Chapter 88: Checking

Chen Bisong should only be considered a second-rate artist in Hong Kong. She is still not as good as the popular big names. However, because of her young age, her future development is unlimited. If you have the opportunity to shoot a good movie, it is very likely to be very popular.

"How much is your salary now?" Fan Wubing poured himself another glass of wine, and asked Chen Bisong while eating and drinking with the snails.

"A TV series has 20,000 Hong Kong dollars per episode, and the movie is usually 800,000 yuan." Chen Bisong answered Fan Wubing's question and asked with a chuckle, "Why, are you willing to double your salary? Then I can consider leaving Huacheng and going to your new Silk Road to develop."

"If it's a ten-year contract, I can agree to this immediately." Fan Wubing was not vague and immediately offered his own price.

Ten years? Chen Bisong shook his head and thought to himself that his youthful years were only ten years. Should he sell them to the big boy in front of him? But he has been targeted by Cheng Kun, and he is afraid he will be unable to sleep or eat when he returns to Hong Kong. How can he still have the intention to seek development? It is better to stay in the mainland, at least the salary now looks relatively high!

However, Chen Bisong didn't know much about Fan Wubing's new Silk Road Entertainment Company, and did not know whether they had the ability to shoot blockbusters with their strength and background. It was hard to say about TV series. But I heard that they have always aimed at entering the music industry, and most of their artists are singers. How could they suddenly become interested in film and television dramas?

Chen Bisong then asked Fan Wubing the question.

"This matter sounds more complicated." Fan Wubing scratched his hair, not knowing how to speak.

After all, it is too amazing to tell the story of buying satellites with Americans. With Chen Bisong's knowledge, he may not be able to accept a big and huge rich man sitting in front of him. You should know that the Asian Satellite Company has been waiting for more than six years to prepare an Asian Satellite One, but it was decided by just a slap in the head. The gap is really too big.

However, since Chen Bisong asked, he was embarrassed to lie to her, so he picked up some irrelevant things to tell her, "Actually, I want to get involved in film and television production and music, mainly because by the middle of next year, I may have satellite broadcast resources. At that time, many TV stations will come to rent this satellite service. So, instead of being cheaper for others, I should do it myself slowly."

Satellite resources?! The image of Fan Wubing in Chen Bisong's eyes suddenly became taller.

Satellite resources are amazing! How much effort did the Li family in Hong Kong put into building satellite TV? How much effort did it take? It has been more than a year since it has been working on it. Even though it is restricted by the other three cable TV media and cannot develop its business in a large manner, it is worth the price. Not to mention, Murdoch of News Corporation has always been very interested in the Li family's satellite TV and has recently become more intent to acquire it.

As Chen Bisong, who is hanging around in the entertainment industry, he is quite familiar with these situations, but this level is a bit too high, and she just listens to the big names in the circle mentioning them casually while chatting.

But no matter what, if Fan Wubing can master satellite resources, it would be very simple to influence the operation of some TV stations. What's more, it seems that Fan Wubing has a relatively large private influence in the mainland.

However, Chen Bisong, who was moved, was still a little worried. "I signed a two-year contract with Huacheng, and it is still several months away from expiration. And I also talked about renewal earlier, so I'm afraid this matter is not easy to handle."

"This matter is easy to do." Fan Wubing laughed, "Isn't it just an entertainment company? I'll find someone to do it. Unless they don't want to get involved in Hong Kong, they have to agree. Don't think that with the underworld, you can threaten the artists unscrupulously. When it's 1997, the first thing you need to crack down on is their scum!"

"Our boss is pretty good, at least he knows how to maintain his company's artists." Chen Bisong defended.

"The world is as dark as crows, probably it's not time to black you yet." Fan Wubing accused him irresponsibly.

"Then are your crow white or black?" Chen Bisong's mind was still very fast, and he immediately used Fan Wubing's statement to rush him to the army.

Uh? Fan Wubing had never thought about this problem. When he heard Chen Bisong say this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and couldn't help but smile, "Of course, it's also relatively dark. If the heart is not black, no one will chase him. If the boss is not black, the business will definitely be boasted. If the leader is not black, hehe, that's not what he is now."

Chen Bisong thought about it and asked, "How do you plan to talk to our company?"

