Chapter 170 0169 [The Moment to Witness the Acting Skills! ] (Thanks to "Lele Xiaoxiao Nini" For the Reward!)

"who is he?"

"What the hell is he talking about?!"

"What people in Shek Kip Mei want to drink water?"

Everyone in the audience looked at Shi Zhijian on the stage in astonishment.

Shao Daheng heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he admired Shi Zhijian very much, his appreciation did not mean that Shi Zhijian could act recklessly.

But suddenly, Shao Daheng seemed to think of something, couldn't help his pupils constricted, and looked at Shi Zhijian again, going through Shi Zhijian's words and deeds from beginning to end in his mind.

If he has been planning for a long time, he has been acting from the very beginning, and all the high-level talks about Hong Kong movies are all fake, all of which are hidden intentions, smoke bombs to let everyone relax their vigilance, and the real purpose is to be on the stage for a second, then The young man was too frightening.

Zou Wenhuai also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Shi Zhijian said this sentence instead of ""The One-armed Sword" is mine!"

Zhou Duwen, who was standing not far behind Shi Zhijian, was a little disappointed. His reaction just now was so good. Shi Zhijian came on stage to snatch the microphone. How panicked and innocent he was, but Shi Zhijian said such a nonsensical remark.

Zhou Duwen has always been jealous of Zou Wenhuai, this time he managed to take advantage of Zou Wenhuai's big mistake and seize his production manager's seat.

Zhou Duwen knew his ability, compared with Zou Wenhuai, he was lacking in courage and energy.

So Zhou Duwen also knew very well that Zou Wenhuai's relegation by Shao Daheng this time was only temporary. As long as Shao Daheng was in a better mood, or Zou Wenhuai was more obedient, he would be able to return to his post soon, and he, It's just a few days to act as the acting prince.

In order to be able to really sit down in this seat, in order to be able to truly become the second in command of Shaw Brothers, Zhou Duwen must step down Zou Wenhuai no matter what, so that he will never stand up again.

It is a good opportunity for Shi Zhijian to go on stage and snatch the microphone. If Shi Zhijian suddenly announces that he has bought out the movie "One Armed Sword" at this time, Shao Daheng will lose face and Zou Wenhuai will also be blamed. Kill two birds with one stone, why not Why not?

But now, Shi Zhijian said that "people in Shi Kip Mei want to drink water", what the hell is this? !

Apart from those big shots and stars, there were countless media at the scene.

The media's sense of smell has always been very sensitive, and a person who suddenly appeared and said such a sentence, what secrets are hidden in it, immediately aroused countless people's interest.

Crackling!

Spotlight flashed!

Film this scene on stage.

Some reporters couldn't wait to pick up a pen and write down the words "People in Shikipwei want to drink water" on it, as if these words were some kind of Morse code, full of magical mysteries.

Looking at Shi Zhijian on the stage again, after saying the words just now, his body swayed a little, as if he had drunk too much wine and looked slightly tipsy.

"Sorry, I drank too much!" Shi Zhijian turned around and returned the microphone to Zhou Duwen, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you!"

Zhou Duwen was taken aback, and said to himself, what are you thanking me for? He suddenly understood that Shi Zhijian had sinister intentions, making himself look like his accomplice.

Shi Zhijian turned around and got off the stage. Because of "drunkness", he staggered and almost fell.

Zheng Shaoqiu hurried up to help.

Shi Zhijian waved to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm really drunk! Qiu Zai, help me go home!"

Zheng Shaoqiu helped him to go outside, and complained in his mouth: "You can't drink so much, so don't drink so much! Look at how you look now, you are so embarrassing!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shi Zhijian left the banquet hall, but the real drama had just begun.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Paligo, the senior consultant of the Water Supplies Department?"

"May I ask Mr. Perrigo, what do you think of the water shortage in Shek Kip Mei?"

Those media reporters are like thieves, and suddenly "discovered" that among the guests at the banquet tonight there are senior officials from the Water Supplies Administration.

Paligo, a native of Birmingham, England.

Aged 48 this year, he was a senior adviser to the British Water Supplies Department in Hong Kong a year ago.

"I will investigate this issue carefully!"

"Thank you for your attention to our work! I will definitely give an answer tomorrow!"

Paligo responded to every reporter's question very gracefully.

If it is a little out of line, or he can't answer, just use "no comment" to prevaricate.

