Chapter 1685: Conflict

Before Wu Sijie appeared here, Li Licheng had already told those around him about his situation.

Actually, it was nothing special—he came from an ordinary family, his parents sold everything to send him abroad to study, he spent a few years in France, and apparently in the last two years he got an opportunity to work as an assistant at a company in the capital.

The reason for this misunderstanding was that Wu Sijie had always been low-key and didn't keep in close touch with his classmates.

Most importantly, his boss, Zhao Fusheng, was also very low-key, so few people knew that the person he served was the chairman of Future Group.

As soon as he spoke, Li Licheng and his friends all had strange expressions.

After all, he was an old classmate. Although Li Licheng thought Wu Sijie was bragging, he still laughed and smoothed things over, saying, "Okay, if I get the chance, I'll definitely look you up."

He could tell that the other was speaking in his favor.

Since he, the boss's son, had said so, those around him naturally wouldn't be nosy. Everyone raised their glasses again, and the atmosphere became lively.

Lan Kwai Fong was a place where men and women seeking pleasure gathered. As the bar's atmosphere grew more heated, some of Li Licheng's colleagues went out to have fun.

But Wu Sijie didn't move; he just sat there quietly drinking, occasionally exchanging a few words with Li Licheng.

The longer he followed Zhao Fusheng, the more he felt he had become somewhat mature.

He liked less and less the things that young people enjoyed; given the time, he would rather stay in his room drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the entrance.

Then, several people walked in, causing an uproar in the bar.

"Wow! It's Eason!"

"And Andy Lau!"

"How did they end up together?"

"Oh my god, and that guy..."

A group of people started talking; obviously, the newcomers were several Hong Kong celebrities.

This was normal. Lan Kwai Fong was one of the most bustling bar districts in Hong Kong. Hong Kong celebrities were also human; they needed to gather and eat, and it was natural to find a place to have fun after a meal.

Today, Wu Sijie was lucky—it seemed that some film crew had chosen this bar for their party.

"Old Wu, you're in luck!"

Li Licheng put his arm around Wu Sijie and said, "I didn't expect it to be the 'Brothers' crew's party. Tsk, Sister Jialing is here too."

He was, of course, referring to Hong Kong celebrities.

Wu Sijie wasn't particularly impressed. Having followed Zhao Fusheng for so long, celebrities were no longer big shots in his eyes.

Having been to Hollywood, he knew that even someone like Scarlett Johansson had to beg his boss for favors in the dead of night. These Hong Kong celebrities were nothing special.

He chuckled casually, "Aren't these people afraid of causing trouble with the triads by being so flashy?"

"Triads?"

Li Licheng laughed. "Nowadays, who in the triads would still dare to be so arrogant? After 1997, only fools would choose to join the triads."

Wu Sijie was taken aback and nodded. "That's true."

He was startled because he had heard Zhao Fusheng say that the triads in Hong Kong were indeed having a hard time now. Even the Xiang family had started to clean up their act, let alone other gangs.

Brother Ma was tough, right?

In the movies, he was majestic, like a reincarnated god of war.

But what happened?

Wasn't he still beaten, with his head broken, legs broken, ribs broken, and his trench coat full of holes?

If that's how it is in movies, let alone in real life...

So, truly smart people naturally wouldn't choose the triads.

They all rely on their wits to make a living.

"How about it? Want to go get an autograph?" Li Licheng said to Wu Sijie with a smile.

"No thanks."

Wu Sijie shook his head. They were just a bunch of entertainers; asking for autographs would make him a laughingstock.

Standing at a different level, one sees people and things from a different perspective. A few years ago, Wu Sijie's view of these celebrities would have been different, but now he was no longer the ignorant person he used to be, so he naturally wouldn't regard celebrities as lofty and superior.

As his boss had said, no matter how big a star, they are still a commodity that needs to create value. If they can't create value, then that star has no reason to continue existing.

"You're really boring..."

Li Licheng glared at Wu Sijie but didn't say anything more. He went over on his own, apparently planning to get an autograph or something.

Wu Sijie didn't argue; he just sat there quietly drinking.

"Mr. Wu, what industry does the company you work for on the mainland engage in?"

Someone next to him asked.

"Investments and advertising." Wu Sijie replied indifferently.

"Oh, I see."

The other person sensed that he wasn't interested in talking and didn't ask further.

