Chapter 208

The late-night street food stall was bustling with noise.

The weather was still a bit cold, but it couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the diners at all.

The stir-fry stove buzzed like an airplane engine, the chef skillfully tossed the large ladle, and various ingredients, under the cooperation of his two hands, flipped up and down like works of art, choking out bursts of 'wok hei'.

The waiter grabbed two large plates of tempting stir-fried dishes with both hands simultaneously.

Biting a toothpick.

He swayed as he passed through the tables.

His slippers made a 'slap slap' sound as he arrived at a table in the corner and placed them down with a 'clang': "Delicious food is here! Stir-fried beef brisket with salted mustard greens, salt and pepper snake segments—you'll keep coming back for more after one bite!"

There was almost no environment to speak of, and the service wasn't worth mentioning.

But often, these small street-side shops.

Could make fresh and delicious food.

"Thanks!"

Wu Jing casually opened a bottle of beer and poured it into a glass with a 'gudu gudu' sound: "A friend brought me to this place twice; the taste is very good. He always says you'll 'make a sound' after eating it."

"'Make a sound'!"

Li Luo repeated the other party's Cantonese and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Don't eat it."

He looked at Wu Yu, who was trying to reach out with her chopsticks, and shook his head: "You just eat the stir-fried rice noodles; these two things aren't suitable."

"Why?"

Wu Yu looked at the dishes before her and couldn't help but swallow.

They looked crystal clear.

Sticky and soft.

And stir-fried with mustard greens and chili, very suitable for her taste.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

Li Luo picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Wu Jing's.

When he turned his head back, Wu Yu's mouth was already chewing with a 'paji paji' sound, eating it with such delight: "Brother Luo, don't underestimate people; we Xiang girls are tough, there's nothing we can't accept!"

"Not bad, really delicious."

While speaking, she picked up another piece and put it in her mouth: "What exactly is this?"

Li Luo and Wu Jing exchanged glances.

Unanimously agreeing.

It was better not to tell the other party the answer.

"Brother Jing, I'll toast you."

Li Luo drank the beer in his glass and grabbed the bottle to pour more: "To be honest, you're still my idol; that segment where you broke into the tower in 'Taiji Master' back then was too cool!"

"Is that so?"

Wu Jing, hearing this, smiled until his eyebrows danced: "That's great, let's have another one, brother."

With a 'bang'.

Another glass of beer went down.

This guy's actions and demeanor were all tinged with the heroism of a martial artist.

"If only you could stay in Hong Kong for a while longer."

Wu Jing picked up a segment of snake and bit into it with a 'kazi kazi' sound: "Sometimes I'm really quite bored; I can't find anyone to drink with. Actually, have you considered staying long-term?"

"With your foundation."

He looked at Li Luo and couldn't help but sigh: "To be honest, many people from the mainland who come to Hong Kong to fight dream of this."

Starting with big productions.

Being the lead.

And having a good relationship with the investors.

And just now, Hong Tianming even called to invite them for a late-night snack, but was instead invited over by Li Luo.

Wu Jing couldn't be more envious of this kind of thing.

He saw some things very clearly; don't look at Hong Tianming just being a host, or playing various supporting roles in movies and TV shows, usually acting like a loafer, hanging around everywhere.

But he couldn't help the fact that this 'Hong' surname was solid enough.

As long as you build a good relationship with the other party, you will naturally be regarded as one of their own by the Hong Kong circle.

After entering the circle.

Everything will become smooth sailing.

"Brother Jing."

Li Luo naturally understood what he meant and smiled, raising his glass to signal:

"I think you might as well take a long-term view; our mainland market will definitely get better and better. Maybe in a few years, it will be others rushing to integrate into our circle."

"Haha."

Wu Jing smiled with a bitter face and clinked glasses heavily with him: "I certainly hope for such a day, but I'm not like you."

"I'm not from a professional background; only martial arts dramas look for me in the mainland."

"Actually, you can feel it too."

He downed the beer and wiped his wet chin: "The martial arts drama market has already started to shrink; heroes have been flying everywhere these past few years. If I don't try a new path, it's easy to be beaten to death."

Li Luo looked at Wu Jing in surprise.

He didn't expect his vision to be quite good.

The martial arts drama market had indeed started to decline from this year; without big IPs or big casts, there was basically no room for development.

No other reason.

Simply because people were tired of watching it!

The explosive popularity of 'Sui Tang Heroes' could actually be considered a sign.

The tastes for traditional martial arts dramas could gradually no longer satisfy the audience's preferences; later dramas that became popular basically had to have some romance or fantasy elements, otherwise, it was very difficult to break through the siege.

