The old man's face darkened, and he said indifferently, "Where did this thing come from to cause trouble?"
The old man's two guards were keeping a close eye on Yuan Li, ready to take him down the moment the old man gave the word!
Yuan Li and Fang Jiacheng had never met Old Li and the old man, these reclusive and extraordinary figures, and naturally, the two white-haired old men didn't take them seriously at all.
Yuan Li chuckled coldly, "President Yang, I came here today specifically to see the person you're trying to curry favor with. President Fang is my new boss, and I just wanted to let you know!"
Fang Jiacheng chuckled dryly and said, "Old Yang, I heard you've gotten close to a bureau chief. You came here just to flatter him, didn't you? You've gone to great lengths, I wonder if it was worth it?"
Volume 1, Chapter 322: Beating the Dog (from the first lotus buds)
Fang Jiacheng brought Yuan Li along to humiliate Yang Zhongjun, knowing that Yang Zhongjun wouldn't dare to openly offend him, since his uncle, Deputy Secretary Fang, was standing behind him.
This world is all about strength, survival of the fittest. Fang Jiacheng openly poaching Yuan Li from Yang Zhongjun was a display of his power.
Yang Zhongjun was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't lash out. However, he couldn't stand Yuan Li's attitude!
If it weren't for him, would Yuan Li be where he is today? After catching his breath, he finally couldn't help but say, "President Fang, Yuan Li is an artist under my management, and he's still under contract. Are you trying to go against the entire entertainment industry by doing this? Rules should always be followed, right?"
Fang Jiacheng laughed heartily, patted Yuan Li on the shoulder, and then said to Yang Zhongjun, "Old Yang, rules are made by people, and since they're made by people, naturally someone will change them, right? As for Yuan Li, that's hard to say. As the saying goes, water flows downhill, but people have to strive for higher goals. How can we stop someone's ideas? He's willing to come here. Hehe, you tell me, how much do you want? I don't think you'd want to take this trivial matter to court with me, would you?"
Yang Zhongjun trembled with anger and said angrily, "You...you've gone too far! Let me tell you, you surnamed Fang, don't push your luck!"
Fang Jiacheng stroked his chin and chuckled, "Is this considered excessive? Hehe, whatever you say, I think you understand!"
Looking at the performers that Zhan Yangzhong brought, he couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Yang, is it worth it for you to go all out like this today? What does this guy do? Antiques? Hehe. Isn't selling antiques just selling chamber pots? Alright, Lao Yang, let him give each of you a thousand-year-old chamber pot!"
Zhou Xuan frowned; this guy's mouth was too foul.
Even the old man and Old Li, who had eighty or ninety years of self-control, couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was just asking for a beating!
The old man said to Zhou Xuan, "Zhou Xuan, your temple may be small, but it's a newly opened shop. We can't tolerate this foul-mouthed fellow shouting and yelling here. Go up and slap him across the face!"
The old man's words were obviously giving Zhou Xuan a chance to vent his anger and establish his authority. He was the boss here, the master. Fang Jiacheng was disregarding the master's feelings and coming to make trouble, which was already going too far. The old man's presence was an instruction to him: just go and do what he was told!
Zhou Xuan nodded in response to the old man's whispered instructions, then turned to Yang Zhongjun and said, "Mr. Yang, you are my guest today. Cheer up and have fun!"
After saying that, he slapped Fang Jiacheng across the face with his backhand. The slap was crisp and loud, which stunned Fang Jiacheng and Yang Zhongjun's group!
After a while, Fang Jiacheng finally came to his senses, covering his reddened face and fuming. Before he could speak, his men and Yuan Li rushed forward, yelling, "Who do you think you are? How dare you hit President Fang? Do you even want to keep this shop open? Damn it, I'll beat you to death..."
Zhou Xuan slapped Yuan Li across the face again without any hesitation, delivering another hard slap to this guy who was furious and eager to show off in front of Fang Jiacheng!
One owner, one dog, and two guys slapping each other!
Fang Jiacheng suddenly erupted!
He originally intended to embarrass Yang Zhongjun and to discourage and entice the artists under his management. This move was obvious and very tempting. He came to show Yang Zhongjun's popular artists who had a future with them. However, he did not expect that this unknown antique shop owner would dare to hit him!
Even if you beat Yuan Li, it won't work: you have to consider the owner before beating a dog, but this guy beat the dog and even beat the owner. Does he know who he is?
But the people he brought weren't thugs, and there were few of them. They were bound to suffer losses against Zhou Xuan's side. He didn't expect anyone to dare to lay a hand on them. In a fit of rage, he pulled out his phone and started hitting people. How could he possibly vent his anger!
The old man angrily said, "Whose scoundrel is this? So arrogant!"
Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. I guess President Yang knows. President Yang, what's this guy's background?"
