Chapter 998: The Power of Fraud

That was real crying.

Tears and snot flowed together.

In all his life, he had never been beaten before. Today, he was beaten hard for no reason. Wang Zixia couldn't adapt to it.

Curling up, holding his head, crying.

In my impression, I had seen many scenes like this when Wang Zixia bullied others. The difference was that most of them did not cry as hard as Wang Zixia did.

This time, Prince Xia was really beaten badly.

Even Bai Sinian, who was watching from a distance, had a hint of unbearable expression on her face. However, she felt calm that all this was brought about by Wang Zixia. If he hadn't been so aggressive, he wouldn't have provoked this man who was running rampant. Shota, ended up like this.

On the contrary, if Luo Feng had not had a relationship with the magnificent general manager, the result would have been a different situation.

This world is very realistic.

However, Bai Si Nian didn't know that the person who really had a friendship with Luo Feng was not Mei Ziming, but the biggest BOSS winner behind Mei Ziming, he, the patron saint of winners.

"Ah, forget it." Luo Feng was just about to reach out and help Wang Zixia up again.

"No!" Wang Zixia yelled in despair, and ran out of the box on the ground.

"Let him go." Luo Feng waved his hand to stop him from trying to stop him.

For him, it would be enough to teach a small person like Wang Zixia a lesson. There is no need to make a big fuss, it would be a waste of his time.

Even after winning, he still couldn't understand his hatred. He cursed angrily and shouted outside the box, "Get out of Australia immediately, or I won't let you go."

Luo Feng took a look and said, "It's quite majestic."

Winner pouted, "I've been encountering thorns these days. It's rare to see a soft persimmon without squeezing it hard."

Luo Feng understood the meaning of winning.

Naturally, his relationship with the winner cannot be hidden from those warriors.

"Brother Feng, I won't disturb you anymore." Yingying quickly noticed that there was Bai Missian in the box. That breathtaking beauty made Yingying's eyes freeze for a moment. Damn it, beautiful women always appear next to Brother Feng. , all the good cabbages were... cough, win and turn around and leave.

A farce comes quickly,

Go fast too.

In the box, only Luo Feng, Bai Siannian, and Ye Wen, who had not yet recovered, were left.

"It's okay, let's eat." Luo Feng smiled at Bai Sinian, with a relaxed expression, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

Bai Sinian glanced at the door of the box, and then sat down as well.

"Hmph, that's impressive enough." Finally, Ye Wen came over, stared at Luo Feng, and said in a sharp and dissatisfied tone, "I beat Young Master Wang, you are happy, but Missing you is about to end."

"Sister Wen." Bai Sinian stopped Ye Wen.

Luo Feng asked, "What's going on?"

"You have the nerve to ask." Ye Wen's voice was extremely sharp, "I told you last time that Mr. Wang is the president of Xingying Entertainment and the immediate boss of Miss Wang. Just now Mr. Wang has said that this time During the concert, he will ban Miss Nian. Do you understand what that means? Next, Nian Nian’s future in the entertainment industry will be ruined.”

Luo Feng frowned, "There is probably more than just one entertainment company in China, Xingying."

"Yes, there are many Chinese entertainment companies, but Xingying Entertainment is one of the three giants in the Chinese entertainment industry. Mr. Wang wants to ban Missing. The other companies, even if they can afford liquidated damages, dare not sign Missing. Capitalists like them , We have always shared the same hatred and openness to the outside world. The contract between Miss and Xingying Entertainment is still five years away! What will the world be like in five years? "

"Sister Wen, there's no need to say anything." Bai Sinian waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "If you want to stay in the entertainment industry, you have to lick the toes of these capitalists and flatter them. I would rather quit."

"Well said!" Luo Feng quickly gave a thumbs up.

"You guys..." Ye Wen's face changed several times, and finally she shook her head, turned around and walked out of the Phoenix Box.

"Let's eat." Bai Sinian changed the subject.

"Um... how much is the liquidated damages?" After Luo Feng took a few mouthfuls of food, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked again, smiling, "No matter what, it's a good thing to leave this Xingying as soon as possible. Then, Fifth Young Master Wang, I think He won't be able to eat."

