Chapter 227: Send Him Away

"Why do I feel there's more to his words? Something's off."

After Zang Tianshuo left with Siqin Gerile, Sun Yanzi, who had also sensed something was wrong, leaned close to the man's ear and whispered: "And that female singer, why does she seem less like a student and more like his wife?"

"Be confident. That female singer named Siqin Gerile is his concubine."

"Oh, no wonder. Concubine—hmm?"

Sun Yanzi, instantly realizing what he meant, widened her eyes in an instant: "Concubine?"

"He has a legal wife and hasn't divorced yet, but this Siqin Gerile has been with him for a long time. Basically, everyone in the capital's entertainment circle knows this female student is his mistress."

Zhou Yi flicked the special business card Zang Tianshuo had left with his finger, his tone somewhat contemptuous: "This person seems used to bullying others, even daring to reach out to me."

Even if he used Qian Jiang's backside to think, he could figure out what Zang Tianshuo meant: knowing he was holding two concerts in the capital, he just wanted a share of the pie.

Just considering Zang Tianshuo's brain-dead moves, if placed anywhere else, people would call him an idiot.

Yet in reality, this person is exactly this lawless, and after everything, he can still appear on the Spring Festival Gala, receive the Artist Contribution Award, become a teacher, and flirt with all kinds of women.

Even Zhou Haimei, the childhood goddess of a generation, had rumors spread about her with him.

Relying on the power behind him and used to bullying others, Zang Tianshuo is no longer the cautious singer he once was.

"Is this really okay? I heard people value Zhou Yi's background. Besides, his reputation in the mainland music scene is very high now; he even scolded Chow Yun-fat into having no roles, and the entire Hong Kong circle dares not provoke him."

Night, Zang Tianshuo's other home.

Siqin Gerile looked at Zang Tianshuo, who was smoking, her tone somewhat worried.

"Chow Yun-fat is nothing; I even beat Anita Mui."

Zang Tianshuo, blowing smoke rings, spoke with great disdain: "That group of cowards in the Hong Kong circle are scared of everything all day long; in the end, the big sister of the Hong Kong circle, known as the Daughter of Hong Kong, Anita Mui, was beaten by me, yet she could only leave in disgrace."

Completely omitting that he was later retaliated against by Anita Mui when he went to Hong Kong to play, Zang Tianshuo put on a huge show in front of his woman.

Is his Zhou Yi very awesome?

I, Zang Tianshuo, am the number one in the mainland music scene!

He scolded Chow Yun-fat into losing endorsements and being softly blacklisted? What's that? Would he dare to physically hit Chow Yun-fat?

I, Zang Tianshuo, dare to physically hit Anita Mui.

Real men never rely on mouth skills; true results are seen in action.

Zang Tianshuo, who inherently likes the triad way of handling things, is very contemptuous of Zhou Yi.

A kid from a poor county; so what if he graduated from Peking University? There are many Peking University graduates. The Shui Mu Nian Hua group, which graduated from neighboring Tsinghua, has to pay protection fees to hold a concert in the capital.

What's the use of being valued by several CCTV leaders? He has the Artist Contribution Award officially issued by the government, a legitimate old artist with status.

And Xinhua Bookstore? Is Xinhua Bookstore that powerful?

It's as if no one has a background. Besides, Warner only just entered the mainland not long ago; they haven't developed any connections yet.

He, Zang Tianshuo, has been able to bully others in the capital for so many years; if his protective umbrella behind him wasn't hard enough, he would have been sent away eight hundred years ago.

Do you really think that after he extorted and blackmailed those artists holding concerts in the capital each time, he kept all the money for himself? Is Zhou Yi willing to give away huge sums of money to people every year like him?

"Don't think I'm bragging; even if Jackie Chan holds a concert on my turf, I can make him cut off a piece of flesh." When Zang Tianshuo, cigarette in mouth, said this, he suddenly felt a surge of heroism in his heart.

This is the Jianghu!

Zang Tianshuo greatly enjoys this feeling of having high status and prestige in the Jianghu.

Zhou Yi wants to hold a concert in the capital; he is very happy;

but if Zhou Yi doesn't give him a share of the meat, he is very unhappy.

……………………………………

"Why is this person like this?"

Night, Warner, General Manager's Office.

As one of the witnesses to the Zang Tianshuo incident, after learning what kind of person this fat man with a fierce face was, Sun Yanzi immediately scoffed at him.

"No rush; I have heard of this person, Zang Tianshuo."

Zhou Jianhui, whose face showed no change despite the fact that he had just set the concert date and was immediately approached by Zang Tianshuo, said: "At the end of the day, he's just a gangster; I've seen them before."

As someone who experienced the peak period of triad power in the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles, Zhou Jianhui would have no major emotional fluctuations regarding this.

The triads in Taiwan and Hong Kong in the past were much more ruthless than those in the mainland; Zang Tianshuo is not hard to deal with. Outside the capital, he is just a worm, simply propped up by people behind him.

"A-Yi, you don't need to worry about this matter; I will handle it personally."

As the General Manager, Zhou Jianhui, regardless of the situation, intended to first give Zhou Yi a reassurance pill—but upon looking closely, he saw Zhou Yi happily eating a late-night snack, forming a sharp contrast with Qian Jiang, who stood nearby with a solemn face.

"Then I leave it to you, Mr. Zhou; I await good news."

"Qian Jiang, take good care of Zhou Yi during this time."

After learning the ins and outs and giving an instruction, Zhou Jianhui also quickly left the office.

"A-Yi, why don't you contact Zhao Benshan? I heard he has quite a reputation in this regard. Besides, according to Yanzi, didn't you get Zhao Benshan's contact information? Talk to him and ask him to step in and help?"

Qian Jiang, the all-knowing person across the two shores and three regions, quickly thought of the Sketch King, whose reputation was also rising.

"Why ask him? To waste a favor for no reason?"

Zhou Yi, stuffing a roasted duck wrap into his mouth, mumbled unclearly: "Asking him is not as good as asking my teacher. It's not a lie that I am very welcome at my teacher's place."

"... Even if your teacher is awesome, can he influence all the police or judges in the capital?"

Before the words finished, Qian Jiang's private phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I am Wang Xiaoyu, a journalist. Zhou Yi recommended me to come; I assume he should have explained it to you. If not, you can go and confirm."

From the other end of the phone, Wang Xiaoyu's firm and clear voice came through.

That's right; he has surrendered.

After several days of thinking and reviewing, Wang Xiaoyu, who finally decided to do something proper, officially dialed the phone number Zhou Yi had left before departing.

Qian Jiang, pressing the speaker button, then turned to look at Zhou Yi, who had a strip of cucumber in his mouth and raised an eyebrow at him: "Have you thought about sending Zang Tianshuo away for good?"

Qian Jiang: "..."

Sun Yanzi, chewing on a cucumber like a hamster, also stopped chewing, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at Zhou Yi on the sofa, who had just offered to send Zang Tianshuo away, utterly dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)