October 1st.
National Day.
It rained heavily in the Shanghai Stock Market.
Tang Qing had no choice but to head to Sanya.
At least there he could still see the sun.
Qin Shiqi had been fussing to co along to play, but was suppressed by her aunt, and could only grievously go to Tang Qing to complain. The night before, she had spent an hour on the phone with Tang Qing, accusing her own mother of being "overbearing".
She guessed her aunt wouldn’t have peace and quiet for her ears for a few days.
Walking out of the airport.
The bodyguard imdiately opened an umbrella, due to the intense heat.
Arriving at the parking lot.
Getting on the car.
But they didn’t leave right away, because they were still waiting for a few people. Inside the nanny car, the two of them enjoyed the air conditioning and drank beverages. Tang Qing took occasional advantages, and if it weren’t for the need to cross the sea, he would have wanted to bring his RV over.
A quarter of an hour later.
The people arrived.
"Tang Qing, Jiaxue, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Boss Tang."
"Hello, Director."
Three stunning figures approached the car and greeted them, followed by two dark shadows.
"Fine, we haven’t been waiting long, we’ve just landed ourselves. Co on in, you two go sit in the back car," Tang Qing said with a smile, directing the two bodyguards who followed Wang Yan and the others to the rear car.
Both bodyguards were won and fighters.
"Yes."
The three won got on the car.
Wang Yan, Wei Yiyi, and Hu Li.
Last week.
The last public welfare concert had ended.
Wang Yan returned to Shanghai for classes and would often go to the company to participate in so music-related projects. During a TV series dubbing session, she t Hu Li; as artists of the sa company, they quickly beca acquaintances.
National Day holiday.
Wang Yan had nothing special, and Hu Li had just finished a project, so they agreed to visit Tang Qing. There happened to be an event in Sanya on the fourth that they were attending, and Hu Li hadn’t seen Tang Qing for half a year.
She glanced carefully at Tang Qing.
Still so handso.
This was not about affection; she only had respect for Tang Qing. He was the one who resolved her usury issues and gave her a chance to skyrocket—signing with Cot Group.
Two movies, both with box office exceeding ten billion RMB.
Made her na known in every Huaxia household.
Such great resources.
Many were green with envy.
By all rights, people in the entertainnt circle, especially female celebrities, would usually have so gossip linked to them, yet Hu Li had none because Tang Qing had given a directive to the company from the beginning—not to rely on scandal-mongering to boost the fa of the company’s artists.
This rule.
Had been thoroughly enforced by the company’s senior managent. Tang Qing’s word was law, and no one dared say otherwise.
Moreover, the company had enough resources to have her take the path of a talented actress, not reliant on dazzling looks, not on scandals, not on selling her body, and definitely without the need to humor with drinks and smiles.
Tang Qing’s broad umbrella was protecting the clean professional dreams of the company’s artists.
Watching Hu Li’s constrained deanor, Tang Qing smiled, "Hu Li, don’t be nervous, I’m not a tiger."
"Yes, Director," Hu Li quickly replied.
But it’s not so easy to relax in front of the big BOSS.
"Li Jie, that’s right, Boss Tang is very easy to talk to. His personality is simply perfect; he knows everything. He’s my idol. I have never seen Tang Qing angry. That is quite strange.
Boss Tang, what do you look like when you’re angry?"
Wei Yiyi curiously looked at Tang Qing.
", angry? Let think."
Tang Qing genuinely pondered. Since his rebirth, he couldn’t recall anything that had made him extrely angry, and if there was, it was mostly about the situation, never sothing he showed in front of others.
What does it look like to be angry?
Slam the table?
No, that doesn’t ring a bell.
"Pfft..." Seeing Tang Qing’s earnest expression as he tried to recall, Wang Yan couldn’t help but burst out laughing first.
The other girls also laughed heartily.
Rolling his eyes, Tang Qing thought, alright, as long as everyone is happy.
Seeing this expression,
Hu Li realized that Tang Qing was not only a director deciding the livelihoods of tens of thousands of employees but also a university student. Gradually, her awe remained, but she felt much closer to him.
Tang Qing smiled and said, "Getting angry is not good; it ans encountering sothing unpleasant. I hope I’ll never have to."
"How philosophical," Wei Yiyi hurriedly chid in.
But,
life is just so bizarre.
No sooner had he made that statent
than an accident occurred.
A small passenger car suddenly lost control in front of him and crashed head-on into the rcedes-Benz SUV that was leading the way in Tang Qing’s convoy. However, these vehicles had been modified, each weighing several tons, feeling almost like they had the montum of a truck.
"Bang."
After a loud collision,
the car continued a few dozen ters forward, finally crashing into a tree by the side of the road.
Tang Qing’s convoy ca to a halt.
"What happened?"
Wang Yan asked anxiously. The partition separated the front from the back of the nanny van, which typically remained closed, so they hadn’t seen the incident but had felt the car decelerate rapidly, though not as sharply as if it had braked hard.
"It’s nothing, probably so drunk driver. Just stay seated; soone will handle it," Tang Qing calmly leaned back in his seat, looking out the window, assuming it was just an accident.
It was unlikely to be a robbery here.
More and more cars stopped behind as the crashed vehicle was blocking part of the road.
Upfront,
a fighter stepped out.
He approached the front of the car.
Looking through the shattered front window, he saw the scene inside.
Two n were groaning in a daze.
In the back seat,
the fighter saw three people; two n were holding down a young person, whose mouth was sealed with duct tape and who had a look of desperate pleading in his eyes.
-- A kidnapping.
The alarm was lowered.
The vehicles already had their hidden compartnts opened, and the dozen or so fighters who had taken out their guns now placed them back.
"Don’t move, stand right there."
In the back of the car, a man with a sharp chin and monkey cheeks brandished a sharp knife at the fighter, yelling.
After that,
he got out of the car.
"Don’t move, or I’ll kill you."
However,
the fighter didn’t even blink, just calmly watched the man. Cold weapons posed almost no threat in the eyes of a fighter, fortunately, it was a cold weapon, or the man would have been dead by now.
The two n at the front of the car regained consciousness, grabbed their weapons, and got out—one with a waterlon knife and the other with a steel pipe.
But as soon as they stepped out,
they were stunned.
They saw a line of cars in the distance, many people getting out and watching them, cursing their bad luck. They’d been struggling with the young person who managed to loosen their bindings and wrestle the steering wheel, which caused the crash.
"Big brother, what do we do now?" the sharp-faced man panicked under so many onlookers’ gaze.
"We can’t drive this car; we’ll need to hijack another, before the police arrive," the "big brother," a middle-aged man, decided after inspecting their crashed car’s ruined engine.
"So many cars, which one do we take?" The man looked at the distant lineup, noting that many vehicles were now turning around.
"Wait, this guy, his car must be the one up front that we bumped into... Huh, why isn’t there any dent? Did the car we hit escape?"
The big brother stared at the nearby car, stunned, regardless of the incoherence in his statent.
"No, big brother, look, there’s paint, from our car, it definitely got hit... Luxury cars are just better quality, such a heavy crash, and only a bit of paint scraped off," the man marveled.
"Just so paint scraped off? Are you kidding ?" The middle-aged man glanced again at the nanny van behind them and the last rcedes-Benz SUV, his mind swiftly making connections—convoy, bodyguards.
Perhaps soone very important was inside.
A thought shot through the middle-aged man’s mind, and the person he previously thought was just a working-class guy appeared to him... very confusing.
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