lerbook Chapter 212 Apology
Chapter 212 Apology
When the yellow dog was taken away, it was still in a nightclub in Mong Kok.
He had met up with some friends from the industry for drinks tonight. After a few glasses of whiskey, he was talking loudly in a booth, his arm around the shoulder of the hostess next to him, and his smile was tinged with drunkenness.
"Brother Huang, someone is looking for you outside."
The waiter bent down and leaned closer, speaking in a very low voice.
The yellow dog frowned, pushed away the woman in his arms, stood up and walked out.
As I approached the door, two men in black suits stood in the corridor, one on the left and one on the right, their faces expressionless.
"Yellow Dog, Mr. Yang wants to see you."
"Mr. Yang?"
Yellow Dog sobered up halfway.
"Now?"
"Now."
Two men stood in front of him, one behind the other, leaving him no choice.
When Huang Gou was put into the car, he took out his phone to make a call, but the person next to him reached out and pressed his hand down.
"Yellow Dog, we'll give you a chance to call when we arrive."
The car drove through the night, the neon lights outside the window casting long trails of light on the glass.
The yellow dog leaned back in the chair, its expression gradually shifting from initial panic to gloom.
He knew why Yang Shoucheng had sought him out.
He didn't take the afternoon's events seriously, thinking it was just a minor actor from mainland China being beaten up, and what kind of trouble could it cause?
But now it seems he underestimated the significance of this matter.
The car stopped in front of the hotel.
The elevator goes straight to the top floor. The corridor is covered with dark gray carpet, and the wall lamps emit a dim yellow light.
The conference room door opened, and Yang Shoucheng sat at the end of the long table, a cigar between his fingers, with several cigarette butts already in the ashtray in front of him.
Huo Wenxi stood beside him, holding his phone, having just hung up some call.
"Yang Sheng".
Empress Huang stood at the door.
Yang Shoucheng raised his head, glanced at him, and said nothing, but simply gestured with his chin toward the chair opposite him.
The yellow dog wobbled over and sat down.
"Yellow Dog, how many years have you been in this business?"
Yang Shoucheng spoke, his voice not loud.
"It's been over twenty years."
"More than twenty years."
Yang Shoucheng repeated the number, placed the cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and leaned back in his chair.
"After more than 20 years, you should know what you can and cannot do."
The yellow dog's lips moved as if it wanted to say something, but Yang Shoucheng raised his hand to interrupt it.
"You hit someone from the Dawn."
The owner of Chenxi is downstairs right now, waiting for you to come and apologize.
He paused, his gaze falling on the yellow dog's face.
"Kneel down and apologize."
The yellow dog's face flushed red instantly, and it stood up abruptly.
"Kneel down?! I, Huang Gou, have been in this industry for over twenty years, and you expect me to kneel down and apologize to some little girl from the mainland?"
"sit down."
Yang Shoucheng's voice wasn't loud, but Huang Gou's words were stuck in his throat as if he were being choked.
He stood there, his chest heaving violently, the muscles in his face taut.
Huo Wenxi spoke up from the side, his voice calm.
"Yellow Dog, the Star River Cinema of Dawn accounts for 20% of the mainland market."
The owner of Morning Light said that if he doesn't get a satisfactory explanation, Galaxy Cinemas will ban the screening of Hong Kong films in the future.
If Dawn Bans Hong Kong Films, the entire Hong Kong film industry will suffer.
Do you think anyone will still be on your side then?
The yellow dog's face changed from red to white, and then from white to green.
He slowly sat back down in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"Yang Sheng..."
Yang Shoucheng picked up his cigar again, took a puff, and the smoke rose between the two of them.
"You were the one who was wrong in this matter."
Don't you know that Miss Yang is a member of Chenxi?
You still can't control your foul mouth.
Moreover, they not only harassed the other party, but also dared to physically assault them.
You have to give me this explanation today, whether you like it or not.
Otherwise, you won't be able to make a living in either Hong Kong or mainland China.
"I!"
"Although Hong Kong has been much more peaceful in the past two years, there are still people who can make you disappear without a trace."
The yellow dog sat on the chair, its expression changing from flushed to ashen, then from ashen to an indescribable color mixed with fear and humiliation.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
"I...will go."
When those two words came out of his mouth, it was as if they were being forced out of his chest.
Yang Shoucheng nodded and stood up.
"Let's go. Don't keep them waiting too long."
The door to Yang Rong's room was open.
Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa, while Guo Zhenni massaged him.
Yang Rong sat next to him. The ice pack on her face had been changed, and the redness and swelling had subsided a bit, but it was still noticeable.
When the door was pushed open, she instinctively sat up straight.
A yellow dog stood at the door.
No one spoke in the room.
Huo Wenxi stood by the door and winked at two men in black suits in the corridor. They stepped back and closed the door.
The yellow dog walked in.
His steps were slow, each step feeling like he was walking on cotton.
He stopped three steps away from Yang Rong.
Then he bent his knees.
When my knee hit the floor, it made a dull thud.
"Miss Yang."
The yellow dog's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against its throat.
"I was wrong about what happened today."
I shouldn't have said those things, and I certainly shouldn't have hit anyone.
sorry."
"Thump!"
The yellow dog knelt on the ground, its forehead pressed against the cold floor, frozen in place and motionless.
Yang Rong sat on the sofa, her gaze shifting from the yellow dog to Fu Yibai's face, and then back again.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't utter a single word.