Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 633 - 431: Changing Faces, Part 2

Only such did Yang Xiaoxiu realize that the gaze of the remaining photography director and lighting technician towards her had changed.

Old Li from the props team squeezed out a kind and friendly smile when he brought her a coat; the photography director passing by even went out of his way to address her as "Teacher Xiaoxiu."

Seeing the change in everyone's attitude, Li Jing's words to her suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Respect in this world is never a gift from those who try to ingratiate. In this society, only strength can earn people's respect."

Watching Zhang Fuqiang's desolate appearance at this moment, she became more certain that it was Li Jing's covert operations that had turned the situation around.

Admiration and gratitude surged in her heart. She remembered Li Jing's composed demeanor when devising strategies for her, those late-night discussions about how to handle situations, each detail deepening her gratitude towards Li Jing.

When she stood up, she met Zhang Fuqiang's gaze directly; his gloomy stare didn't make her falter in the least.

She gently smoothed her dress and walked past Zhang Fuqiang in her stilettos.

As the door closed slowly, Yang Xiaoxiu completely left, and Zhang Fuqiang didn't manage to utter a single word.

Seeing this, one of the lackeys beside Zhang Fuqiang whispered, "Brother Qiang, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Zhang Fuqiang gritted his teeth, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly hardened his resolve, grabbing a glass from the table and violently smashing it against the wall, glass shards scattering over where Yang Xiaoxiu had just been sitting:

"There's definitely something behind this, perhaps related to Yang Xiaoxiu.

You two follow her and make her spill some information. I need to see what trick she's playing!"

As he spoke, his hand slammed forcefully on the table, breaking a porcelain plate beneath his palm.

He glared at the doorway viciously as if he wanted to see through Yang Xiaoxiu's departing figure, pondering revenge with resentment and malice in his eyes.

After Yang Xiaoxiu left the private room, she quickly made her way to the lobby.

Her eyes anxiously scanned the lobby, yet she did not see any sign of Li Jing, making her heart sink slightly, her eyes inadvertently flickered with a trace of panic.

But her years of nurtured composure quickly calmed her down, silently thinking: Since Brother Jing is not here, he must have other pressing matters, he wouldn't leave for no reason.

Thinking this, she took a deep breath, straightened her back, and carefully searched the lobby again.

After sweeping each corner of the lobby, she finally spotted Huang Jun, smoking at the hotel gate. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seeing Huang Jun at that moment, Yang Xiaoxiu instantly felt more at ease.

She knew this was a friend Li Jing had called to help, having seen Huang Jun a few times in previous occasions.

And Huang Jun, upon seeing her, only nodded slightly without approaching to greet.

Yang Xiaoxiu understood the signal, and after nodding in response, lifted her foot and walked out of the hotel.

But as she just walked out the hotel door, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Next came Zhang Fuqiang's annoying voice: "Yang Xiaoxiu!"

She turned back, her eyes coldly directed to the source of the voice, seeing Zhang Fuqiang approaching quickly with two lackeys, their expressions dripping with gloom.

Yang Xiaoxiu looked at the three of them and asked in a detached tone, "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Fuqiang locked his eyes on Yang Xiaoxiu's calm face, his voice low and filled with anger: "Did you mess with the crew's matters?"

Although Yang Xiaoxiu knew Li Jing had promised to help her resolve the trouble with Zhang Fuqiang, she was not fully aware of Li Jing's exact actions.

She maintained her calm demeanor, her tone undisturbed: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Seeing his opponent so composed, Zhang Fuqiang's fury intensified, he couldn't help but roar in a low tone:

"Stop playing dumb with me! My crew suddenly replaced its props company, collaborated with other companies, even substituted my role.

How could it be so coincidental? You must be the one scheming behind my back! Did you find someone to back you up? Tell me now!"

Upon hearing Zhang Fuqiang mention his company's replacement and role substitution, Yang Xiaoxiu was momentarily surprised.

But then she thought about it, and her understanding of Li Jing's strength further solidified, with Li Jing's image in her mind becoming even grander.

She faced Zhang Fuqiang directly, speaking slowly: "You should be asking the producer, the director, or the production company about your problems, not me. What's the point of asking me?"

Seeing his opponent still feigning ignorance, Zhang Fuqiang gritted his teeth in rage: "You won't speak? Fine, you'll say it in a moment!"

As soon as he finished talking, the two lackeys behind him reached out to grab Yang Xiaoxiu, intending to drag her towards their car.

Yang Xiaoxiu's expression changed instantly, not expecting them to dare act in broad daylight.

Just as she retreated half a step, she saw a group of men quickly approaching from afar, instantly feeling much more at ease.

Seeing Yang Xiaoxiu not only unfazed but also calming down, Zhang Fuqiang sneered coldly, prepared to come forward personally.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder sink, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, unable to move.

Startled, he quickly turned around, only to see a huge figure casting a shadow behind him.

Meanwhile, his two lackeys were also firmly controlled.

When Zhang Fuqiang completely turned around, he saw he was confronted by seven or eight tall and burly men.

Standing there like small mountains, their mere presence oppressed him, squashing his formerly overbearing aura to nothing.

He asked in a voice filled with bewilderment, "Who are you? What do you want?"

With a smirk, Huang Jun looked down at Zhang Fuqiang: "What do we want? You should ask what you plan to do to Yang Xiaoxiu!"

Shocked by Huang Jun's voice, Zhang Fuqiang quickly turned to Yang Xiaoxiu and exclaimed: "Did you call them?"

Even before Yang Xiaoxiu could respond, Huang Jun stepped between them, his tone indifferent: "I can tell you plainly, Yang Xiaoxiu is under my big brother's protection. If you want to mess with her, you better ask us if we agree first."

"Big brother?" Zhang Fuqiang gasped again, oblivious to Yang Xiaoxiu having such strong backing, he probed further: "Who is your big brother?"

Huang Jun curled his lips into a sardonic smile, merely staring without replying.

Frustrated, Zhang Fuqiang bit his lip and asked once more: "So it was your big brother who replaced our company and my role?"

Unacquainted with these particulars, Huang Jun only responded with a cold laugh.

But seeing Huang Jun's attitude, Zhang Fuqiang began piecing things together.

Realization struck him hard; indeed, it was someone behind Yang Xiaoxiu's actions.

More startling, the college student he presumed ordinary had powerful allies.

Recalling Yang Xiaoxiu's recent sudden surge in popularity, what he previously considered luck now appeared undeniably supported.

Lifting someone from obscurity in such a short time signified formidable power.

Moreover, influencing a production to switch a company and change plans exhibited influence far beyond his imagination.

Zhang Fuqiang's face paled as he recognized he couldn't move against Yang Xiaoxiu.

Then Huang Jun spoke: "Why are you still standing here? Do you need me to escort you back?"

Once again, fear altered Zhang Fuqiang's complexion. He glanced at the intimidatingly big men before him, their hefty builds evoking trembling unease.

He looked back at his scared lackeys—both pale as ghosts, cowering silently.

For all their bluster, these two lacked bravery, only bold when unchallenged. Facing stronger foes, pretense dissolved into meek submission.

Knowing resistance futile, Zhang Fuqiang gave Yang Xiaoxiu a final reluctant glance and departed disheartened with his two lackeys.