry. How many famous directors in the performing arts world dared to disrespect him, Chen Yilong?
Wherever he went, Chen Yilong was the focus of crowds and media attention. But at this moment, he lay beaten on the ground, unable to stand, and not a single person came to help him.
Wang Ming and Chen Yilong had always been at odds, so he naturally wouldn't offer assistance. As for Han Xueqi and Xu Youran, they didn't even glance at him, delivering a severe blow to his pride.
Sister Ling, Han Xueqi's manager, had considered playing the good samaritan and helping him up. But with a cold glance from Zhang Fan, Sister Ling trembled and froze in place, too terrified to make a move. She was all too aware of how formidable this young man was.
Thus, Chen Yilong lay on the ground for a long time. His dazed mind finally cleared somewhat, and he laboriously fumbled in his pocket for his phone, intending to call an ambulance.
"Is this... Young Master Chen?"
A middle-aged man, somewhat thin, walked over. Seeing Chen Yilong lying on the ground, it took him a while to recognize him, and he called out with a hint of uncertainty.
He had been beaten so badly that Chen Yilong's once handsome and extraordinary face was swollen like a pig's head. The middle-aged man had identified him based on his attire and hairstyle.
"Director Wen, it's me!"
Chen Yilong looked up with difficulty at the approaching man, his voice weak.
"Quickly, help Young Master Chen up."
Hearing Chen Yilong's voice, the middle-aged man finally confirmed that the man lying on the ground, beaten into a pig's head, was indeed Chen Yilong, known in the entertainment circle for his handsome looks.
At the same time, he felt a tremor of fear. Who had dared to lay hands on Chen Yilong, possessing such audacity?
With a wave of his hand, two tall bodyguards behind him rushed forward and helped Chen Yilong up.
"Young Master Chen, who injured you like this?" the middle-aged man asked urgently.
"It was him!" Chen Yilong's eyes blazed with fury as he pointed at Zhang Fan, his finger trembling. Having grown up with a silver spoon, this was the first time he had been beaten, and in full view of everyone, to such a慘状.
It was easy to imagine the depth of his hatred for Zhang Fan. If he had the strength, he would have killed Zhang Fan on the spot.
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"Wen Ting is here, this is quite interesting," Wang Ming said leisurely, sitting at the dining table and looking at Zhang Fan opposite him with a hint of schadenfreude. He was eager to see how the young man would handle this.
The middle-aged man referred to as Director Wen by Chen Yilong was none other than the renowned director in the entertainment industry, Wen Ting.
It could be said that many of the current movie stars had been discovered and nurtured by him, including heavyweight figures of the Best Actor and Best Actress caliber. His influence and status in the entertainment world were even a notch above Han Xueqi's.
And the two men accompanying Wen Ting, while typically acting as assistants, were also Wen Ting's bodyguards. Wang Ming even recognized one of them as a national martial arts competition champion.
If Zhang Fan relied solely on brute force, he might find himself in a disadvantaged position.
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Wen Ting's gaze swept across the table. His eyes landed only on the young master of the Wang family, Wang Ming, and Han Xueqi. However, he lingered on them for only half a second before his gaze settled on the young man leisurely picking at his food.
"Did you beat Young Master Chen like this?" Wen Ting's expression was somewhat grim as he suppressed his anger and questioned Zhang Fan.
Wen Ting was indeed very angry. Besides his connection to the Chen family, there was another significant reason.
Chen Yilong had collaborated with him on many projects, and a movie that had recently finished filming and was awaiting release. At a time like this, with Chen Yilong so badly injured, how would he be able to appear and promote the film?
Furthermore, if this incident were to be leaked, it could have a substantial negative impact on the movie's box office revenue.
"Who do you think you are, daring to question me?" Zhang Fan leisurely put a piece of succulent perch into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing slowly, he turned around and glanced at Wen Ting with disdain.
"Haha, truly arrogant. Who do you think I am?" Zhang Fan's dismissive attitude made Wen Ting laugh in extreme anger.
"I, Wen Ting, have worked my way up for decades and have seen all kinds of people. But when it comes to arrogance and ignorance, you definitely rank in the top three."
"Director Wen, if you're worried about your reputation, I advise you not to interfere in this matter," Han Xueqi, who had been observing, finally spoke, her voice slow and measured.
"My reputation?" Wen Ting looked at Han Xueqi and said, "I heard you want to break into the entertainment industry?"
"With just those words from you, I can tell you unequivocally that you will never have the chance to enter the entertainment industry in your entire life!" Wen Ting's gaze was sharp and filled with a certain pride. "When I, Wen Ting, make a statement, I don't think many people in the entire entertainment industry dare to disregard my wishes."
"Xueqi was merely offering a kind suggestion. Since Director Wen does not heed it, then I can only be blamed for speaking out of turn," Han Xueqi replied with a smile, unfazed by his words.
Sister Ling, standing beside her, was filled with anxiety. With Wen Ting's experience and status in the entertainment industry, he certainly had the right to say such things.
Even some first-tier famous movie stars dared not offend Wen Ting, as he indeed possessed the power to blacklist people.
"I'll give you one chance," Wen Ting turned his gaze back to Zhang Fan and said, "Kneel before Young Master Chen and apologize to gain his forgiveness. Then this evening's matter can be resolved."
Before Wen Ting had finished speaking, Chen Yilong roared, "I want to break all four of his limbs and make him kneel before me to repent!"
Hearing Chen Yilong's words, Wen Ting frowned slightly. As public figures, their every word and action were naturally subject to much scrutiny.
Even in this high-class establishment, Qingyue Bay, frequented by influential people, many were now paying attention to their situation. Although they maintained their composure and did not crowd around, the occasional glances cast their way forced Wen Ting to be cautious.
If Zhang Fan were to kneel and apologize voluntarily, he could still bear the consequences if the incident were leaked.
However, if someone were to have his limbs broken, and this were to be exposed, even if he were not subject to legal punishment, he would likely face immense public pressure.
"Do as I say, and I will bear all the consequences!" Seeing Wen Ting hesitate, Chen Yilong's rage intensified. He glared at Wen Ting, as if the suppressed anger within him was about to erupt at any moment.
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