Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 634 - 432: Going Home

Huang Jun watched Zhang Fuqiang and his group leave in a mess, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his mouth, then slowly turned around.

When his gaze fell on Yang Xiaoxiu again, he was slightly taken aback. The somewhat immature girl in his memory was now surrounded by an irresistible brilliance.

The sunlight painted her features like a picture, shedding her usual shyness, every gesture exuded composure, genuinely having a touch of a big screen star's charm.

"The fame really nurtures people," Huang Jun thought to himself, unknowingly admiring Li Jing's vision again.

He stepped forward slightly, his tone unusually gentle: "Brother Jing is waiting at the parking lot on the other side, you go ahead yourself, we won't accompany you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her almond eyes, then she said with a gentle smile: "Thank you, Brother Huang."

As she turned, her skirt gently swayed, the sound of high heels tapping against the floor was crisp and neat, quickly disappearing at the end of the hotel corridor.

"Is that the recently internet-famous Yang Xiaoxiu?"

The burly man beside Huang Jun stared in the direction she left, expressing his awe, "She looks even prettier in real life than on TV, that face, that figure, calling her a national goddess doesn't do her justice!"

Another person chimed in: "Absolutely. President Li never lacks beauties around him, just now President Wei, and now this one...tsk tsk, his taste is superb!"

Huang Jun scoldingly slapped the back of the talker's head: "Stop daydreaming here! Follow Brother Jing and work hard, our gym has opened its third branch, are we still afraid of not having good days?"

Everyone laughed out loud, jokingly dispersed, with a few still frequently looking back, their gaze following the direction Yang Xiaoxiu disappeared, full of amazement and envy.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Zhang Fuqiang clenched his fist, his nails nearly digging into his palm.

He stumbled forward with two of his underlings, thinking only of returning to the props company to ask his uncle, Zhang Daguo, for an explanation.

In his mind, there was definitely a rival boss behind Yang Xiaoxiu, willing to resort to malicious competition to promote the newcomer.

If only he could find out who, maybe there would be a chance to turn things around.

But just as he turned into the parking lot, his steps froze abruptly.

Not far away, next to a black sedan, his uncle, Zhang Daguo, usually commanding and assertive in the business world, was now hunched over, smiling obsequiously beside the car window, like a humble new employee.

Sitting inside the car was a young man Zhang Fuqiang had never met, casually fiddling with a watch, his expression indifferent.

Sensing the gaze, the young man slowly raised his eyes to glance over, and that look was like a knife, freezing Zhang Fuqiang's blood, the step he had taken remained suspended, unable to drop.

A chill ran up his spine to the back of his neck, suddenly he felt like prey under a predator's stare, even breathing became difficult.

After a while, Zhang Daguo finished his conversation with the person in the car, turned, and his gaze coincidentally clashed with the dazed look of Zhang Fuqiang nearby.

The ingratiating smile on his face instantly froze, hurriedly he walked over.

Before Zhang Fuqiang could speak, Zhang Daguo had already grabbed his nephew's arm, lowered his voice: "Come, get in the car first, I'll tell you on the way back!"

His tone carried an undeniable urgency, dragging him towards the corner where their black business car was parked.

Zhang Fuqiang stumbled, seeing the bulging veins on his uncle's neck and the beads of sweat on his temple, an ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

Only when the car door slammed shut, and the engine hummed softly, did Zhang Daguo relax slightly.

He drove in silence until they slowly left the parking lot when he finally spoke: "Fuqiang, just let go of the matter with that film crew, don't mention it again."

"Uncle! How can we just let it go?"

Zhang Fuqiang slammed the dashboard, making the car perfume bobble wobble.

"Our props company got kicked out, and the supporting role I secured was snatched away! Someone's definitely behind this, is it that young guy just now?"

His voice rose with agitation, his eyes bloodshot.

Zhang Daguo glanced at his nephew, helplessly shook his head:

"The young man you saw sitting in the car just now...is the head of Celestial Sea Cultural Park."

He paused, wiped the sweat off his face, his voice suddenly hoarse.

"This morning I went to find President Wang of the new props company, and they directly threw their phone chat records in my face. All bidding changes and role replacements were per instructions from someone named Li."

"What?"

Zhang Fuqiang was even more furious upon hearing this, "An outsider, why are they meddling in the crew's affairs? We've worked hard in this industry for so many years, why can they dismiss us with just a word..."

"Because he can make investors change contracts overnight, make producers and directors obey!"

Zhang Daguo suddenly raised his voice, then quickly lowered it, glancing nervously at the rearview mirror.

"Small companies like ours are less than ants in their eyes. If you want to keep mixing in the circle, stay away from them!"

He suddenly turned, his murky eyes full of warning, "And that Yang Xiaoxiu, standing behind her is this person. I know you have conflicts with her, choose for yourself, either bow your head and apologize, or never associate with her again!"

"Apologize to her? Dream on!"

Zhang Fuqiang's voice rose with excitement, almost erupting, but recalling that icy knife-like gaze in the parking lot, a layer of fine cold sweat spread over his neck.

His fingers trembled slightly gripping the seatbelt, after a long silence, he squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth: "I...I just won't have any further dealings with her."