Name: My father Yuan Mu

Concert backstage.

King Liu was waiting here with his assistant and other performers. Zhao Yong walked over calmly.

"Mr. Zhao, the concert is over now. Isn't it time to settle the bill?" King Liu's assistant said with a smile on his face.

Zhao Yong completely ignored the assistant and walked straight towards King Liu with a smile on his face.

"Lord Liu, would you mind doing me the honor of sharing a simple meal?"

"Mr. Zhao, forget it. I have to catch a flight tonight." King Liu immediately declined.

Who would have thought that Zhao Yong's face would change immediately, and then he showed a forced smile.

"Lord Liu, this is Northeast China, not Hong Kong Island. As the old saying goes, you should sing the songs that suit the place you are. Now that you are in Northeast China, shouldn't you sing some Northeastern songs too?"

This statement is very clear. What it means is that this is the Northeast, not Hong Kong Island, and you have to follow my rules here.

King Liu's expression also changed. He suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the underworld in the past. The man in front of him was obviously not a good person. In fact, he didn't want to hold a concert here. After all, the environment here was too complicated.

But he had no choice. The agency gave him this job, and he was also interested in developing the market in Northeast China. Plus, the other party paid a lot of money, so he came. He didn't expect that the other party would do this after the job was done.

There was nothing wrong with having a meal together, but from what the other party said, I understood that things might not be that simple, and it would not be easy to get the balance back.

King Liu really didn't want to deal with this kind of person. Although the balance was not small, he could still afford it. He made up his mind that he would just give up the balance and he just wanted to leave here quickly.

"Mr. Zhao, I've sung a lot of songs today and my throat is really uncomfortable. How about we do it another day? You can deposit the balance into my account later. I have a plane to catch. I'm sorry." As he said that, King Liu wanted to bypass Zhao Yong and leave directly.

But how could Zhao Yong let him leave so easily? He just waved his hand, and the dozen or so men behind him blocked his way.

King Liu stopped and knew that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully. He knew that he could not afford to offend such a person here, so he forced a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yong walked up to King Liu with a smile.

"Lord Liu, you're leaving like this. Aren't you being too disrespectful to me, Zhao?"

"Of course I have to give Mr. Zhao face, but I do have something to do today. How about Mr. Zhao come to Hong Kong Island another day and I'll treat you?"

Zhao Yong's face instantly turned gloomy.

"I'm calling you the King of Heaven just to give you some face! Don't really think you're the King of Heaven! Remember, this is Northeast China! Not Hong Kong Island!"

"To tell you the truth, you have to go to this meal today, whether you want to or not. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving Northeast China!"

It’s over. King Liu felt sad inside. The thing he was most worried about had happened. He was most afraid of this kind of thing, but it had to happen!

"Mr. Zhao, you see, King Liu has to rush to make an announcement tomorrow, so how about next time..." The assistant stepped forward with an apologetic smile on his face, but was slapped in the face by Zhao Yong before he could finish his words.

"Snapped!"

"Fuck! Who the hell do you think you are? Are you worthy of talking to me?"

The assistant was a woman in her thirties. She had been in this circle for a long time and was mentally very strong, but she still shed tears after being slapped.

"Hey! What are you doing? Why are you hitting people?" King Liu wanted to step forward, but was stopped by several of his younger brothers.

"let me go!"

"Lord Liu, there is an old saying in China, 'He who knows the times is a hero.' What do you think?" Zhao Yong put on a smile again.

"Okay! I'll go with you!" King Liu had no choice but to compromise.

On this side, King Liu was "invited" away, and on the other side, Yuan Zhihao also encountered a similar thing.

As soon as they came out, Yuan Zhihao asked Shen Bin to send Bai Xiaohe back to the hotel. He used the excuse that he wanted to buy something and would be back soon.

Bai Xiaohe was originally very worried, after all, she had just quarreled with someone, and she was worried about Yuan Zhihao, but he dismissed her with a sentence "My father is Yuan Mu".

Bai Xiaohe thought about it carefully and it made sense. How could the son of a high-ranking official be bullied outside? It was good enough that he didn't bully others. Moreover, he had two bodyguards around him. She could vaguely guess that the identities of these two bodyguards were not simple.

Moreover, Yuan Zhihao had already taken her to meet Zhou Zhennan, and she also knew his identity. When she knew Zhou Zhennan's identity, she was even more surprised than when she knew Yuan Mu's identity. It turned out that this guy was the real boss!

Yuan Zhihao's identity is extremely popular. What kind of magical family is she about to marry into?

So she is not worried about Yuan Zhihao's safety now. She is just afraid that Yuan Zhihao will cause trouble, because she also knows many second-generations. She heard that those second-generations are all playboys who cause trouble all day long. She is afraid that Yuan Zhihao will become like that.

But she didn't know that if Yuan Zhihao wanted to become like that, he would have changed a long time ago. Why would he have to wait until now?

The most important thing is that he doesn't dare to do that. If he dares to do that, he swears that Yuan Mu will break his legs.

The real second generation have good family education. The second generation of playboys that Bai Xiaohe knows are basically not the children who are focused on training by the family. They cannot take over the family resources, so the family’s discipline of them is much more relaxed, or it can be said to be a kind of compensation.

Yuan Zhihao didn't leave at all. Instead, he brought the Chu army to a place not far to the side, away from the crowd. He leaned on the railing, smoking a cigarette, and quietly waited for Zhao Yong's men to arrive.

Soon, Xiaowu and a dozen other people came towards this side. They were all wearing black suits and ties, and they were just short of wearing sunglasses.

Xiao Wu showed an arrogant smile and walked up to Yuan Zhihao.

"Fuck! You're so damn brave, you're not running away!"

"Ha! I told you, I'll wait for you here. Where's your boss?" Yuan Zhihao threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it, saying disdainfully.

"You little bastard, who are you talking to?" Before Xiaowu could say anything, a younger brother next to him came forward with an angry face and wanted to attack him.

"Hey! Be more civilized. We are still outside." Xiao Wu directly reached out to stop the younger brother, and then looked at Yuan Zhihao carefully for a long time.

He didn't see any fear in Yuan Zhihao's eyes, as if he didn't take the dozen or so people and his boss seriously at all.

This made him have some strange feelings towards Yuan Zhihao. He was not only Zhao Yong's younger brother but also Zhao Yong's think tank. It was he who suggested Zhao Yong to "whitewash" himself because he felt that it would not work to stay in the underworld, and it would be safer to whitewash himself.