"If I stay in the mainland."

Wu Jing curled his lips and picked up a large piece of beef brisket: "Tell me, what else can I film? The details you performed just now through the wire fence—I find it very difficult to do that now."

Someone like him, who started with martial arts, must have a sense of crisis.

Finding opportunities to make breakthroughs and exercise his acting skills while there was still a chance—this was also the reason he chose to head to Hong Kong in the first place.

Unlike Li Luo.

No problems with drama, and martial arts were also OK.

The space for maneuvering was quite sufficient, so he wouldn't be stuck on one path to the end.

"Military dramas?"

Li Luo could see the other party was a bit lost and picked up a snake segment.

"Ah?"

Wu Jing was blank for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "I'm seeking a breakthrough, not trying to find a way to run on a small track; besides, do I look that old?"

Li Luo laughed immediately.

He couldn't blame the other party for saying such things; currently, the youth military drama market was basically a blank slate.

What was broadcast on TV was basically the type like 'Passionate Burning Years'.

Even if there were those focusing on small characters.

They were all sitcoms like 'Cooking Class Stories'.

It wasn't until 'Soldiers Sortie' burst onto the scene that people slowly started to dig into this subject matter.

This sentence from Wu Jing.

He would have to tease him well in the future.

He didn't continue to persuade him; without the accumulation of these few years in Hong Kong, it was hard to say whether the other party would have his future achievements. Everything requires tempering to gain true growth.

"Wow, don't wait for us!"

While the two were chatting, a group of people led by Hong Tianming walked over noisily.

Besides him.

There were also familiar faces like She Shiman and Xie Tianhua.

It was simply a collection of Hong Kong drama characters.

This movement made the three people who were eating stand up to welcome them.

"Sit, sit, sit."

Rubbing his hands, one of the 'ugly-handsome' men took off his baseball cap and smiled until his face was full of wrinkles: "Everyone is a friend, no need to be so polite. By the way, I'm Chen Xiaochun."

"Tang Yingying."

The girl holding She Shiman smiled at Li Luo and Wu Jing: "Should have said earlier there were two big handsome guys here; we should have come earlier!"

'Pheasant Brother' was too familiar.

Tang Yingying behind was a familiar face in Hong Kong dramas; the one that left an impression on Li Luo was Liu Pipa in the Hong Kong version of 'Investiture of the Gods'.

"Chin Ka-lok."

Another man with a square face introduced himself.

His name wasn't prominent.

But the other party was also a familiar face—'Big Head' in 'Young and Dangerous', also a golden supporting actor in many movies and TV shows; he was an early member of the Hong family class, later establishing his own Qian family class.

He was a very powerful martial arts director.

This was the reason Wu Jing envied Li Luo just now; Hong Tianming could pull out a few people at random, and all of them were people of status in the circle.

Although Wu Jing had a gold-medal manager.

But Huang Bogao was more involved in the music field, and his influence in the film and television circle was relatively poor; otherwise, he wouldn't have been held back by a few creators. If it were a veteran filmmaker, there would be no room for others to speak.

Now that there was an opportunity to make friends in the film and television industry.

Wu Jing reached out to shake hands politely.

Li Luo wasn't idle either, greeting the familiar faces one by one with interest.

Freshness.

There would be some, more or less.

But to say he was excited, that wasn't the case.

While they were greeting each other, She Shiman pulled up a chair and sat down beside Li Luo very naturally.

"What are you guys doing?"

Seeing the residual makeup on these people's faces, Li Luo expressed curiosity.

"Just finished recording the Lantern Festival program at TVB."

Hong Tianming rolled up his sleeves and skillfully unpacked a set of bowls and chopsticks: "You're busy, we haven't been idle either; Ah She is the busiest during this period, she's been running to various shopping malls for stationing and commercial performances, making money like crazy."

"Ah She is paying the bill tonight!"

The last sentence revealed his fox tail.

Every time there is a major festival.

Large shopping malls in Hong Kong will do activities.

Inviting stars to station.

She Shiman had indeed been receiving commercial performances until her hands were soft during this period.

Before she could refute.

The other few people followed suit and started a ruckus.

"OK, OK."

She Shiman smiled until her eyes narrowed, but she soon pointed at the food above with disgust: "I have no problem paying the bill, but can you guys order some normal things?"

"This is snake, right?"

"Oh my god, and beef brisket!"

She exclaimed, then looked at Wu Yu, who was eating with delight: "Little Yu, do you really like eating this, or do you not know what this thing is?"

"What is it?"

Wu Yu was blank.

