With global currency devaluation, I'll wear these back and take my whole family flying!

Yan Wenxi remained silent, only repeatedly taking out his phone.

"Duan, take a few people to the airport and wait. Someone will contact you in a bit."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and sent a phone number to Shen Ci. Then he looked at her and said, "Call this number when you get to the airport and meet my people. No matter what it is, you don't need to be afraid with my people here."

Shen Ci was slightly taken aback.

To be honest, she didn't expect Uncle Yang and Brother Xizi to go to such great lengths for her.

She told someone to go to the airport to wait for her and go with her.

After the initial shock came a feeling of being moved.

"Don't just stand there, isn't it urgent? Hurry up and go," Boss Yang urged.

Shen Ci's expression shifted slightly. Yan Wenxi knew what she was going to say from the way her lips were about to move, so she interrupted first: "No need to thank me. You still have to make up for it when you get back."

Mr. Yang laughed and said, "You can't leave halfway through the meal anymore."

Shen Ci swallowed back her words of thanks and readily nodded: "Okay, I'll treat everyone to dinner when I get back."

After saying that, he got up and left the restaurant.

On the way to the airport, Shen Ci couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted.

In fact, she couldn't help but be wary of these people when interacting with them. They were all seasoned veterans of the underworld, and even if she had lived for sixty-five years, she might not be as shrewd as them.

She wanted to build connections with these people to facilitate her future actions in Longcheng, but she never thought about truly opening her heart to them, let alone considering how much sincerity they might have towards her.

They're all businessmen, driven by profit; at most, it's just a charade.

But just now she suddenly realized that she was wrong; she shouldn't have judged other people's thoughts based on her own.

Uncle Yang and Brother Xizi's actions did surprise her, but they also made her suddenly realize a truth: seasoned veterans like them, who interact with people all day long and have seen countless people, actually have very pure and simple feelings about liking or disliking someone.

They like you, admire you, and approve of you, perhaps without any reason; just looking at you is enough.

Similarly, disliking you can be decided with just a glance.

She was overthinking things. If these people didn't like her, she wouldn't have been able to form this group at all. So, she had already caught the eye of Uncle Yang and Brother Xizi the first time they met.

After figuring it out, Shen Ci smiled. Sure enough, the simpler the thing, the more complicated it is to think about. And the person she thought was very complicated was actually much simpler than she imagined.

Upon arriving at the airport, Shen Ci had just gotten out of the car when she saw five or six men in suits gathered at the entrance.

These people looked dressed in suits and ties, but there was something off about them. Shen Ci could tell at a glance that they must be Brother Xizi's men.

She took out her phone and made a call. One of the men answered quickly; he was one of the men in suits.

"I see you!"

Shen Ci waved, and the other party glanced around and noticed Shen Ci. Several people jogged over.

The leader immediately said, "Are you Sister Ci? My name is Duanduan, and I work for Brother Xizi."

The other four people behind her stood ramrod straight, and bowed their heads in unison: "Sister Ci!"

Shen Ci blinked, but this time she didn't rush to refuse the title, because the whole thing sounded and looked quite impressive and domineering.

It was the perfect occasion for her to stand up for her sister.

Shen Ci composed herself and looked at the group calmly, asking, "Did you all bring your ID cards?"

The group nodded in agreement, and Shen Ci took out his ID card and handed it to Duanduan: "Buy first class tickets for all the brothers, the earliest flight to Hengdian. I'll transfer the money to you."

First class?

Duanduan wouldn't dare; a first-class ticket costs almost a dollar.

"Sister Ci, we can just sit in economy class. We're all men, no need to be so comfortable."

Shen Ci looked at him and said, "You are Brother Xizi's men, so I certainly won't treat you unfairly. Go on."

Duanduan nodded upon hearing this, and without daring to say anything more, took her ID card and went to buy a ticket.

At the same time, Shen Ci received a WeChat message from Yan Wenxi: "My brothers rarely leave Longcheng on business. They don't know their own strength. Just give them instructions. As long as they're alive, I can handle it."

To say the most terrifying things in the most ordinary tone—that's exactly what Yan Wenxi is like.

Looking at the messages on WeChat, Shen Ci still felt that the combination of Chinese characters made her feel particularly unfamiliar, as if she were in a movie.

On the other side, the first people to arrive at the film set after receiving the news were Lu Jinzhao and Zhang Heng's father, Zhang Yingtian, the chairman of "Yingtian Group".

The atmosphere in the room was tense for a moment, with the assistant director, Lu Jinzhao, and Sister Kuan sitting on one side.

Zhang Yingtian and Zhang Heng sat on the other side.

Zhang Yingtian remained silent, but his imposing presence and the aura of someone who had long held a high position were extremely oppressive.

Zhang Heng sat next to his father with an arrogant expression: "Where are they? Where are those two?"

Lu Jinzhao and the others also kept quiet. It was already very clear who was right and who was wrong in this matter, but given Zhang Yingtian's status as an investor, Lu Jinzhao did not want to make things too ugly.

Seeing that the others remained silent, Zhang Yingtian straightened his posture slightly and spoke first in a low voice.

He slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Jinzhao, saying, "Mr. Lu, I'm also a long-time investor in 'Jin Xiao.' We've collaborated so many times. This is the only time I've allowed my son to join the cast for a small role, and this has already caused such a mess?"

“From childhood to adulthood, his mother and I have never laid a finger on him. And now, he gets slapped twice on your set? What? Was he filming an action scene?”

“Chairman Zhang.” Lu Jinzhao said slowly, “You can ask him whether your son did anything wrong in this matter. The two actresses wouldn’t have had such a physical altercation with him for no reason.”

“You don’t need to tell me this. It was my son who got beaten. Bring the person who beat him to me, and I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Zhang Yingtian looked like he was going to stand up for his son, which made Lu Jinzhao frown.

Well, there are three parties involved, and their superiors are all investors.

He wasn't worried about Xu Zishan; what worried him was that Miss Shen would find out about this.

He would never allow himself to drag Shen Li to Zhang Yingtian and humiliate her; if Miss Shen found out, the production crew could just disband.

"Chairman Zhang, tell me, how do you want to handle this matter?" Lu Jinzhao took a step back, trying to test the other party's bottom line.

Zhang Yingtian chuckled upon hearing this: "As an investor, I certainly have the right to replace two actors, don't I?"

"Chairman Zhang, filming is already halfway through, it's not realistic to change actors now."

"Then let my son return those two slaps, isn't that fair?"

Lu Jinzhao took a deep breath, momentarily at a loss for what to do in the face of Zhang Yingtian's aggressive attitude.

The next second, the door to the house was suddenly kicked open from the outside with a "bang," and several burly men in suits burst in, startling everyone inside to their feet.

Shen Ci slowly walked into the house, his face frighteningly gloomy.

She glanced up and swept her gaze across the astonished expressions of the people opposite her, finally fixing it on Zhang Heng. She raised an eyebrow and parted her lips slightly.

"Your name is Zhang Heng?"