That's how social interaction works: if you appear distant, unless someone is very outgoing, no one will take the initiative to talk to you.

In the eyes of Li Licheng's friends, Wu Sijie was putting on airs too much.

No matter where or when, a person who puts on airs too much never wins people's favor.

Wu Sijie didn't mind. How others see you has nothing to do with you. How you live your life has nothing to do with others.

That's how the world is: being too warm to others is mistaken for flattery, trusting too much leaves you defenseless. Only now does he realize these are shortcomings. We all live outside others' castles, thinking we live in their hearts.

During his years studying abroad, Wu Sijie had seen seemingly gentle and elegant girls sneaking out to meet lovers in the dead of night, and loud-mouthed, foul-mouthed girls steadfastly guarding their love. He had seen learned and handsome guys changing girlfriends every three days, and ordinary guys faithfully serving as backups for ten years until reality defeated them.

He had been a playboy, and he didn't deny having been a scumbag.

Now, by Zhao Fusheng's side, Wu Sijie knew very well what he needed and what he could gain in the future.

That was something the people soaking in the bar around him couldn't understand.

Just as he was slightly lost in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out not far away, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground.

"Bang!"

"What's going on? What happened?"

"It seems a fight broke out over there."

"No way, it seems to be Andy and his group."

"Who? Who are they fighting with?"

"It seems someone got hurt..."

A hubbub arose as everyone started discussing. Then, exclamations came from nearby, and people rushed over.

"It seems to be Mr. Li and his group!"

Someone shouted.

Wu Sijie was startled and quickly walked over.

Regardless, since Li Licheng was in trouble, he had to go check.

When he got close, Wu Sijie was stunned.

The table was overturned, drinks and fruit plates scattered all over the floor. Li Licheng stood there angrily, and not far away, a man was holding his head. Obviously, he had been hit, and the attacker was most likely Li Licheng.

"What's going on?"

Wu Sijie quickly approached Li Licheng and asked.

"That bastard drugged this girl!"

Li Licheng pointed at the man standing behind Eason and shouted, "When I caught him, he tried to frame me!"

"Bastard!"

The man retorted, pointing at Li Licheng, "You dare hit me? Just wait, I'll show you!"

"Ha, I'll sue you too!"

Li Licheng shielded the girl behind him and yelled at the man, "You dare drug someone? You deserve to be beaten!"

The two sides argued fiercely, neither giving in.

Wu Sijie frowned, glanced at the celebrities over there, then at Li Licheng, and asked quietly, "Do you have evidence?"

When each side insists on their own version, evidence is the most important thing.

Li Licheng hesitated. "He was about to pour something into the glass, but I stopped him and hit him with a bottle..."

Wu Sijie was speechless. Dude, are you kidding me? You acted without leaving evidence. Now, if the other party denies it and bites back, Li Licheng couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Li Licheng knew he was in the wrong and said to Wu Sijie, "Old Wu, don't get involved. I'll handle this."

As the son of a prominent lawyer, no matter what, even if it went to the police station, he wouldn't be afraid of these entertainers.

"Forget it, let me handle it."

Wu Sijie sighed. He owed Li Licheng many favors back when they were studying abroad; the other had helped him many times.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Wu Sijie meant. Several of Li Licheng's companions found it a bit strange.

Wu Sijie stepped forward to Eason and looked at him. "Your assistant?"

"Why? What's up?"

The singer with the English name Eason smiled at Wu Sijie, clearly not taking this mainlander seriously. After all, he was a well-known Hong Kong singer with some influence in the mainland, so settling this matter shouldn't be a problem.

"Have him come over and apologize, and we'll let it go." Wu Sijie didn't want to waste words, pointing at the guy.

"What?"

Eason and the others were dumbfounded. Only Andy Lau, who had been standing there silently, looked at Wu Sijie thoughtfully.

"Fuck! Are you out of your mind? You want me to apologize? I..." The assistant was about to speak when Andy Lau suddenly walked over.

"Shut up!"

Andy Lau barked at the assistant without hesitation.

The man was taken aback. After all, the Heavenly King still had a high status in Hong Kong's entertainment circle, so he swallowed his words.

"This gentleman looks very familiar."

Andy Lau stood in front of Wu Sijie and said with a smile.

Wu Sijie nodded helplessly and sighed. "Mr. Lau, my boss Chairman Zhao sends his regards."

At that moment, Wu Sijie suddenly felt that his boss was truly awesome.