But even so, those reporters still refused to let him go,

Bai Ligao was depressed. He thought that nothing would happen if he attended a banquet, but he didn't expect the fire to burn himself.

Who is that young man?

Why did he mention Shek Kip Mei?

What the hell is going on here? !

...

Shi Zhijian was helped outside by Zheng Shaoqiu.

Zheng Shaoqiu was still nagging: "If you can't drink, don't drink it, and no one is forcing you? Drinking so much is very harmful to your health! And what you said on stage just now, how come I can't understand it?"

"It's fine if you don't understand, you should concentrate on studying your acting skills!" Shi Zhijian retracted his arm on Zheng Shaoqiu's shoulder.

"Uh, you're not drunk?"

"When was I drunk?"

Shi Zhijian's eyes were clear.

"Eh? Damn it!" Zheng Shaoqiu slapped his thigh, "I forgot to bring candy to my little brothers!"

...

the next day.

Causeway Bay, Tenement House.

Boom boom boom!

Someone knocked on Shi Zhijian's bedroom door.

"Come in!"

Shi Zhijian rubbed his eyes, raised the pillow he was resting on, and leaned against it.

Creak, the door opened.

Shi Yufeng "floated" in like a ghost with disheveled hair.

"Ajian, I had a dream last night. In the dream, I donated the 30,000 yuan I had saved for a long time."

Shi Yufeng sat beside Shi Zhijian's bed, her voice was weak and deep.

Shi Zhijian stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair that covered the elder sister's cheeks, looked into Shi Yufeng's eyes, and said to her in a very sure tone: "No, you didn't dream! You did!"

Shi Yufeng shook her head, "I must not wake up, I'm dreaming! Yes, I must be sleepwalking, otherwise why would I ask you such an idiot question. I want to go back to sleep, don't call me!"

Shi Yufeng slowly "floated" outside the door like a ghost.

After a while, there was a heart-piercing voice: "My 30,000 yuan!"

Shi Zhijian got up, quickly found a ball of cotton, tore it in half, and stuffed it into his ear.

I didn't have breakfast this morning.

In the past, Shi Yufeng would be very active in cooking and making breakfast, for fear that going out to eat would waste money.

At this moment, she was sitting on the chair blankly, her gaze was dull, when Shi Zhijian asked if there was no porridge to eat, she just mechanically pointed outside.

Helpless, Shi Zhijian had no choice but to take Bao'er downstairs, found a porridge shop nearby, and ordered a basket of char siu buns, a basket of shrimp dumplings, and two bowls of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

Bao'er ate the barbecued pork buns, wiped her greasy mouth with the back of her hand, raised her head and asked Shi Zhijian, "Why isn't mom cooking today?"

"She's in a bad mood." Shi Zhijian took a mouthful of porridge with a spoon, and flipped through today's "Ming Pao" with the other hand.

"Mom, why is she in a bad mood?"

"I lost my money."

"How much did you lose?"

"Thirty thousand."

"How much is thirty thousand?"

"a lot of!"

Shi Zhijian looked away from the newspaper, and seeing Bao'er staring at him with big eyes, her mouth full of greasy oil, he pulled a tissue to help her wipe her small mouth, and said, "Wipe it with a tissue in the future, so it's clean."

Bao'er nodded, opened his mouth to take a bite of the pork bun, and said, "Little uncle, what are you looking at?"

"read newspaper."

"Is the newspaper nice to read?"

"Well, it's pretty good!" Shi Zhijian flipped the newspaper to today's "Social Review" section.

I saw a very blurry photo published on it. In the photo, a ghost was surrounded by many reporters, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Below the photo, there is a bold headline: People of Shek Kip Mei, drink water!

Shi Zhijian smiled, dusted the newspaper with his fingers, folded it, then raised his head and said to Bao'er: "Newspapers are not only beautiful, but also useful!"

...

Hu Juncai received a call from Shi Zhijian early in the morning, and Shi Zhijian only said two words: "Work!"

Hu Juncai, who knew what he was going to do a long time ago, took action immediately, packed up the documents, took the briefcase and left the law firm, waved and stopped a rickshaw under the envious eyes of a group of lawyers, and walked away.

Song Zhaolun, the owner of the law firm, even used Hu Juncai to spur everyone: "Look at his talent, and then look at you! You are also a lawyer, and you also have a job! He works outside the office every day and makes more money than me! What about you? What are you doing sitting here? Refining bigu? Practicing sitting transformation magical skills? Working!"