Chapter 1487
One Punch Two Years
"Here's an old CD for you."
Listen to our love story from back then.
Zhang Yuan's hands moved up and down the piano keys as he sang in a deep voice.
Sometimes I suddenly forget.
"I still love you."
Bai Bing finished singing the last line with her eyes closed, and applause rang out from the crowd.
The person, covering their mouth somewhat embarrassed, waved and returned to the crowd.
"You sang very well," Zhang Yuan said, turning around to praise him.
"It seems like you've practiced before."
"Although it was almost an a cappella performance just now, it was still very beautiful."
"And the typhoon was quite good when you stood there."
"Thank you." The woman smiled and nodded.
"It's not warm here." Zhang Yuan didn't overpraise her and immediately changed the subject: "Let's sing an upbeat song."
"A Fire in Winter!"
……
"You're like a fire!"
"The blazing flames illuminated my way."
Anyone can sing this.
Although it was outdoors, the large crowd and the collective singing created a lively atmosphere, preventing everyone from feeling too cold.
"I've heard of it, but I've never seen 25,000 li!"
"Some say, how do you know it's not easy if you don't do it?"
"Keep your head down and keep moving forward to find yourself."
"Walk over. Walk over there, there's no base."
A little while later, when Brother Laqian came to sing, he asked to sing rock music.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"
Brother Qian sang with such energy, no wonder he's the future vice president of the rock music association.
Moreover, while Guo Degang appears stubborn and rebellious on screen, he is actually the opposite in real life.
Brother Qian is rebellious; otherwise, he wouldn't be involved in rock music.
This was the first time Zhang Yuan had ever played Cui Jian's music on the piano.
This instrument has power!
This song, "Rock 'n' Roll on the New Long March," was the title track of the first rock album in all of China.
Zhang Yuan looked around and saw Lao Han and Zheng Xiaolong smoking and swaying.
But the young people in their twenties at those companies were indifferent to it, and even looked down on it, thinking it was old-fashioned and outdated.
They like Sodagreen and Fahrenheit now.
Zhang Yuan looked away, indifferent to whether he liked it or not.
But each generation has its own Long March, and this is something that cannot be avoided simply by liking or disliking it.
We sang and played five or six songs, and it looked like we were almost done. If we kept going any longer, someone would catch a cold.
He then called everyone back inside to continue chatting and drinking.
By nearly midnight, most of the people had left.
He saw Lao Han and the others off at the door.
"boss."
"Are you leaving too?" Zhang Yuan glanced at Zhang Ziyi, who had come to his side.
"Yes, I'm very happy today." She leaned closer and said, "I drank quite a lot, I'm drunk."
"Be careful on your way home, there's snow on the ground, don't slip and fall."
"Sigh." The person nodded in farewell, then quietly added.
"I drank with that Miss Bai Bing, and she was drunk too."
"I'm leaving."
"Come back!" Zhang Yuan shouted sternly.
"Stand still," he commanded.
Zhang Ziyi immediately stood up straight.
"What kind of person do you take me for?"
What she meant was, "I've cleverly gotten the girl you've got your eye on drunk."
I can just carry him to bed in a bit.
There are quite a few people in the entertainment industry with such keen observation skills.
"There are some things you can't do, understand?"
"You're a woman too, you want to be drunk."
"Would you wake up naked in a stranger's bed the next day?"
"I was wrong." Seeing that he was unhappy, Zhang Ziyi quickly apologized.
"Go back now. You can't do this kind of thing again, whether at the company or outside." He waved his hand, signaling the other person to leave.
He cannot "accept it gladly," otherwise, once this door is opened, it will be a huge problem.
Within the company and the industry, there's bound to be a bunch of people who cater to his tastes!
In the end, this is bound to cause a major incident.
"Dandan." She called her assistant to check on Miss Bai's condition.
"He's passed out, completely drunk." The assistant raised his hand in a karate chop and asked, "Should we wake him?"
"You can't use the same trick to anesthetize and wake someone up," Zhang Yuan complained.
"Carry the other person to the guest room. Remember, the guest room, to rest."
Don't let that clever guy go and mess with my room in a little while.
"Don't take off her clothes, just cover her with the blanket."
"You only need to take care of her. Let Brother Long handle the rest of the drunkards and put them in other guest rooms."
That one night, twenty or thirty people were either lying down, crawling under the table, or leaning against the wall vomiting.
In the end, he took in more than a dozen women who stayed overnight.
These people are all numb; you can't even walk with support. Their ankles are limp, so you can only carry them and throw them on the bed.
I gave the cleaning lady overtime pay and told her to clean thoroughly tomorrow.
The next morning, Bai Bing woke up in bed with her head covered.
In terms of looks and figure, this person is quite good.
It originated from the CCTV talent show "Dream China". This program was originally a special version of Li Yong's signature program "Very 6+1", but was later made into a standalone program.