In just a short while, the little assistant put down the beer bottle she had blown dry and reached out with her chopsticks through gritted teeth: "Whatever it is, as long as it's delicious!"

Her mouth was tough, but her chopsticks honestly reached for the vegetables.

Making everyone laugh.

Laughing aside, under Li Luo's lead, they reached out one after another toward that plate of beef brisket.

Those who felt disgusted also picked up some mustard greens.

Can't lose the momentum even if you lose the person.

When Li Luo ordered food just now, he went straight for the 'lower three roads'; the women hurriedly called the boss to add some normal dishes, while the men exchanged 'hehe' smiles, eating with great relish.

Seeing Li Luo eating as if it were just for fun, constantly picking up the chicken testicles in the porcelain plate.

She Shiman first felt a faint twitch in her thighs.

And gritted her teeth to order another portion for him!

Inside the tent of the street-side food stall, a large group of people ate and drank freely; not far away, tabloid reporters frequently raised their cameras, and nearby diners also cast curious glances.

But they soon didn't take it to heart.

In Hong Kong, artists are more treated as a profession.

Novelty and freshness will of course exist.

There are also many star-chasers.

But except for those extremely popular actors and singers, most artists are treated like ordinary people; at most, they go up to ask for a group photo or an autograph, and that's it.

A late-night snack, eaten until nearly two in the morning.

Li Luo gave his little assistant a wink and quietly settled the bill.

Drawing a lot of complaints from Wu Jing and She Shiman.

Miss She again refused Hong Tianming's invitation to sing K, happily took the room card Li Luo had quietly handed her, left the dinner party first, and took a taxi away.

The remaining few finished the remaining wine and dispersed one after another.

Back at the hotel.

Li Luo knocked lightly on the door.

After a 'click', faint footsteps ran quickly toward the master bedroom.

Closing the door.

Li Luo pulled off his jacket casually.

He didn't know if it was because of those ingredients just now, but he really felt a bit hot all over; to use Wu Jing's words just now, he was ready to 'make a sound' at any time!

Arriving at the bedroom, the bed was empty.

The restroom, however, was glowing.

His finger pressed lightly, opening the ajar glass door.

In the large bathtub, a thick layer of dense bubbles rose; She Shiman, who had already become completely bare, was enjoying a bath.

The red wine in the goblet was swirling gently.

Making the woman's already pink face.

Look even more flushed.

Her slender neck was covered in sweat beads; after a short distance down from her exquisite collarbone, it drew a full curve, but unfortunately, the peak of this curve was covered by the cotton-white foam.

Resulting in not being able to see the full picture.

Crossing the ocean of foam, her plump thighs were bent.

Extremely moist and lustrous.

"Sorry, I've been too busy lately."

She Shiman swiped the foam on her chest and took a small sip of red wine: "The company scheduled all the activities for after the New Year; I only managed to squeeze out some time after recording the program tonight."

"Otherwise, I would have come to pay you New Year greetings long ago!"

"It's okay."

Li Luo skillfully threw his clothes into the laundry basket on the side and went to the shower area nearby to rinse off quickly: "Just yesterday, I even saw you attending a jewelry store opening on TV."

"I didn't expect you to be a little rich woman, able to afford a diamond necklace worth several million."

"I wish."

She Shiman looked straight at the water mist sprayed from the shower head hitting Li Luo's strong muscles and couldn't help but swallow: "That was provided by the event organizer; I barely managed to grab a spot."

"And I even grabbed the qualification to wear the most expensive one."

Speaking of this, she lifted her chin proudly, as if that were something very worth being proud of.

"This still needs grabbing?"

Li Luo pulled down a towel to wipe himself.

"Of course." Watching the strong body walk toward her, She Shiman slowly exhaled the wine vapor: "Resources are often fixed; if you don't grab them, others will—dresses, jewelry, standing positions."

"As long as you can stand out, someone will grab them."

"If you don't grab."

Her gaze followed Li Luo's golden mace as it slowly rose, and she said urgently: "How can there be a day to get ahead."

For that fleeting moment of glamour in front of the stage.

Various actresses need to engage in extremely complex infighting.

Vanity fair, after all~

Sometimes sitting in the wrong position at an awards ceremony.

Can bring about ruthless suppression.

The entertainment circle seems star-studded, as if filled with all the beauty in the world, but behind the scenes, it is a bloody gladiator arena.

She Shiman stopped talking about these things; she picked up half a glass of red wine.

And poured it onto the golden mace.

Bringing on a crimson color.

Making it look even more ferocious.

She Shiman, who had won a complete victory in the Spring Festival commercial performances, took a deep breath.