The crew watched Wang Xuan lead his people away and collectively let out a long sigh of relief. They had really been scared to death just now.
First, a big shot from Hung Hing had suddenly barged in. Although he had not laid a hand on anyone, his words had been full of threats.
Just as they were at a loss for what to do, Wang Xuan had arrived with his people. Without saying a word, he had chopped down seven or eight men, leaving bloodstains all over the classroom. It looked as though livestock had been slaughtered there, and the air reeked of blood. This made them feel that their own boss was even more frightening than that arrogant Hung Hing big shot.
Yet that fear also carried a great deal of reassurance. Now that they were safe, everyone felt a suppressed excitement. They wanted to cheer but did not dare, and the exhilaration in their exchanged glances said it all.
The several male leads chosen from among the underlings were trembling with excitement. They felt incredibly proud of themselves. Liang Kun of Hung Hing, a notorious big shot in the underworld, had been subdued by their own boss without a word, and in the end, he had not even managed to utter a single threat.
That experience alone was enough for them to brag about for the rest of their lives.
Although they were still naked, every one of them stood ramrod straight, practically itching to dance around.
"Speaking of Liang Kun, that guy doesn't seem to have come out. Could the boss have killed him in there?"
Someone said this, and the atmosphere instantly turned cold.
"N-no way!"
Not everyone had seen a dead person before, even if they were gangsters.
Just as everyone was discussing who should go over and take a look, Liang Kun finally staggered out, his face pale. He swept a vicious glance over everyone present, frightening them into immediately shutting their mouths.
His eyes lingered on the several naked male leads for a moment. The men instantly bent over, covering their private parts and lowering their heads, all their earlier swagger gone.
Even a dead tiger retained its might. To the people from the crew, Liang Kun was someone they could only look up to, even though he had just been made to lose face.
Too lazy to bother with these small fry, Liang Kun shot them a vicious glare before turning and leaving.
Only after his footsteps had faded did everyone in the crew let out a heavy sigh of relief. Qian Wenqi was the first to recover. She clapped her hands hard, drawing everyone's attention, then immediately said, "Stop standing around like idiots. Hurry up and clean the blood off the floor and get back to work. If you delay the filming schedule and the boss loses his temper, you're all dead!"
Everyone immediately snapped back to reality and began cleaning at top speed. Even the naked male leads put on their trousers and joined in.
After chopping down Liang Kun, Wang Xuan hid at home for two days, guarding against Liang Kun's desperation. Even when Shen Leman went out, he arranged for ten people to follow her, making her look every bit like a mighty female gang boss.
At first, Shen Leman had refused, but Wang Xuan had given her a few examples from television dramas and easily convinced her. He did not want his girlfriend to be kidnapped one day, forcing him to charge alone into the tiger's den and put on a hero-rescues-beauty act.
He was neither Jackie Chan nor Rambo.
The clothing factory had already been operating for some time. One morning, as the two of them ate breakfast together, Wang Xuan asked as if he were merely making casual conversation, "How are the clothes produced at the factory?"
"They're pretty good. If you're worried, you can go take a look."
"Forget it, I won't go. Things have been unsettled lately, and it's easy to get ambushed when going out. Bring some samples home tonight for me to see." Wang Xuan lowered his head as he ate breakfast, revealing nothing on his face.
"All right. I'll bring back some samples when I come home tonight." Shen Leman did not think much of it and agreed immediately.
It was only after she arrived at the factory that she realized the nightclubs consumed a great deal of clothing every day. How could Wang Xuan possibly have never seen them?
Hmph!
There had to be something fishy going on!
Still, she brought various samples home that evening.
"If you just hold them up like that, how am I supposed to know whether they'll look good when worn?" Wang Xuan looked at Shen Leman, who was holding up the clothes, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives?" Shen Leman glanced sideways at Wang Xuan, who was sprawled on the sofa, her face saying that she saw through everything.
"How could that be? I'm an upstanding gentleman who can remain unmoved even with a beauty in his arms!"
"I think you're worse than a beast!"
Shen Leman verbally mocked Wang Xuan to express her displeasure, but her body was still very honest as she began changing clothes.
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Damn! After all this time, I had designed so many uniforms but had never enjoyed them even once. Today, I could finally indulge myself!
Wang Xuan suddenly realized that he was someone who could not sit still. He had never noticed it before. Comparing his current self with his former self, he felt there was no difference except for one thing: he had money now.
Once people had money, they suddenly learned how to enjoy themselves!
Men and women alike!
It had been more than two months since he crossed over. Wang Xuan admitted that Cantonese cuisine was delicious and Chaozhou cuisine was not bad either, but they could only be novel for a while. The flavors were simply too light. After two months, he felt as though his mouth was about to go bland, and nothing he ate could satisfy his cravings.
Eating this sort of food all day was truly asking too much of a Northeastern man from the White Mountains and Black Waters.
Right now, there was only one thing he wanted to do more than anything else.
Have some barbecue skewers!
It was an obsession that had lingered in his heart even as he had been sent flying by the car.
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