As a pure citizen of White City, Xiao Liqun might not have a thorough understanding of the glory that Xiao Zheng had created in Sijiu City. But he was not only familiar with Bai Wushuang, but also wanted to curry favor with him.
What did it mean to be born in a rich family? What did it mean to be doted on by thousands of people? What did it mean to be a local tycoon and an iron Bai family?
Xiao Liqun might be a bit aloof and arrogant. But in front of Bai Wushuang, he was willing to be a grandson — if he was given such a chance.
In Xiao Liqun's eyes, businessmen were divided into those who had some family wealth, and those who had an unimaginable official background. For example, the Bai family was a huge family with strong financial resources and direct access to the central government. The Secretary of the White City Municipal Committee and the Mayor would attend the birthday banquet of Old Master Bai. Even the central government would send people to attend. Why? Because the old master had a long history of red background. He had a close relationship with the former No. 1 Chief.
This capital could not be accumulated by ten billion or twenty billion. It could not be built by a certain stage of business. It depended on time and foundation.
So in Xiao Liqun's eyes, the Bai family was not a pure business family. It was a prominent family. It was as admirable as the Ye Residence.
But just now, Xiao Zheng used a voice that only a few people nearby could hear to drive away the third-generation head of the Bai family, Bai Wushuang, in a domineering and unyielding manner!
There was no suspense at all. It was powerful and resonant!
Until this moment, Xiao Liqun realized that he had misread a message. Xiao Zheng was not only a qualified or even excellent businessman. In this complicated country, he had the power that even Bai Wushuang was afraid of!
How could his uncle defeat such a big shot?
Now, he finally realized that he had deceived his uncle. And more than once.
From the beginning, he should have introduced who Xiao Zheng was. Later, he should not have been reckless and made the matter known to everyone. He tried to use public opinion to pressure Xiao Zheng. But in the end, it was not Xiao Zheng who lost face, but his uncle —
At this moment, Xiao Yang could only drink this strange color bomb in front of everyone. The people around seemed to turn their heads and talk about their own things, but Xiao Liqun knew very well that these people were watching his uncle make a fool of himself.
Watching a high and mighty person fall from the pedestal was a dark side that most people had. Shattering the beautiful could give people abnormal joy. This had been the case since ancient times.
Xiao Zheng had already spoken, so Xiao Yang had no other choice.
Even though this was the worst fall he had ever suffered in his more than 20 years in politics. But from an objective point of view, it was also in line with the basic factors that led to the fall of an official. Power, women, money. All the officials dismounted for the same reason. And women, coincidentally, were the external factors that accounted for the most.
Xiao Yang mixed the three liquids into a cup, then pinched her nose and drank it all in one gulp.
Dizziness, nausea, and a burning sensation in his stomach. Xiao Yang forcibly suppressed the surging physiological reaction in her body. His face alternated between green and red, and he was in unspeakable pain.
The double blow to his body and mind made the high and mighty head of the provincial bureau extremely uncomfortable. He just wanted to get out of here as fast as he could. He put down the glass and glanced at Xiao Zheng. "Boss Xiao, are you satisfied?"
His words were firm. Maybe he was trying to retain what little dignity he had left. Or maybe he was already drunk and thought he was speaking softly and humbly …
Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette and glanced at Xiao Yang calmly. Suddenly, he clapped his hands and smiled. "Good alcohol tolerance."
Then, he turned to look at Xiao Liqun.
The latter was immediately creeped out by Xiao Zheng's indifferent eyes. He awkwardly lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at him.
"Look up." Xiao Zheng's thin lips were slightly opened, and no emotion could be seen.
There was neither the pride and complacency of victory, nor the pleasure and insolence of defeating the opponent. He just stared at Xiao Liqun with a flat and calm face. It was hard to guess what he was thinking.
Xiao Liqun was forced to look up, but his eyes were very evasive.
He knew that it was his turn next.
Even his uncle was humiliated in public, let alone him, who made a living in Xin Ao.
President Lan was enough to deal with him. Xiao Zheng didn't even need to do it.
"Do you hate me?" Xiao Zheng asked indifferently.
"How would I dare …" Xiao Liqun replied nervously.
"Whether or not you dare is one thing. Your eyes tell me that you want to kill me," Xiao Zheng said slowly as he spat out a mouthful of smoke.
Xiao Liqun's body trembled. He bit his tongue to keep himself awake and respectfully lowered his head. "Boss Xiao, I'm sorry, it was my fault …"
"It's not too late to realize your mistake. But a mistake is a mistake. Anyone who makes a mistake must be punished. "Xiao Zheng put out his cigarette and looked at Blue Heart. "President Lan, I'll make a decision. Stop all of his work. Reshoot the movie with a new male lead. As for the contract, how many years do you have left? "
"Three years," Blue Heart said softly.
"Keep the contract. Some people only need a few days to reflect on themselves. But some people need enough time to think about their lives, "Xiao Zheng said lightly, but he completely sealed off Xiao Liqun's life for the next three years.
In these three years, he wouldn't have a job, no exposure, no money, and even lost his freedom. The only thing he could do was hide at home in self-pity and wait for death.
"Listen to Mr. Xiao." Blue Heart nodded in agreement.
Xiao Liqun's face was ashen, but he could only accept it in despair.
Even his uncle, his only backer, had lowered his proud head in front of the powerful Xiao Zheng. What right did he have to resist Xiao Zheng?
It was just that Xiao Liqun had to waste the best three years of his life. He was already a famous artist. Once this movie, which had been invested over a hundred million, was released, it would push him to a whole new level. Variety shows, television dramas, albums, and even awards ceremonies would no longer have anything to do with him.
And he knew that once he was banned, Cai Lan would take over all of the company's resources that should have belonged to him. He would solidify his position as an A-list artist step by step.
Damn it!
After saying this, Xiao Zheng waved his hand and expressionlessly said, "Chief Xiao, haven't you had enough? Do you want another drink? "
Xiao Yang's face paled and he hurriedly left.
Drink again?
He really needed to call an ambulance.
When these things were mixed together, it was even more disgusting than Granny Meng's soup.
However, the uncle and nephew had only taken a few steps when a group of big shots suddenly appeared at the entrance of the venue.
And the most exciting man was Bai Wuxia!
He was famous and was the idol of countless Hua Xia people. Even though he hadn't shown his face for more than twenty years, he was still a terrifying figure in Whitetown!
When he appeared at the venue, everyone stood up in surprise. Some recognized Bai Wuxia at first glance, while others just went with the flow. They looked over with puzzled eyes.
Of course, anyone who had a TV at home would recognize the man standing next to Bai Wuxia!
This man was none other than the head of Whitetown, Han Dong!
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