Rebirth of Hong Kong's tycoons, shorting Eagle Sauce

The host Ju Ping asked Wang Lei with a smile:

"Mr. Wang, have you also studied in the wireless training class? It is said that Hong Kong stars can sing and dance, and it is true to their reputation."

"Sorry for making a fool of yourself, sorry for making a fool of yourself."

When Wang Lei said this, he stared at He Jie in the audience with a "gentle" look.

The other party was so scared that he wanted to run away.

As soon as the camera turned, Wang Lei immediately chased after him.

The audience in the audience knew that something big was going to happen, and there was almost a mess on the scene.

Seeing that it was not good, the director also chased after him.

The backstage was already in chaos. When the director entered the dressing room, he saw Wang Lei beating He Jie.

He punched Wang Jie in the face one punch after another.

"You TM still want to take revenge on me? If it were somewhere else, I would beat you so hard that your mother wouldn't recognize you!"

"Mr. Wang, please stop. If you hit me again, I'll call the security guard!"

Seeing the director stop it, a group of backstage actors seemed to have found their backbone and began to teach Wang Lei how to hit people randomly.

It seemed that they wanted to ask Wang Lei for an explanation.

He Jie also pretended to be innocent and was about to cry.

"Explanation? Director, I also want an explanation. We, the Wang family, were invited by the country, but you made things difficult for me and wanted to make me look bad in public!

If the program team doesn't give me an explanation today, I will definitely go to the relevant departments to complain to you!

People are all made of flesh and blood. I don't ask you to treat them equally, but at least be reasonable and realistic!"

The director realized that Wang Lei's identity was special. If he suffered any grievances, they would be condemned by the whole people, and the higher-ups would also hold him accountable as a director.

He quickly changed his face to a smiling one: "Mr. Wang, He Jie did something wrong. I hope you can forgive him for my sake!"

"Hmph, if I don't give you face, I will beat him in front of the camera. The people of the country who know the truth will not embarrass me, and will even applaud me. Do you admit this or not!"

The director gritted his teeth and nodded. If Wang Lei hadn't held back his temper and had another outburst away from the camera, it is estimated that the entire Spring Festival Gala would have had an unprecedented major accident. Wang Lei could have clapped his hands and left, but he would have to bear all the consequences.

On this point, he had to accept Wang Lei's favor.

"If I let it go today, where would I, the Third Young Master Wang, put my face? In the future, any dog ​​could rub against me?"

"Mr. Wang, what do you want?"

At this time, Liu Hu and others also rushed in.

"Cut off one of his arms for me, and teach him a lesson!"

"Wang Lei, you dare!"

"Why shouldn't I dare!"

Someone wanted to stop him, but was pushed away by Liu Hu and others.

A nagging sound rang out, and many dancers turned their heads away, not daring to watch this cruel scene.

The people who were watching the live broadcast seemed to hear a faint scream, and thought they were hallucinating.

"He Jie, this is just an appetizer. Next, I will use all my energy to ban you. If you can make a penny in the future, it will be my incompetence!"

After saying this, Wang Lei left angrily.

"Director, what should we do now?"

"Block the news, and say that He Jie had a performance accident backstage. If anyone dares to say anything, they will face our station's endless ban!"

Seeing that things had become like this, the director could only make the most favorable decision for everyone.

As for what the unconscious He Jie would think, the director didn't care at all, because he knew that from tonight, He Jie, who had offended Wang Lei, was finished, and no one could save him.

As soon as Wang Lei left, the three people at the round table lost interest, and after they left, the round table was replaced by four audience members in the back row.

It seemed that nothing happened, but it also seemed that something happened.

All that was left for the audience was endless imagination and Wang Lei's passionate singing.

"Liu Hu, tell the paparazzi in Hong Kong to dig up He Jie's past for me."

"I want newspapers from all over the country to report He Jie's scandal in a month."

Knowing that the boss was really angry, Liu Hu hurriedly trotted to make a phone call to make arrangements.

Bai Chaoqiong caught up and asked in confusion:

"Is that boy crazy?"

"Who knows what medicine he took wrong, he must die."

"I didn't know you could sing yet, can you write a song for me?"

It's strange, there is no Chen Baixiang in this world, and there is no resentment between the two, so naturally no one will write a song for Bai Chaoqiong.

Wang Lei glanced at Bai Chaoqiong and really thought of a song to give her.

"I can think about it when I have time, think about it."

"Humph, I want it now."

...

Wang Lei had He Jie injured, and nothing happened.

Before He JieAfter suing Wang Lei for wounding, all kinds of scandals about He Jie appeared in street stall magazines across the country.

Street stall literature became popular in the late 1980s.

Especially the street stalls at train stations, because of their large scale and various stories, they are enlightenment reading for many people.

The street stall magazines are full of details, three parts of truth mixed with seven parts of fiction, which makes many people believe them.

He Jie's real "fire" spread all over the country, and even Hong Kong and Macau began to circulate his romantic gossip.

As the protagonist of the gossip, He Jie wanted to sue these magazines, but was stopped by his agent.

"Brother Jie, don't you know whether these things really happened?"

"But what they wrote is too exaggerated. How can I be so perverted? They also said that I like to eavesdrop. Who saw it and who can confirm it?"

"Brother Jie, don't struggle fearlessly. These news are obviously the work of Hong Kong paparazzi. Only they can write such eye-catching reports."

He Jie's hand was sent to the doctor in time and was connected, but he was left with irreversible sequelae. He will find it difficult to hold the microphone in the future.

He was once surrounded by flowers and applause. He was a big singer admired by everyone.

Now, even the nurse who gave him an injection looked at him with disgust, fearing that her hands would be dirty.

Everything he had was taken away by Wang Lei. This hatred cannot be resolved with a word of "forget it".

"Wang Lei, you ruined me, and I will ruin you too!"

He Jie, who did not listen to the advice, had a vicious light in his eyes.

Wang Lei, who was hated by others, sneezed several times in a row.

Wang Zhengyi taught him a lesson:

"It's cold in Kyoto. I told you to put on more clothes but you didn't listen. Now you have a cold."

Faced with his father's questioning, Wang Lei vaguely said that he would put on more clothes later.

"By the way, the marketing manager of the juice factory, let me ask for your opinion. They want to print your head on the juice box and ask you to be the spokesperson for Wang's juice and put a juice public service advertisement in a prime time..."

"Don't do it. I'm not a star who relies on my face to make a living. I'm not ready to be a public figure. They want to find someone to endorse it. Guo Fucheng is a good candidate. Although he is not famous now, he will become popular soon."

When Wang Lei thought of Guo Fucheng's peak appearance, he was a little envious.

He was thinking about whether to use the juice advertisement to let him debut early.