Come, Brother Will Inspect Your Work

The film crew breathed a collective sigh of relief as Wang Xuan led his men away. They had been absolutely terrified moments ago.

First, the boss of Hung Hing had barged in. Though he hadn't laid a hand on anyone, his words were full of menace.

Just as they were panicking, Wang Xuan arrived with his men. Without a word, he took down seven or eight people, leaving the classroom splattered with blood, like a slaughterhouse, reeking of gore. This made them feel their boss was even scarier than that arrogant Hung Hing boss from earlier.

Yet, beneath the fear, there was a sense of security, and the relieved crew felt a suppressed excitement, wanting to cheer but not daring to. Their exchanged glances conveyed a thrill.

The male leads, chosen from the extras, trembled with excitement, feeling incredibly honored. Liang Kun of Hung Hing, a notorious boss in the underworld, had been subdued by their own boss without a single harsh word in return.

This experience alone was enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

Even though they were still naked, their backs were straight, and they longed to dance with joy.

"Speaking of Liang Kun, that guy doesn't seem to have come out. Could the boss have killed him in there?"

Someone uttered this, and the atmosphere instantly turned cold.

"No... no way!"

Not everyone had seen a dead body, even if they were thugs.

Just as they were debating who should go check, a pale Liang Kun emerged from inside, his steps unsteady. He shot a vicious glance at everyone present, scaring them into silence.

His eyes lingered on the naked male leads for a moment, causing them to immediately bow, cover themselves, and lower their heads, their earlier swagger gone.

Even a dying tiger retains its might. To the film crew, even though Liang Kun had been humiliated, he was still someone they couldn't look down upon.

Too lazy to bother with these underlings, Liang Kun glared fiercely and turned to leave.

Only when his footsteps faded did the entire film crew exhale heavily. Qian Wenqi was the first to react. He clapped his hands loudly to get everyone's attention and immediately said, "Stop standing around like idiots. Hurry up and clean up the bloodstains on the floor and get back to work. If you delay the filming schedule and the boss gets angry, you'll all be dead!"

Everyone snapped back to reality and quickly started cleaning. Even the naked male leads put on their pants and joined in.

After dealing with Liang Kun, Wang Xuan holed up at home for two days, wary of Liang Kun making a desperate move. He even assigned ten men to follow Shen Leman whenever she went out, making her look like a formidable gang boss.

Shen Leman initially disagreed, but Wang Xuan convinced her by citing plots from TV shows. He didn't want to be in a situation where he had to go alone into a dangerous place to rescue his girlfriend like in the movies.

He wasn't Jackie Chan or Rambo.

The garment factory had been officially operational for some time. One morning, as they were eating breakfast, Wang Xuan casually asked, "How are the clothes the factory is producing?"

"They're great. You can go see for yourself if you don't trust me."

"Never mind, I won't go. It's too unstable lately; it's easy to get ambushed when I go out. Bring me some samples tonight." Wang Xuan kept his gaze on his breakfast, his face unreadable.

"Okay, I'll bring some samples back tonight." Shen Leman readily agreed, not suspecting anything.

It wasn't until she arrived at the factory that she realized the nightclub consumed a lot of their manufactured clothes daily. How could Wang Xuan not have seen them?

Hmph!

There must be something fishy going on!

However, she still brought back various samples that evening.

"If you just hold them in your hands, how will I know if they look good when worn?" Wang Xuan said, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Shen Leman holding up a piece of clothing.

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Shen Leman said, glancing sideways at Wang Xuan, who was lounging on the sofa, with an expression that said, 'I know what you're up to.'

"How could that be? I'm a gentleman who remains unmoved!"

"I think you're worse than a beast!"

Shen Leman mocked Wang Xuan to express her displeasure, but her body was honest as she began changing into the clothes.

*Roar!*

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Damn it! After all this time, I've designed so many uniforms and never got to enjoy them. Today, I'm finally getting my fill!

Wang Xuan suddenly realized he was a restless person, something he'd never noticed before. Comparing his current self to his past, he saw no difference, except, of course, for the money.

Once people have money, they suddenly become more playful!

Regardless of gender!

More than two months after transmigrating, Wang Xuan admitted that Cantonese cuisine was delicious, and Teochew food was also good, but these were only novelties for a while. The flavors were too bland, and after two months, his mouth felt numb, and nothing satisfied his cravings.

Eating these things daily was a real hardship for him, a Northeastern man from the White Mountains and Black Waters.

Now, the one thing he wanted to do most was...

Grill skewers!

It was the obsession that lingered in his mind even as he was hit by the car.