Bai Sinian smiled bitterly and said, "Five hundred million."

"What!" Luo Feng's eyes widened, this must be too stupid.

Luo Feng subconsciously touched his head, thinking that if he followed the reward offered by the Ouyang family, he would have to behead himself three times...

"A normal contract wouldn't be so outrageous." Bai Sinian's eyes flashed with regret, "I trust Sister Wen too much. She won the contract. I trust her very much and signed it without reading it. But I didn’t expect that the break-up fee would be so high, and of course I didn’t think about breaking the contract.”

Luo Feng smiled coquettishly. He originally planned to help Bai Siannian find a way, but... 500 million, there was no way to talk about it.

"The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge." Luo Feng comforted him appropriately.

"I live in Jinjinghuihuang, and the concert is tomorrow night." A smile appeared on Bai Sinian's face, as if he didn't care about all this. He smiled and said relaxedly, "The venue of the concert is the Venetian Cotai Arena. This is ...maybe my last concert."

Luo Feng's heart trembled slightly, and he raised his head and glanced at Bai Sinian.

After a long pause, he nodded heavily.

"I promise that the concert tomorrow night will go smoothly."

The only variable is Wang Zixia.

Bai Si Nian's worry was not voiced out, but Luo Feng could feel it.

…

"Trash! You are all a bunch of fucking trash."

Ten miles away from the magnificent palace, on the roadside.

Wang Zixia cursed for half an hour, scolding the bodyguards in front of him.

"I give you money to support you, but what about you? It's useless!"

Wang Zixia was furious, he wanted to vent his anger.

A descendant of the Wang family.

The president of Xingying Entertainment.

He was forced to crawl out of the magnificent palace.

What a shame!

Wang Zixia's hair was disheveled, his nose was swollen, his clothes were torn, and he was in a mess, but he didn't care about these, and he cursed at several bodyguards directly. Many people around looked at them from afar, they didn't dare to approach, because someone who tried to approach before was beaten by Wang Zixia's people.

This guy is simply a lunatic.

Many passers-by sighed.

At the same time, they secretly guessed.

Several bodyguards didn't dare to speak, because Wang Zixia was their sponsor.

Finally, Wang Zixia was tired of scolding, and sat on the ground, panting.

Suddenly, Wang Zixia raised his head and stared at the people approaching from a distance.

Swish!

Wang Zixia was so excited that he jumped up suddenly.

"Uncle!" Wang Zixia wiped his eyes. He was not mistaken!

Although Uncle Wang Chongyang left the Wang family when he was very young, Wang Zixia often saw his photos. Among the people walking in front, the one leading was Uncle Wang Chongyang!

Wang Zixia was very excited.

He knew some family secrets.

Uncle Wang Chongyang left home many years ago and was taken away by a master to practice martial arts.

Moreover, the power behind the master was huge.

Unexpectedly, when he was the most down and out and the most miserable, he actually met Uncle.

Wang Zixia was so happy.

He shouted and rushed over.

"Uncle, Uncle..."

Bang!

Wang Zixia was kicked away and fell to the ground hard.

"Where did this madman come from?" The middle-aged man who was called uncle by Wang Zixia frowned, "I haven't been back for many years, the world is really chaotic."

"Brother Wang, you don't know." A man next to him said seriously, "This is a new industry in the world, called 'touching porcelain'. I heard that there are countless masters in this industry! There are ancient elders of the Beggar Gang, strong men who have cultivated to the point of falling down with eighteen touches of clothes, eighty-year-old seniors, and three-year-old prodigies. It can be said that there are many talents and prosperity!"

The middle-aged man looked stern, and at the same time, he looked at the man who rushed up again with vigilance.

"Uncle! It's me! I'm your nephew." Wang Zixia shouted sadly.

Bang!

Another kick flew away.

This time, it was the man next to him who kicked.

"I'm shortsighted." The man looked serious, "This person is not a 'touching porcelain' strongman, but a 'fraud' master."