It was just that a brilliant, talented director like this had quite a few bad habits. When casting, he looked neither at acting skills nor appearance, only at whether someone caught his eye, dressing it up as "fitting the character."
If someone failed to catch his eye, even the most powerful person in the world would have to get lost.
What exactly was Fang Ning hesitating over? Even a second of hesitation would be disrespectful to her identity as an actress!
Fang Ning found it a little baffling. The plot contained no information about this director, but since her agent had said all that, Fang Ning agreed.
After hanging up, Fang Ning was going to find Director Wang and explain the situation, then-
The director had just headed toward the restaurant.
Fang Ning walked toward the restaurant, but before she could find Director Wang, she saw Ji Xiangchen fighting.
Ji Xiangchen and two other people had tumbled to the ground, trading punches and kicks.
Taking a closer look, Fang Ning saw that one of the people fighting Ji Xiangchen was Zhou Lu. Of course, she did not know the other one.
Fang Ning had no particularly strong feelings about this fight. After all, as long as no one was beaten to death and no one pulled a knife, she did not object to settling disputes with fists.
But why was Ji Xiangchen at a disadvantage, the one getting beaten up!
She knew Ji Xiangchen was no good with words! She had never expected his fists to be no good either!
She really had never imagined he could be this hopeless!
None of the other people present dared to intervene. Ji Xiangchen's assistant was a young girl who could only stand nearby, fretting helplessly.
There was not a single security guard in sight. As the other two pinned Ji Xiangchen down and rained punches onto him, he could only curl up, painfully covering his head with his hands.
The pained expression on his face made it clear that those two were hitting him hard.
Seeing this, Fang Ning did not think much more. She picked up the beer beside her, walked over, and slammed it hard into the shoulder of Zhou Lu, who was hitting the hardest. "Ji Xiangchen, hasn't your brother ever taught you to remember to grab a weapon when you fight?"
Chapter 17
In the end, someone called the police, and all four were taken away.
Four people from the production had gotten into a fight, and blood had even been drawn. More importantly, two of them were celebrities with sizable fan bases in the entertainment industry and considerable influence over their fans. On top of that, these two celebrities' fans were exceptionally good at tearing into people.
It would do no one any good if this blew up online. Worried that the incident would have a negative impact, and also afraid it would affect the production, the director sternly instructed everyone present not to run their mouths, discuss the incident, meddle, or, above all, post anything about it online.
Meanwhile, the four had already been taken to the police station.
Fang Ning had hit Zhou Lu's shoulder with the beer bottle hard enough to draw blood.
The police first took Zhou Lu to have his injury examined and treated. Once his wound had been treated, they brought him inside too.
The four entered the same room and sat facing one another across a table.
Zhou Lu's shoulder had been bandaged. His face was swollen and covered in bruises, and his eye socket was especially dark, bearing the mark of a fist. He could no longer be equated with that polished boy wearing a stud earring.
Of course, besides Zhou Lu, Ji Xiangchen's face was also covered in bruises, though they were not as severe as Zhou Lu's.
The other man was not much better off either. His face had also taken a beating and was in no better shape.
The three originally handsome idol faces now looked so miserable that it was hard to look at them.
Only Fang Ning was completely unscathed. She was not like Ji Xiangchen, who only knew how to fight at close quarters and throw everything he had into it. She had always lived by the principle of fighting when she could win and running when she could not.
So, out of the four, Fang Ning remained polished, pretty, and beautiful.
Before long, the officer handling the mediation and questioning arrived.
With his shoulder injured, Zhou Lu put on the air of a victim as soon as the officer arrived. "Officer, I want to report them. These two beat me up like this for no reason. You have to get justice for me!"
"Look at my shoulder, and my refined, handsome face. They've beaten them up like this!"
Officer Li was in charge of the case. He glanced at Zhou Lu's face, pitted beneath its foundation, then slowly withdrew his gaze. Without responding to Zhou Lu, he sat down with his notebook and began scolding them. "Ji Xiangchen, Fang Ning, Zhou Lu
"...the four of you are over a hundred years old combined. None of you are children anymore, yet you're still getting into brawls."
As he scolded them, Officer Li took notes in his notebook, then asked why they had fought. "Tell me, why did you fight? What was the reason?"
Of course Zhou Lu would not say anything. He was not an idiot, stupid enough to expose his own secrets and put himself at a disadvantage.
That man was nothing more than a dog following behind Zhou Lu, wagging his tail, so naturally he would not speak either. He secretly watched Zhou Lu's expression.
Seeing that Zhou Lu had not spoken, he offered no other reaction either, keeping his mouth tightly shut and remaining silent.
But when it came to reporting things like this, Fang Ning was definitely the most enthusiastic one, even though she did not know what exactly had happened.
She still raised her hand earnestly and eagerly, like a model student who listened attentively in class and actively raised her hand to answer questions. "Officer, I'll answer this question. Ji Xiangchen's punches weren't strong enough. He was a little weak. I was afraid these two would beat him to death, so I picked up a beer bottle and threw it at them."
With Fang Ning criticizing his inability to fight right in front of him, Ji Xiangchen felt a little embarrassed. Holding up his swollen, wounded face, he retorted, "I was clearly holding my own against two people. How was I weak?"
Fang Ning shook her head and gave Ji Xiangchen's bruised face a long look. "Mm, you were pretty impressive? Then why are there so many wounds on your face?"
Being looked down on so blatantly stung Ji Xiangchen. Unwilling to admit that he was weak in the slightest, he pointed at the two people opposite him, both over a hundred and seventy centimeters tall. "Those two were fighting two against one. If you're so capable, why don't you try?"