For their enthusiastic discussion of the "big project," Song JinXing had no interest. Anyway, he had already decided to give up this project, so whether it went well or badly was irrelevant to him. After this meal, they probably wouldn't have much interaction in the future either.
At least for the projects that this Yuan Zhiyong participated in in the future, he could directly avoid them.
He had originally planned to quietly finish this meal and leave, but some people were obviously used to throwing their weight around as producers, thinking that all female artists should fawn over them obsequiously.
Yuan Zhiyong took the opportunity of drinking alcohol and went around clinking glasses. Finally he came to Song JinXing's side.
"Miss Zhong," he said, leaning his big belly on the chair back, looking the very image of a gluttonous boozer. He smiled as he leaned in, "Let me offer you a toast. Listening to our discussion just now, Miss Zhong must also be very interested in Nu Xiang, right? After all, this is the best resource you can get access to now. I see that Miss Zhong is a smart person. Smart people shouldn't make mistakes at a time like this. After drinking this glass, just take it as me forgiving you for your previous foolishness. As long as you listen to me, we can still discuss the matter of the female lead role. What do you think?"
Song JinXing shifted back in his seat to sit up straight, avoiding the hand resting on the chair back, his eyes already cold: "Regardless of whether I'm interested in this project or not, even if I was interested, that's still not a reason for you to coerce me like this now. The relationship between actors and producers is one of mutual selection. If Director Yuan thinks that just a glass of wine can determine the leading actress of a drama, this drama probably doesn't have much prospects anyway."
Yuan Zhiyong did not expect that even after he had spoken so politely, the other party would still be so stubborn and unappreciative.
In all his years as a producer, when had he ever been so humiliated like this? For a moment, the alcohol rushed to his brain. He heavily placed the wine glass in front of "her," and moved his hand from the chair back to "her" shoulder, fiercely squeezing that fragrant shoulder, yelling harshly: "You b*tch! Wh*re! I'm going to blacklist you. I'm going to make you wish you were dead!"
But before he even finished speaking, he let out a miserable shriek.
The hand grasping that fragrant shoulder was counter-gripped by the beauty in a reversal, and with an upward twist, the wrist wrapped in fat was bent into an inhuman angle. Yuan Zhiyong shrieked incessantly from the pain, his obese body following the angle of his wrist kneeling forward. His other hand subconsciously tried to grab the "assailant" in front of him.
How could Song JinXing let him touch him? With a flash, he got up from his chair and kicked Yuan Zhiyong's knee. Yuan Zhiyong was already half kneeling, and this kick made him crash to his knees on the ground.
He screamed and cursed, "Sl*t! Wh*re! I'm going to blacklist you. I'm going to make it so you can never work in this industry again. Let me go, ah----"
The words weren't even fully out when he let out a miserable shriek.
From Yuan Zhiyong's screams to kneeling on the ground, it was less than 2-3 seconds. At first, everyone at the table didn't even react.
A female artist beat up a producer!!!
What kind of fantastical joke was this?!
Until Yuan Zhiyong's cries grew more and more miserable, everyone finally realized that the dramatic scene before their eyes was real!
Tan Bingan felt like his soul had been smashed out of his body. He scrambled over in a panic, his voice cracking, "Zhong Ruanxing! Have you gone crazy?!"
Song JinXing was still twisting Yuan Zhiyong's hand. That fat hand was bent into a frightening angle, causing Yuan Zhiyong so much pain that he had no strength to resist.
He only glanced coldly back at Tan Bingan, which made Tan Bingan's shouts get stuck in his throat, and his rushing footsteps screeched to a halt in place.
Although he didn't say anything, Tan Bingan could still see his meaning from his eyes: Dare to come over, and I'll beat you up too.
Tan Bingan felt he was done for. Zhong Ruanxing was done for, Sheng Entertainment was done for, and his career was also done for. Yuan Zhiyong was a well-known figure in the industry, with connections and resources throughout the circle. Offending him meant Zhong Ruanxing could forget about having any career from now on!
Right now he just wanted to kneel before this guy and beg him to restrain himself. He was wrong, he realized his mistake. He shouldn't have chosen this guy from the start. How could he have forgotten that this was someone who even dared to offend the Young Master of the Song family!
But now it was too late to say anything. More than half sober from the alcohol, Yuan Zhiyong couldn't care less about keeping face: "You're all dead! Watching as she does this to me! Come help!"
Song JinXing's brows furrowed. Before the others could rush over, he finally let go and took a few steps back, fastidiously brushing his hands after releasing his grip.
Yuan Zhiyong collapsed on the ground, his face pale and drenched in sweat. Shaking, he pointed a finger full of resentment at Song JinXing, "Zhong Ruanxing, don't think about making it in this industry anymore. I'm going to blacklist you! I'm going to make you wish you were dead!"
But the person opposite him suddenly laughed and casually said, "Someone's said those words to me before too."
The door to the private room behind him was pulled open by Ran Ting. Two brawny bodyguards who looked like they could take down a cow with one punch walked in, standing on either side of Song JinXing. The people who had tried to rush forward all hastily took two steps back.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Zhiyong laughed angrily, "Good! So you came prepared, guarding against me, huh?"
Song JinXing took the handkerchief handed to him by the bodyguard and languidly wiped his hands: "When dealing with industry trash like you, of course I came prepared."
Yuan Zhiyong looked like he was about to spit blood, "Good! Great! You've got guts, Zhong Ruanxing. I hope you can stay so tough in the future too. We'll see about that!"
Song JinXing finally raised his head, his gaze falling on him, and smiled very lightly, "Alright, we'll see about that."
He tossed the handkerchief on the ground and turned to leave, the two bodyguards following behind him. The scene looked exactly like the protagonist neatly retreating after taking care of the villain. Yuan Zhiyong stared at that back view, his eyes seeming to be poisoned with venom. He pushed away the people trying to help him stand and leaned on the chair to get up.
Tan Bingan's head was drenched in cold sweat as he shrank behind the crowd, trying to minimize his presence.
But clearly Yuan Zhiyong hadn't forgotten about him. He slowly turned, glaring sinisterly at him, "President Tan, this is the good artist your Sheng Entertainment taught?"
Tan Bingan waved his hands repeatedly, "You misunderstood, Director Yuan. This Zhong Ruanxing is an exception. Our other artists are not like this."
Yuan Zhiyong slowly exhaled, "For this matter, your Sheng Entertainment will have to give me an explanation."
Tan Bingan nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course, Director Yuan. We will definitely give you an explanation and will not let her off easily!"
The private room was in chaos. Song JinXing had already left in his car with his people.
Only when the car entered the main road did Ran Ting finally cry out excitedly, "F*ck! Ruanxing, you don't know how cool you looked just now! Look!" She opened her phone and went to the album, with shaky footage on the screen. Faintly, Yuan Zhiyong's words persuading her to drink could be heard. It turned out she had started recording since that time!
Song JinXing was actually a little surprised.
Ran Ting gestured animatedly, "Long prepared for that pig! I guessed you might make a move, and in case he falsely accused you of attacking him, we'd also have evidence proving he sexually harassed you first!"
But this Yuan Zhiyong probably also often travelled the night road and feared ghosts, and was surprisingly didn't think of calling the cops after being hit. At least that saved him some trouble.
Song JinXing nodded, "Save the video, it may come in useful later."