"I don't need to come forward in person for such a small matter, right?" Fan Wubing's stomach was full, leaned lazily on the sofa, crossing his legs, "I have friends in Hong Kong, just tell them to say hello. If the other party doesn't buy it, then there is no need to talk to them."

"What should I do if I don't talk about it? They have a contract-" Chen Bisong thought to himself, of course you are not in a hurry, but the contract I signed with the company for two years has not expired. If someone takes out the contract and sued me, he will definitely lose money and may even get involved in a prison lawsuit. The most important thing is that the failure to comply with the contract is very serious for artists. If this precedent is set, few people will be willing to use you to film in the future. Is there no integrity!

Fan Wubing waved his hand coolly, "It's not that serious. At most, I will spend two dollars to go to the United States to hire a few killers. Just click, it's over, and there will be no future problems."

Of course, Chen Bisong didn't think Fan Wubing was serious about saying this. She rolled her eyelids and said to him, "Did you shoot the gangsters at that time? You are also an international killer. The Hong Kong police's crackdown on criminal crimes is very powerful! Hurry up and put away your thoughts that are unrealistic!"

"Tsk! You don't know!" Fan Wubing also drank a little and said with a sneer, "I have watched too many TV series on TV! Of course, you don't know that less than three percent of all the crimes in Hong Kong can be solved. Even among these three percent, it is hard to say how many cases are not blind cats and dead rats, or find someone to take the blame! Do you really think that the so-called Hong Kong Royal Police are all wise and powerful, and can a small revolver be able to convince the criminals?"

Three percent? Not so! Chen Bisong obviously didn't know the specific number and was stunned.

In fact, the Hong Kong police claimed that the case-solving rate was 25%, which is obviously very watery. The case-solving rate of one-quarter is almost just talking lies with your eyes open, and many headless cases were automatically ignored by them. As for the three-percent that Fan Wubing said, it was secretly revealed by insiders before. Therefore, although Fan Wubing had a lot of time, he was unwilling to go to Hong Kong. At least before the return of 1997, he was still unwilling to go there.

Under the control of the British Hong Kong government, the collusion between the police and the underworld is quite serious. The battle between many communities, that is, the underworld groups, is turned a blind eye. Even normal social conflict cases are often not resolved. Many cases are not even recorded in the archives. The 25% case resolution rate is exaggerated by many times, without any actual reference value.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. I will send a note to your company tomorrow, and I will leave your people behind. I guarantee that they will not dare to give one." Fan Wubing said to Chen Bisong, who was confused, with great confidence.

However, it seemed that Chen Bisong could no longer support her, and the alcohol had spread. She fell asleep leaning against the sofa.

"Oh, the power of this wine is quite powerful." Fan Wubing took the bottle and looked at it, shook his head, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

But then, he was a little hesitant and could not let Chen Bisong lie on the sofa and sleep. You should know that although this place is softer, it is not conducive to restoring physical fatigue, so he planned to take Chen Bisong back to the room.

Chen Bisong is quite tall, looking 1.7 meters tall. If you wear high heels, you can basically compete with Fan Wubing now. Of course, in a few years, Fan Wubing will definitely grow to about 1.78 meters tall.

Fan Wubing picked up Chen Bisong from the sofa and felt that her body was very soft and comfortable to hold it. Although she was 1.7 meters tall, her weight was only 100 kilograms. Fan Wubing couldn't help but curl her lips, thinking that she didn't know how these people grew up.

He lowered his head and sniffed it. A faint body fragrance accompanied by the fragrance of Muceles penetrated deeply into Fan Wubing's nostrils. The mixed aroma made Fan Wubing feel a little drunk.

Everyone was drunk without being drunk, and everyone was confused without being charming. Fan Wubing shook his head, carried Chen Bisong into the bedroom, put it down on the big bed, then helped her remove her shoes, and then peeled off her coat without hesitation, leaving only her close-fitting underwear and petticoat skirt, and then pulled a thin quilt to cover her.

"Well, I'm drunk again tonight." Fan Wubing burped and shook his head hard. He felt that he couldn't hold on anymore. He fell to Chen Bisong's side, pulled a corner of the quilt, and fell asleep so deeply.

