Chapter 1966: Paying Someone Back in Their Own Coin

"Pull them apart!"

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said to the bodyguards rushing over behind him.

For him, fighting in this place was too degrading.

Even if it was because Liu Yan was being bullied, Liu Yiming's actions were understandable.

But in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, it was still beneath his dignity.

"Yes."

The bodyguards rushed up and separated Liu Yiming and Zhang Mo.

Liu Yiming, tall and sturdy, was naturally stronger than Zhang Mo, who had been drained by wine and women. In less than a minute, he had beaten Zhang Mo black and blue.

"You, who are you?"

The director was dumbfounded. What was going on?

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Liu Yan, who was being supported. Fortunately, she had only been plied with alcohol; there were no other issues.

Raising his head, Zhao Fusheng said slowly, "Who is Liu Yan's agent?"

"Here."

At that moment, the agent's voice came through. She had also been forced to drink a lot.

"What's wrong with you? How can you be an agent like this?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and said casually.

"I, I..."

The agent wanted to speak but couldn't go on, because Zhao Fusheng's eyes were coldly fixed on her.

"It's not Sister Zhang's fault. She wanted to drink for me, but he wouldn't let her."

Liu Yan was still somewhat sober at this point and pointed at Zhang Mo.

"Heh."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and scolded Liu Yiming, "Do you have any brains? What is your status? Fighting with him—if word gets out, do I have any face left?"

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned.

Was that human speech?

What did he mean by 'do I have any face left'?

Was this guy out of his mind?

"You, who the hell are you? I'm calling the police!" A crew member who always followed Zhang Mo around was terrified and pointed at Zhao Fusheng.

"Call the police?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand, "Go ahead, call the police. I can't wait for them to get here."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Mo had now come to his senses. He looked at the bodyguards in black suits, then at Liu Yiming, who was supporting his sister and glaring at him with hatred.

"Heh, interesting. Bro, where are you from? What, you want to meddle?" Clearly, Zhang Mo didn't recognize Zhao Fusheng.

He knew very well that the other party's tone indicated he was also in the industry, and this matter really couldn't be reported to the police, because if it got out, it would be a scandal for both him and his father.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. He waved his hand and said, "I'll give you a chance. Call your people now, whether it's your dad or Wang Zhonglei, call them all. I'll wait here."

From the moment he entered, he had recognized Zhang Mo's face.

That was why Zhao Fusheng hadn't given Liu Yiming any face.

That was the truth.

Just a Zhang Mo. Even if he had Zhang Guoli or the Wang brothers behind him, so what?

His own secretary had to resort to fisticuffs—how embarrassing!

"You! Fine, you wait!"

Zhang Mo pointed at Zhao Fusheng, then quickly stepped back, pulled out his phone, and started making calls.

The crew members looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Everyone not involved, leave. Those who were at Liu Yan's table, stay."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly, "And anyone who drank with her, step forward on your own. Otherwise, when I find out later, don't blame me for being rude."

The people exchanged glances, unsure what to do. Those who hadn't been at their table got up and left.

Zhao Fusheng turned to Liu Yiming, "Help your sister sit over there and watch how I handle this."

Liu Yiming, red-eyed, finally nodded and helped his sister to the other side.

Finding a chair, Zhao Fusheng sat down, glanced at the group, and said flatly, "Come on, step forward and let me see."

Clearly, he was asking who had been drinking with Liu Yan at the table.

In the end, six people stepped out from the group.

"You few?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't even lift his eyelids and asked casually.

"Sorry, we..."

"We're really sorry, we didn't mean for this to happen."

"Yeah, yeah, it was just a few drinks."

"We always joke around like this."

Clearly, these people didn't realize what kind of person they had provoked.

"Heh, a few drinks, huh."

Zhao Fusheng sneered, "Since you like drinking, I'll grant your wish."

Then he said to the bodyguards, "Someone, go get two cases of baijiu."

Baijiu?

Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.

What was this guy up to?

Soon, two cases of baijiu were brought in.

"Come on, don't be shy. One bottle each. Down it first."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, pointing at those people.

What!

One bottle each!

"You!"

The director stared at Zhao Fusheng in shock, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered, "I'm a fair man. Since you wanted my sister to drink, then drink. Today, if you don't finish all this baijiu, none of you are leaving."

