The rebirth of the Hong Kong Island chaebol, starting with a short-selling Eagle Sauce

The host Ju Ping asked Wang Lei with a smile:

"Have Mr. Wang also attended a wireless training class? It is said that Hong Kong celebrities can sing and dance, and they are indeed well-deserved."

"Show your ugliness, show your ugliness."

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

The other person's whole body was hairy when he saw her, and he wanted to slip away after applying oil on his legs.

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

The audience in the audience knew that something big was about to happen, and there was almost chaos at the scene.

The director saw something bad and chased after him.

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

He punched Wang Jie in the face one after another.

"You damn thing still want to take revenge on me? In any other place, I would have beaten your mother so hard that she wouldn't even recognize you!"

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

Seeing the director's words to stop him, a group of backstage actors seemed to have found a backbone and began to teach Wang Lei how to beat people randomly.

It seems that he still wants to ask Wang Lei for an explanation.

He Jie also pretended to be innocent, feeling aggrieved and about to cry.

"Explanation? Director, I also want an explanation. We Wang family father and son were invited by the country, but you are making things difficult for me and want me to make a fool of myself in public!

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

People's hearts are all made of flesh. I don't ask you to hold a bowl of water flat. At least you must be reasonable and realistic! "

Only then did the director realize that Wang Lei had a special status. If he was wronged in the slightest, they would be punished by the whole people, and the higher-ups would also hold him accountable as a director.

He hurriedly changed his smile and said, "Mr. Wang, He Jie did something wrong indeed. I hope you can forgive him for my sake!"

"Hmph, if I didn't give you face, I would have beaten him in front of the camera when I was here. People all over the country who know the truth will not embarrass me and will even applaud me. Do you recognize this or not!"

The director gritted his teeth and nodded. If Wang Lei hadn't suppressed his temper and had an outburst away from the camera, an unprecedented accident would have occurred during the Spring Festival Gala. Wang Lei could just clap his hands and leave, but he would have to bear all the consequences.

Regarding this, he wanted to accept Wang Lei's favor.

"If I just let it go today, where can I put my face, Third Young Master Wang, so that even a dog can rub on me in the future?"

"Mr. Wang, what do you want?"

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

"Break off one of his arms for me to remember!"

"Wang Lei, how dare you!"

"Why don't I dare!"

Some people tried to stop him, but were pushed away by Liu Hu and others.

A tooth-itching sound sounded, and many dancers turned their heads, not daring to look at this cruel scene.

People 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 block you. If you make any money in the future, it is because of my incompetence, Wang Lei!"

After saying these words, Wang Lei left angrily.

"Director, what should we do now?"

"If the news is blocked, it will be said that He Jie had a performance accident backstage. If anyone dares to speak nonsense, they will face endless bans from our station!"

Seeing that things had become such a mess, the director could only make the decision that was most beneficial to everyone.

As for what the unconscious He Jie would think, the director didn't care at all, because he knew that from tonight on, 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 were also less interested. After they left, the round table was replaced by four more audience members in the back row.

It seems like nothing happened, but also like something happened.

What is left to the audience is endless imagination and Wang Lei's passionate singing.

"Liu Hu, tell the paparazzi in Hong Kong City to dig into He Jie's past."

"I want newspapers from all over the country to spend a month reporting on He Jie's scandal."

Knowing that the boss was really angry, Liu Hu hurriedly ran to make phone calls to make arrangements.

Bai Chaoqiong caught up and asked doubtfully:

"Is that kid crazy?"

"Who knows what medicine he took wrongly, and he is seeking death."

"I didn't know you could sing. Could you write a song for me?"

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

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

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

"Hmph, I want it now."

……

Wang Lei had someone beat up He Jie, but nothing happened.

Before He Jie could sue Wang Lei for hurting someone, various scandals about He Jie appeared in street stall magazines across the country.

Street stall literature became popular in the late 80s.

Especially the street stalls in railway stations, because of their large scale and various stories, they are enlightening books for many people.

What is said in street stall magazines about having noses and eyes is [-]% genuine and [-]% fiction, making many people believe it to be true.

He Jie's real "fire" spread all over the country, and even Hong Kong and Macau began to spread 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 if these things really happened?"

"But what they wrote was too exaggerated. How could I be that perverted? They also said that I like to eavesdrop on corners. Who saw it? Who can confirm this?"

"Brother Jie, stop struggling fearlessly. These news are clearly the work of Hong Kong paparazzi. Only they can write such eye-catching reports."

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

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

Now, even the nurse giving the injection looked at him with disgust, for fear of dirtying her hands.

Everything he owned was taken away by Wang Lei, and this hatred could not be settled with just one step.

"Wang Lei, you destroyed me, and I will destroy 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 a few more times.

Wang Zhengyi taught a lesson:

"The weather in Kyoto is cold, but you didn't listen to me telling you to put on more clothes. You must have a cold now."

Faced with his father's questioning, Wang Lei vaguely said that he would add some clothes later.

"By the way, the marketing manager of the juice factory, let me ask for your opinion. They want to print your face on the juice boxes, and they also want to ask you to be the spokesperson of Wang's Juice and put the juice in a prime section. PSAs……"

"No, I'm not a celebrity who relies on my reputation. I'm not ready to be a public figure yet. They want someone to endorse me. Aaron Kwok is a good candidate. Although he's not famous now, he will become popular soon."

When he thinks of Aaron Kwok's peak appearance, Wang Lei is a little envious.

I was thinking about whether I should use a juice commercial to make his debut early.