After the show aired, it caught the eye of Eagle King's manager in Beijing, who then signed it to the company.
That's why she can sing and dance.
She's tall and thin with a good figure, and what's rare is that she's not just skinny; she has a chest and hips.
She was too thin when she first debuted, and she also had a long face like Zeng Li, so she was not photogenic and never became famous.
Now that I'm a little older, actually only in my mid-twenties, my face has become much rounder, and I look much more gentle and graceful.
Like Zeng Li, women with this face shape are at their peak between the late 20s and around 40 years old, which is why they are at a disadvantage.
Those who are beautiful and charming in their early teens, like Zhou Xun and Shu Chang, are the ones who benefit the most. This is called becoming famous early.
Just as Qian Xuesen believed that calculus should be learned at the age of 14, the peak of human intelligence and physical ability is between the ages of 15 and 35, and those who achieve great things later in life are a minority.
If given the choice, I would choose someone who succeeds early, not someone who succeeds late.
Moreover, Bai Bing is very particular about her hairstyle. She looks best with long, flowing hair, preferably without bangs, or other elegant hairstyles.
The braided hairstyles like those worn by Daiyu and Qingwenzi in "Let the Bullets Fly" don't really suit her.
After overcoming the headache from just waking up, this person immediately widened their eyes and hurriedly lifted the blanket to check their body.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he realized he was wearing clothes.
He cautiously twisted his waist and touched it before finally feeling relieved.
Zhang Ziyi is such a big star, and she invited her to chat and drink, calling her "sister," so she couldn't refuse and ended up drinking too much.
I thought I was going to be stuffed into a cream puff...
Anyway, there's no rush; it'll happen sooner or later.
After washing up in the bathroom of the guest room, she carefully went out.
I plan to thank someone before leaving.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a group of people standing in a line, practicing their martial arts.
At the very top is a grand chair, with one person sitting on it and two others standing beside it.
Snowflakes were falling from the sky, and a group of grown men, dressed in only a thin shirt, were chanting slogans in the snow while simultaneously performing synchronized boxing moves.
"Hey!"
"what!"
"Roar!"
"stop!"
But it was interrupted by a sharp shout.
Amidst the drifting snowflakes, a person stood up from a grand chair.
Then, with a flick of his shoulder, he flung off his jacket, revealing his muscular physique.
The moment he stood there, it was as if the wind and snow deliberately avoided his body.
Bai Bing recognized the figure; it was the owner of the house, the protagonist of yesterday's banquet, and the man who had invited her to sing.
"To be a good bodyguard, you have to practice your skills."
Zhang Yuan stretched his limbs and stepped forward.
Snapped!
Snapped!
With two horizontal swings, the force of the punches stirred up the falling snow. Before the snow even fell, the punches had already arrived.
Two bodyguards were immediately pushed back, taking several steps before regaining their footing.
"What is Kung Fu!"
He took another step forward, thud, thud twice.
Two more bodyguards lost their balance, their knees buckled, and they fell to the ground in the snow.
"Kung Fu is something that needs time to hone."
“You take the lead!” He gestured for a mature-looking older man to raise his hand.
Then a muffled thud was heard, and the man bent over, clutching his arm.
"Two or three years of shoddy work." Zhang Yuan glanced at the crowd, and not one of them dared to look up.
Because the bodyguards had just witnessed his footwork, body movements, and fist techniques, they now only had one question on their minds.
Who is protecting whom?
Before I could figure it out, I saw Zhang Yuan stand in front of a dead tree and then suddenly raise his arm.
boom!
A straight punch, powerful and heavy.
He withdrew his fist, and everyone could see that a shallow pit had been left on the dead tree, surrounded by layers of cracks that spread out in a ring.
Zhang Yuan raised his fist and turned around to scan the crowd again.
"This punch represents twenty years of training. Can you withstand it?"
All the bodyguards bowed their heads deeply.
Wow, that's fun!
If you hit someone like that, you'll end up with bruises all over your body.
Zhang Yuan was quite satisfied.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, you started practicing martial arts before you were even ten years old?" But the assistant next to him counted on his fingers after hearing his words.
Zhang Yuan: ...
I've been acting all this time just to win over these rough old men.
What are you doing, causing trouble?!
Because the bodyguard profession relies on both physical strength and loyalty.
He showed loyalty by taking good care of the injured man's entire family, which is evident to all.
Now is the time to show our strength.
Otherwise, if we train them or punish them, some people will surely object.
It was specially arranged in the yard because a newly planted cedar tree died in the autumn.
It had been dead for several months and had become brittle.
Otherwise, this effect wouldn't be achieved.
I need to tell these guys that I'm not just the boss, but also the big brother.
"If you want to make a living in this industry, you have to have the ability." He ignored his assistant's words, cleared his throat, and continued.
"I don't want to see anything related to Hengdian again."
"Shameful."