After a while, Chen Bisong opened his eyes, looked at Fan Wubing, who was sleeping like a dead pig, wrinkled his little nose slightly, turned his head, supported his body with his arms, looked at him seriously for a while, then sighed, covered him with his quilt, and went to the room next door.

Fan Wubing slept for a dark and dark place. He was awakened by a violent knock on the door.

"Who? I started to report the death early in the morning?!" Fan Wubing rubbed his eyelids, feeling that the drunkenness of last night had not completely dissipated. He held his confused head and found his shoes. After putting it on, he walked out lazily, walked through the living room, opened the door, but found that three policemen were standing outside.

At this time, the police were wearing the 89-style public security uniform. The olive green uniform made Fan Wubing think that he had encountered a migrant worker, but it took him a long time to react and the police came to the door.

"Who are you looking for?" Fan Wubing asked, blocking the door.

He felt very strange in his heart. How could there be policemen entering and leaving such a high-end hotel? Did something happen? But what does it have to do with him?

"Police check, please cooperate." A policeman said to Fan Wubing without hesitation.

"Check rounds? What room to check?!" Fan Wubing was stunned. He wanted to go out for so many years and had never encountered anything similar. How could the police find the presidential suite even after checking rounds?

However, the police did not give Fan Wubing time to think, and went directly to cross Fan Wubing and rushed inside.

What's wrong! Fan Wubing's head became clearer, and he stopped the policeman, and then asked, "This is a high-end hotel. You dare to break in and do whatever you want?! I suspect you are fake policemen! Take the ID and let me check it out?!"

"Check the ball! I'll handcuff you first!" A policeman was very angry. Seeing that Fan Wubing didn't cooperate, he immediately became angry. He came up and threw out a pair of handcuffs and reached out to grab Fan Wubing's wrist.

Fan Wubing was also annoyed. I was sleeping well in the room, so you came to harass me. How could you feel?

Seeing that this policeman actually wanted to come over to handcuff himself, Fan Wubing became more and more angry. You didn’t report any way you came to handcuff people. Isn’t this brutal law enforcement? Maybe there is no law enforcement procedures! If you change to a soft persimmon, you will endure it, but who is Fan Wubing? He beat the police at the age of three, and it is even more awesome at this time. How could he take the three policemen seriously?

So Fan Wubing shook his wrist and wrapped the arm of the policeman who was about to handcuff him. He pulled him over with one pull and pulled him over, but his other hand pulled his handcuffs over and handed his right hand directly to the metal handle of the door.

"You dare to call yourself a policeman just these two things? I suspect you are fake policemen! Now take out your certificate and law enforcement certificate, otherwise I would be polite!" Fan Wubing stopped another policeman who was about to rush in and advised righteously.

A policeman was handcuffed and was looking for the key in his pocket with his left hand. However, because the key was in the pocket on the right, it was inconvenient to take it out with his left hand and he could not take it out. And one of the two outsides was about to rush inside, while the other had not yet reacted and was in a daze.

After they realized that Fan Wubing had handcuffed a colleague, the two rushed up at the same time, trying to subdue Fan Wubing.

Unfortunately, they were too sarcastic to see Fan Wubing's skills. It would be fine if they didn't move, but they gave Fan Wubing an excuse to deal with them as soon as they moved.

"Damn! You dare to hit someone as a policeman! It's a shame-" Fan Wubing shouted, and quickly moved. With his left hand and his right hand, he pulled the two policemen into one place. The two heads hit each other, and he suddenly fainted.

Fan Wubing was not polite now, and found handcuffs from their bodies. The policeman who had been handcuffed to the door had directly handcuffed the ankles and wrists of the three people. The three pairs of handcuffs just connected them into a circle, and they couldn't even move, let alone running away.

Then Fan Wubing searched out the keys of the handcuffs, walked directly into the room, and prepared to flush into the toilet in the bathroom.

"Dare you not being able to get along with me? That's not to make a fuss about yourself!" Fan Wubing pushed the bathroom door, and a clattering sound came from inside. His eyes were so good that he immediately saw Chen Bisong taking a shower under the nozzle.

"Ah——" Chen Bisong immediately covered his chest and lower body and screamed.
Chapter completed!