Although Jiang Deliang's status in the entertainment industry is not as high as Mo Cixuan's, he has still managed to produce several hit dramas.
With his connections and resources, he could easily leave no way out for the original owner of this body without the support of the Jiang Family, with just a casual remark.
Zhu Xia tried to fight for the original owner, but in the end it was no use and she had to give up.
She's a businesswoman, not a philanthropist.
Jiang Nan felt a little regretful that this part of the conversation hadn't been recorded. She looked up at Jiang Deliang and said, "I really underestimated you."
"You old geezer, I feel nauseous just looking at you. Where do you get the confidence to think you can make me feel comfortable?"
Jiang Deliang's expression darkened.
"Oh, no, that's not right."
Jiang Nan suddenly changed the subject, "If you kneel down obediently and let me slap you a few times, I'll not only feel good, I'll be very happy."
Jiang Deliang: "You dare..."
Before he could finish speaking, a crisp slap echoed through the bedroom.
Jiang Deliang was stunned. He had always been respected and surrounded by people, and he had never been slapped in the face before.
How dare you slap me?
Jiang Deliang gritted his teeth, spitting out each word one by one, his expression contorted in rage, and reached out to slap him back.
Jiang Nan grabbed a baseball bat and slammed it hard into the man's thigh. The man's thigh was a mass of fat, and it felt great to hit him.
"Hiss..."
Jiang Deliang's thighs trembled, and he immediately knelt down.
While beating the man, Jiang Nan said, "You old bastard, you're disgusting to the core, utterly disgusting. You take advantage of your little achievements to do whatever you want, thinking you're some kind of local emperor. You're all fat, you look worse than a pig or a dog, and your brain is probably connected to your rectum, full of shit."
"If I were your mother, I wouldn't dare go out. After all, I gave birth to a piece of trash like you. No matter how much human genes mutate, they won't mutate to the extent you're like. Calling you shit is probably giving you too much credit."
When Jiang Nan hit Jiang Deliang, he didn't hold back at all. He had practiced hitting Jiang Deliang back in college, and he was now targeting Jiang Deliang's buttocks, thighs, and face.
He wasn't afraid when he hit people because even if he couldn't make it in the entertainment industry, he had a backup plan. Entering the entertainment industry was just a temporary measure to earn some money. In the end, he could get a bachelor's degree through self-study, pursue a master's degree, continue to study for a doctorate, and then work in a law firm.
However, there are a large number of people in the entertainment industry who are like Song Zhusheng.
She had no family background to support her; she simply wanted to act.
There are quite a few people like this; they may never become famous or leave a lasting impression on the public.
When subjected to unspoken rules, one is powerless to resist.
Jiang Nan still remembers that in the original book, the protagonist was almost assaulted during one of the coldest days.
The timeline of Song Zhusheng's assault is earlier than that. Therefore, it's reasonable to speculate that it occurred during the filming of this drama.
So Jiang Nan came running, all excited.
He wasn't a savior, nor did he dream of being a hero; he had simply lived to survive. But a tiny bit of kindness remained, and that kindness sustained him.
Even if he and Song Zhusheng weren't friends, he would still come.
"Your mind is filled with such filthy and vulgar thoughts. The only reason someone like you is still alive is because society hasn't progressed. The country should tear off your mask and start researching bulletproof vests. Do you really think you're so great just because someone praises you?"
The sounds of slaps and baseball bats hitting buttocks mingled subtly with the screams coming from the television.
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Outside the room, the assistant who had been following Jiang Deliang during the day was squatting on the ground, yawning.
Based on his understanding of his boss, he estimated it would only take a few minutes, and even with Viagra, it would probably only take about ten minutes.
However, if we use tools, it probably won't be over by tomorrow morning.
That young boy inside, he's probably doomed.
Thinking this, the assistant shook his head and sighed.
Jiang Nan is quite an interesting person; he sometimes likes videos of him arguing with others.
What a pity.
As the assistant was thinking, the door to the room was suddenly opened.
He paused, somewhat surprised, then quickly stood up. " Director Jiang, what's wrong...?"
The assistant abruptly disappeared from the second half of his sentence.
The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on because of his voice. He stared wide-eyed at Jiang Nan in shock.
The boy leaned against the threshold, legs comfortably crossed, and dragged out a fat, pig-like creature with one hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. "This is your great and respected Director Jiang. Remember not to go into the wrong door next time."
The assistant's eyes widened even more, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets in surprise.
Jiang Deliang's old face was slapped so hard it looked like a pig's head, big and swollen, covered in bright red handprints. His silk pajamas were wrinkled, and his neck and hands were covered in marks from fingernails.
The assistant swallowed slowly, too slowly to even imagine what was under her pajamas.
"Oh, right." The boy pointed to the wet fabric between Jiang Deliang's legs, looking disgusted, " Director Jiang is so easily scared, he's such a coward, he peed himself."
Jiang Deliang mumbled something.
The assistant didn't hear clearly and could only lean closer. "What's wrong?"
"Call... call the police." Jiang Deliang's face was swollen like a pig's head as he mumbled, "Call the police quickly and arrest this damn bastard."
Hearing this, Jiang Nan frowned in disgust and kicked the man in the buttocks. "You're the one who needs to be fucked."
After thinking about it, he was still not satisfied, so he said, "You owe that son of a bitch."
"Hey, hey, don't do it!" The assistant pulled out his phone. "I'm really calling the police."
The boy's gaze was indifferent. He crossed his arms and wore a black and white cow-patterned pajama set. His pink hair looked like a small forest that had been swept by a strong wind, swaying and even sticking up with stray hairs, but it couldn't hide his calm and indifferent temperament. He casually tossed out a sentence.
"Whatever."
After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
-
When the sirens sounded downstairs at the hotel, Jiang Nan had already changed her clothes.
I wore a hoodie and jeans, washed my face, and fixed my hair.
For Jiang Nan, fixing his hair is like flattening all the sticking-out tufts of hair. It's because his sleeping posture is too unrestrained. Every time he wakes up, his hair is in its own place, all singing "Stand up!"
Even if he has to go to jail, he has to do it in a cool and stylish way.
After all, young people in the new era must shoulder the important responsibility of national development. In everything they do, they must integrate their personal dreams with the dream of the nation and the people, and their individual selves with the greater good.
As a typical representative of someone who grew up on the government's paycheck, even if I'm in jail, I'll make the most of it and contribute my personal strength to the development of the motherland!