He stepped forward, his earlier bravado gone, and pulled over the man who had been punched twice.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not bad." He moved his arm and found that although it looked fierce, he wasn't injured.
It's the Lunar New Year, you can't cripple someone, it's bad luck.
We can't be like that young Grand Secretary, who not only arrested people on the fifteenth of the first lunar month, but also killed people on the first day of the first lunar month.
It uses a clever technique, withdrawing force before contact to neutralize the impact; it looks fierce, but it doesn't actually hurt.
These skills were all learned from Sammo Hung; Donnie Yen never learned them in his entire life.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, and I know everyone has been training very hard."
"But I still have to entrust you with this task. The safety of the company's artists rests entirely on your shoulders."
"And our company is half of the Chinese film and television industry."
"It's like the entire Chinese film and television industry, including the two capitals and thirteen provinces, rests on your shoulders."
Please, please!
He clasped his hands and bowed in front of the people.
"Now that we've finished talking about work, let's talk about our own lives."
"I got up early this morning, bought fresh meat and vegetables I grew myself, and made dumplings with freshly chopped filling by hand."
"Let's eat together and have a lively time."
"Plenty of dumplings, plenty of alcohol!"
After this back and forth, once the food and drinks are finished, red envelopes are distributed, and the job is done.
"Hey, you're up." He greeted his friends, whose expressions had softened, and led them to the restaurant. Turning around, he saw Bai Bing secretly observing from the side.
"Yes, I'm so sorry, I drank so much." Miss Bai's eyes sparkled.
What the hell!
So handsome!
These punches were delivered with impressive skill, especially against the backdrop of the snowy scenery, making them a truly breathtaking sight.
So efficient, so dashing.
And he's a gentleman too.
Yes, gentleman.
Even though I was this drunk, they didn't do anything to me.
That's just how people are.
Whether it's a man or a woman, once they click, everything becomes easier to discuss, and they can fill in the blanks in their minds.
Sensory stimulation always precedes mental stimulation, especially for young women.
Bai Bing is in such a state now that she has even forgotten how Zhang Yuan took care of the "Bullet Girl" with F-level combat power right away on the set of "Let the Bullets Fly".
It's alright if I think about it; I'll definitely help explain. It must be that woman who's greedy for wealth and lures me into a trap!
This person's intelligence wasn't particularly high to begin with, otherwise she wouldn't have been cheated out of money and sex by that effeminate male model, and even had a whirlwind marriage and a child.
"Do you want dumplings? I made them."
"Sure, I'll try your cooking." The other person smiled slightly and agreed.
After finishing the dumplings and seeing off the bodyguards, I looked at this person again.
"You sang well yesterday, why don't you practice the piano with me again?"
"By the way, can you play the piano?"
"Your violin is too expensive."
“Then I will.” Zhang Yuan didn’t give the other party a chance to refuse: “No matter how expensive it is, I have to use it. It would be a waste not to use it.”
I took her to the music room, and after we sat down, we played a four-hand duet.
The piano bench is only so big, and the piano keys are only so many, instantly shortening the distance between the two people.
“I wanted to say yesterday that you played very well.”
After a few songs, the person, while praising the music, subconsciously tidied their hair.
He thought to himself that this was true literary and martial prowess.
"You surprised me too; you played quite well."
"No, I've been out of practice for so long I'm practically rusty."
"That's alright, we can practice more, and we'll get the hang of it with more practice," Zhang Yuan said meaningfully.
At the same time, he was thinking about Zhang Ziyi in his heart.
Do I need your help to pick up girls?
The two chatted and laughed, and Zhang Yuan occasionally slipped up, playing a few wrong notes to fool her.
Make the other person more relaxed.
They played for several hours, chatted for a while, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner.
"Since we're already here..."
"That's all."
"Let's eat together."
After finishing their meal, Zhang Yuan insisted on exercising and invited the other person to swim in the heated pool in the east courtyard.
The other party was about to refuse, but Zhang Yuan said that he had brand new women's swimsuits, skirt style, which were meant to be used to entertain female guests.
Seeing his enthusiasm and the fact that the swimsuit he brought was the kind that covered her up very well, Bai Bing relented.
Tired from swimming, I pulled her ashore, and we rested by the fireplace, drinking red wine and chatting.
Then I took her to the listening room to enjoy music.
The song "Because of Love" by Lao Wang was played, the same song they sang together yesterday.
The lights in the listening room were dim.
Dim lighting can impair vision and make hearing more focused.
Bai Bing sat comfortably on the three-seater sofa, feeling very relaxed with a slight buzz.
With surround sound, Wang Fei's voice is even more captivating.
As she closed her eyes to admire the view, she felt a warmth around her waist, and a hand gently supported her waist.
Then I felt a warm sensation on my lips.
This environment, this feeling, made it impossible for her to resist.
Therefore, what awaited her was...
Damn that triangular building!
YL missile has precise positioning.
Thump!
They blew the YSL trousers off... (End of Chapter)