Then he looked at Zhang Mo, who had finished his call, "And you. You're quite something, huh? You like making people drink, don't you? We'll settle accounts after your old man gets here."

"Hmph!"

Zhang Mo wanted to say something, but seeing the bodyguards in black suits with clearly hostile expressions, he chose to shut up, only glaring at Zhao Fusheng with vicious eyes.

"To be honest, I really want to beat you up right now."

Zhao Fusheng coldly swept his gaze over Zhang Mo, his eyes like knives, sending a chill down everyone's spine, "But since your dad isn't here, beating you would be bullying the younger generation. If word gets out, I can't afford to lose face. So you wait. I'll be sure to teach you a lesson right in front of your father."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Mo and said slowly.

At that moment, Zhang Mo, who had always been fearless, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He could clearly sense that the other party truly didn't give a damn about his father, whom he had always relied on.

In fact, this guy looked like he was playing a game, like a cat toying with a mouse.

And he himself was just a puppet in his hands.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mo had the urge to call his father and tell him not to come!

But then he thought again—he had also called Wang Zhonglei. Little Wang had quite a reputation in the entertainment industry, and the Huayi Brothers name carried weight. Even if this guy had money, even if he was a big shot at some entertainment company, he wouldn't dare to go up against Wang Zhonglei.

Then he'd see how these people die!

"This guy is still thinking about revenge."

Zhao Fusheng took one look and knew what that bastard Zhang Mo was thinking. He smiled lightly and shook his head.

Too naive, too young.

Too young, too simple.

This idiot needed to be shown what the real world was like.

"Drink or not?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at the few people.

"Well..." The director who had spoken earlier hesitated.

Before he could finish, Zhao Fusheng lost patience and waved his hand, "Old Wang, pour it down his throat."

At his words, one of the bodyguards, without a word, walked up to the director. The man tried to resist but was slapped so hard he almost cried.

"Don't move!"

That bodyguard was hardly the gentle type. He pinned the director down, picked up a bottle of baijiu—someone had already unscrewed it—and directly poured it down the director's throat.

"Cough... Help!..."

The director cried for help, but no one around dared to move.

Simple: Zhao Fusheng's bodyguard team numbered nearly twenty, and they had the private room tightly controlled inside and out. No one could escape.

A full jin of baijiu was forcibly poured down.

"Oh, not bad tolerance."

Zhao Fusheng watched the director, who seemed only a bit red in the face, with no other reaction.

He waved at the bodyguard, "Keep going. Another bottle."

"Okay."

The bodyguard complied and repeated the process, pouring another bottle down the director's throat.

This time, the guy couldn't take it. When released, he collapsed limply to the floor.

"With such low tolerance, and you call yourself a director. How embarrassing."

Zhao Fusheng said irritably, then looked at the group, "Next. Do it yourself, or do I have someone feed you?"

"We'll do it ourselves."

"I'll do it myself."

The remaining few didn't dare to say another word. They quickly picked up the bottles and started drinking.

For people who had spent years in the entertainment industry, a bottle of baijiu was no big deal.

Zhao Fusheng was just doing this to humiliate them.

Zhang Mo, standing to the side, was now deathly pale.

He really hadn't expected this guy to dare do such a thing.

Who the hell was this person?

Looking down at his watch, Zhao Fusheng frowned and said to Liu Yan, "Xiao Yan, how are you feeling?"

"Brother Tan, I..."

Liu Yan was still a bit dizzy, but she was half-sober now.

She could tell that this 'Brother Tan' was probably someone important.

"Dong..."

Liu Yiming opened his mouth to speak, but Zhao Fusheng waved him off and interrupted, "Shut up! This isn't just your personal matter; it's about our company's face. Call Assistant Yang and tell her we'll be late."

Then Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Mo, "Can you hurry your dad up? If he doesn't come soon, I'll break your arms and legs. I'm in a hurry today, understand?"

Zhang Mo looked at Zhao Fusheng. When the guy said that, he sounded casual, but there was real murderous intent in his eyes.

"He's not joking. He'll really do it!"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Mo felt a chill all over, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

At that moment, he was left with only fear and despair!

Hurriedly dialing his father's number, Zhang Mo said tearfully, "Dad, Dad, hurry up! Hurry! He's going to break my arms and legs!"

Looking at this guy's pathetic state, Zhao Fusheng curled his lip. Having spawned such a piece of trash, Old Zhang must have a hard time of it.