Chapter 1170: Rich Trouble and the Rich (Part 1)

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The light was bright, and in the room a hook-nosed man who was in shock and was wet all over was sitting on the sofa, tremblingly knocking the cigarette from the cigarette case.

Wipe~wipe~wipe~

I tried the pulley lighter several times, but it couldn't light up, and my face was full of panic.

bite!

"Thank you... thank you..." He leaned forward tremblingly and lit the wet cigarette on his lips. An umbrella was leaning on the armrest of the sofa next to him. The rainwater was dripping down, and there was a water stain underneath.

Awen closed the lighter, flicked the ashes of the cigarette in his hand, held the cigarette between his two fingers, took a puff, slowly exhaled the smoke, drooped his eyelids, and squinted at the man with wet hair in front of him.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..." The strange man bent over and coughed wildly, wiping his face.

Ruan Yongwen pursed his lips at the man next to him, who opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to the man who was coughing violently. The latter took the water and drank it, and the water flowed down his chin.

The room was very quiet.

Ruan Yongwen calmly took out a few tissues and handed them to the other party.

"Ahn Sung Kee." The man pronounced his name in proficient English, and at the same time subconsciously smiled. With this smile, his two high cheekbones immediately stood out.

Ruan Yongwen stared at his thin face with legal wrinkles for a few seconds, then nodded silently.

"You just said that you came to Hong Kong from Korea to attend the Hong Kong Academy for Performing Arts Forum?"

"Yes, I was invited...I came with several colleagues from Zhongwu Road, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing on Hong Kong Island." An Shengji sat up straight and bowed slightly, quite solemnly.

, "I also hope to meet Mr. Wu."

The room was dull, and only the slight sound of burning tobacco could be heard.

When the sparks burned to the butt of the cigarette, Ruan Yongwen snuffed it out with his hands, crushed the sparks with his thumb, threw them into the ashtray, and raised his head——

An Shengji could see the thick calluses on the other person's hands, and followed the other person's gaze to look at the clock hanging next to him.

More than half an hour had passed since he was stopped in front of the door. The other party's attitude was good and he seemed very considerate, but when it came to meeting Mr. Wu, he immediately stopped talking.

"I really have something important to ask to see Mr. Wu. My friends are now being held in the hands of those people. Can you please be accommodating?" An Shengji couldn't help but urge again.

"Mark, have you found the group of people he mentioned?" Ruan Yongwen turned to look at the muscular mixed-race bodyguard next to him.

"I've already called someone to check." The mixed-race bodyguard named Mark spoke fluent Cantonese.

"Mr. An, wait a moment, I'll go up and ask you something."

"Thank you." An Shengji quickly stood up and bowed.

…

Bo~

There was a dull, slightly compressed air bubble sound coming from the office room after the plug was pulled out.

The desk was a little messy, a few crumpled paper balls fell into the paper basket, and the desk lamp fell on the floor. Perhaps it was because of poor wiring contact that the light bulb flickered off and on.

Begonia is soaked with rouge in the rain. At this time, silence is better than penetration.

Watching Li juice help him zip up and fasten the buttons on his own initiative, Wu Xiaozu picked up the ginseng tea on the coffee table.

"The tea has cooled down. Let me warm it up." Li juice smoothed out her white hip skirt, took out new stockings from her bag and put them on.

"Forget it, it's not that delicate."

Wu Xiaozu took a sip of tea, turned around and walked out.

There were two bodyguards standing in the corridor. Awen stood straight and silently waiting a few steps away.

"What's going on?"

"He said his name was Ahn Sung-ki, and he was invited to participate in the Hong Kong Arts Film Exchange. Yesterday, a few of them went out to drink, and then they met some public relations girls. After drinking too much, they followed...

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered the house, they encountered Xian Rentiao. Not only did they beat them, but they also tied them up and asked them to come out to ask for money." Awen answered truthfully.

"How did he find me?"

"The other party threw him out of the car here and told the boss that you were in the company." Awen said.