Yang Zhongjun was also stunned by the sudden situation. He knew that Zhou Xuan had gotten into trouble, and even Fu Yuanshan couldn't intervene. In any case, Zhou Xuan had been at a disadvantage since he had hit someone first!
Seeing Fang Jiacheng running outside to make a phone call to recruit people, Yang Zhongjun's face turned pale. He whispered to Zhou Xuan, "Brother Zhou, you've gotten yourself into trouble. Quickly call Director Fu and ask him to put in a good word for you. Try to make this a small matter, otherwise you'll be in real trouble. Fang Jiacheng, I heard his uncle is Deputy Secretary Fang!"
The old man frowned and asked, "Deputy Secretary Fang? Which Deputy Secretary Fang? What's his name?"
"Fang Qingshan, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee!" Yang Zhongjun said in a low voice. He only saw Zhou Xuan being very respectful to the two old men, the old man and the old man Li, so he guessed that Zhou Xuan was an elder in his family. Although he looked somewhat familiar, he still didn't recognize him. At this moment, he still advised Zhou Xuan to think of a solution as soon as possible, otherwise, when Fang Jiacheng sent people over later, his shop might not be able to open, and everyone present might also be in trouble!
The old man snorted, and Old Li was the first to lose his temper. He turned to the guard behind him and said, "Call Li Lei to handle this. As for Fang Qingshan, tell him to go to the army and demand the person back. The Fang family doesn't know how to educate people. Let my son teach them a lesson!"
The scene quickly spiraled out of control because Zhou Xuan started hitting people. The celebrities Yang Zhongjun brought all shrank to the side. The singers and hosts all stopped. Especially Yang Zhongjun's group, they all knew Fang Jiacheng. This was not someone who could be beaten by just anyone, let alone by an ordinary person like Zhou Xuan who had no powerful backing and little money!
Of course, their estimate was superficial. Even if Zhou Xuan's antique shop could last forever, his net worth would only be a few million. Even disregarding their respective backgrounds and connections, in terms of net worth alone, Zhou Xuan was far inferior to Fang Jiacheng. No matter how you looked at it or thought about it, the situation was one-sided.
Because the song stopped and he heard the noise outside, Wei Haihong quickly came out. When he saw that the old man and Old Li had come over, he was surprised and said, "Uncle Li, Dad, you two are here? It's too noisy. I'll have Li Wei come and take you to the hotel right away!"
"What are you sending? We haven't even sorted things out yet. If you leave now, Xiao Zhou's shop will probably get smashed!" the old man said irritably, then pointed to Fang Jiacheng and his group who were making a phone call outside the door.
Wei Haihong was taken aback and asked, "What happened?"
Yang Zhongjun was taken aback when he suddenly saw Wei Haihong. Then he realized, why didn't I think of that before? People like Wei Haihong and Li Wei were helping Zhou Xuan right here. How could I forget? With their connections, things might be easier. I just didn't know how far Zhou Xuan's relationship with them would go. But at this critical moment, I couldn't think too much about it. I quickly asked Wei Haihong to explain everything in a simple way.
Wei Haihong immediately understood, his eyebrows furrowing as he coldly said, "Fang Jiacheng, he's got some nerve, that bastard!"
Fang Jiacheng made a phone call and arrogantly walked in again. He kicked the shelf next to him, and the shelf shook, causing several jade pieces to fall down and shatter into pieces!
Wei Haihong didn't wait for him to show his power and act arrogantly again. He rushed forward and gave him a good beating. Fang Jiacheng's two men and Yuan Li didn't dare to step forward to help.
These people are good at talking, but when it comes to actually fighting, they don't have the guts. Besides, they see that Zhou Xuan's side has more people. Look at the two men behind the two old men, staring at them with stern faces and wide eyes. How could they dare to step forward and lend a hand?
Fang Jiacheng was beaten so badly he was dizzy and scrambling to the ground. He finally managed to loosen his grip and dodge Wei Haihong's beating. He took several steps back, covered his head and face, and cursed, "You surnamed Zhou, you don't want to keep this shop open anymore, do you? Fine, let me tell you, none of your people are leaving here today. I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
"Alright, Fang Jiacheng, I'll be waiting!" Wei Haihong said coldly. He was still a little out of breath from using too much force. He then ordered the shop assistants to bring two chairs for the two old men.
After the two old men sat down, he said, "Dad, Uncle Li, why don't you go to the hotel first? It's too noisy here!"
The old man waved his hand and said calmly, "No, I want to see what tricks this Fang Jiacheng will pull!"
Yang Zhongjun, who was standing to the side, was a little confused. He heard Wei Haihong call him "Dad" and it took him a while to understand. He opened his mouth but then forcibly held it back and covered his mouth with his hand!
Fang Jiacheng steadied himself and looked closely. The person who had just hit him was Wei Haihong. He paused for a moment before asking, "Third Brother, it's you! What are you doing here?"