Wu Xiaozu suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Ruan Yongwen, who said, "After we came back, there were indeed many people staring at us, including paparazzi, entertainment reporters, and others."

"Am I so popular?"

Wu Xiaozu couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile: "I just came back from the United States, and someone came to my door immediately. It seems that this thing is coming for me? When people have money and status, in addition to being prone to affluence disease, there are also

Always causing trouble with wealth.

Please ask him to come up. Oh, by the way, have you found out who did it?"

"Checked."

Awen's hands naturally dropped and he replied: "Daquan Gang."

"Oh, then ask someone to take care of it."

Wu Xiaozu casually gave instructions, pushed the door open and walked into an office, "Let me make two cups of coffee and bring them in."

…

"Mr. Wu——"

As soon as he entered the door and saw Wu Xiaozu, An Shengji hurriedly stretched out his hands and walked three steps at a time.

"Mr. An Shengji, please don't be offended if you miss him from afar." Wu Xiaozu stood up with a smile and reached out to greet him.

This person's position in Chungmuro ​​is really important, and he is basically a real "living fossil" in the Korean film industry.

In the 1950s, he was born as a child star. After a brief period in the 1960s, he re-entered the scene in the 1970s when Goryeo movies were at their lowest point and became a mainstay. During the shock period of Goryeo movies in the 1980s, he still insisted on supporting newcomers, even Choi Min-sik and others.

's descendants.

Wu Xiaozu should be given the greatest respect.

Um.

His films have a very high market share in Korea, and all the films produced and distributed by 1024 have good box office there. This kind of silent expansion is inseparable from these great Korean filmmakers and workers.

Even now, Korea is an important selection place for Stellar Entertainment's "star selection". Now dozens of beautiful Korean girls have been selected into the next stage of Stellar Entertainment's trainee program.

"Mr. Wu, you are the one whom I have truly admired for a long time..."

Ahn Sung-ki held Wu Xiaozu's hand and looked very excited, "Your new film "Seven Sins" is very popular in Korea, and I am also your loyal fan. Thank you for your help to Korea Film, and I am invited to participate in the Hong Kong Arts Festival this time."

I also benefited a lot from the film exchange."

"That's right. I just heard Jiang Digui, Guo Zaiyong, Park Chanwook and Cui Minzhi mention you. Sit down -" Wu Xiaozu sat down with his arms together, turned to Awen and said: "Bring a set of clean clothes over here."

"Okay boss."

"I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep just now. Maybe Awen and the others didn't wake me up because they didn't want to disturb me." Wu Xiaozu said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, I was really abrupt." Ahn Sung-ki was quite embarrassed.

"Awen just told me about your matter. Wait a moment, I'll have someone contact you." Wu Xiaozu smiled slightly, "I believe there will be a result soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Awen walked in.

Wu Xiaozu motioned to the other party to speak directly.

"The people who detained the people were members of the Daquan Gang, who placed them in the former squatter house at Tiu Keng Ling, Tseung Kwan O, New Territories."

"Yeah." Wu Xiaozu drank his coffee and nodded slightly.

"but……"

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Wu Xiaozu turned sideways and politely let An Shengji drink coffee.

"The big gangsters said that these Koreans lost millions in gambling, and if they want to pick them up, they need to make up the money."

"This..." An Shengji, who was holding the coffee cup, was stunned when he heard this, and quickly explained: "Wu Sang, this is not the case... my friends did not gamble..."

"I believe what Mr. An says."

Wu Xiaozu comforted him with a smile, raised his wrist, looked at his watch, raised his eyes and looked at Awen with a bright smile, "It's 2 o'clock in the morning, can I have morning tea with these Korean friends?"

"I'll do it." Ruan Yongwen nodded.

"Brother Wen, I didn't even eat supper at night. I want to have morning tea earlier." Wu Xiaozu smiled and joked at Awen who opened the door and walked out.

"Your favorite morning tea across the street opens at half past five." Awen's voice came.

"Mr. An, I'll treat you to authentic Hong Kong morning tea at half past five." Wu Xiaozu turned to An Shengji and smiled.
Chapter completed!