Chapter 159 Investing hundreds of millions? That's an exaggeration!

By the time they finished chatting, it was already 9:08 PM.

Ling Yue went upstairs to wash up and get ready for bed.

It was truly wonderful to be in a familiar environment without any pressure; she fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

That was until the middle of the night.

The 'Makka Pakka' song played twice in a row.

It finally managed to wake Ling Yue from her slumber.

She impatiently reached out, fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, and answered, "Who is it?"

On the other end of the line, accompanied by the heavy 'untz-untz' beat of loud music, was someone's helpless howling.

"Oh my god, Yueyue, come quickly!" Song Xinyao's voice sounded strained, as if she were dragging something heavy.

Ling Yue rolled over impatiently. "What are you doing?"

"You absolutely won't believe what I've run into." Song Xinyao didn't forget to try and sound mysterious before answering.

Ling Yue: "...Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'm hanging up."

"Don't, don't, don't! My bad, my bad."

Song Xinyao said solemnly, "It's like this: for the second round of the class reunion, we went to a KTV in the city center. Everyone had already left, but I had to go back to use the bathroom. I actually ran into Shen Qingxue on the floor, vomiting like crazy. Our classmates are all gone, and I can't move her by myself.

You'd think someone as thin as a bamboo pole wouldn't be this heavy when they're drunk."

Ling Yue let out a yawn. "Send me the address."

"Yue! Yue~" The sound of vomiting echoed again from the other side of the phone.

Song Xinyao's voice came through with a sob, "Oh my god! Yue~ I can't take it anymore. Hurry up and come over, I really can't handle this alone, sister."

Ling Yue hung up the phone.

She went downstairs and knocked on Zang Lanyi's door.

Zang Lanyi was staying up late playing games. She had just gone on a killing spree against her opponents and secured a victory.

She took off her headset and was about to reward herself with a bottle of 'fatty happy water' when she heard someone knocking.

Could it be that she had been playing too loudly and woke up Cheng Jiao next door?

Zang Lanyi hurried to open the door.

"Miss?"

No way, did she get too excited while gaming and make too much noise? Did she even wake the Miss?

"Sorry, Miss. I'm going to sleep right now. I promise I won't make another sound."

Before Ling Yue could say a word, Zang Lanyi was already apologizing for no apparent reason.

Ling Yue waved her hand and said, "It's like this: Song Xinyao has run into some trouble. Drive me there to pick them up."

"Ah? Oh! Okay, right away." Zang Lanyi went back into her room to put on a bra and change into some loose clothes before following Ling Yue down to the garage.

Considering comfort, they chose the Alphard.

At night, there were few vehicles on the road.

Especially on the way out of the villa district, almost no cars could be seen.

Zang Lanyi picked up speed, and the trees on both sides of the road instantly turned into blurred shadows as they sped past.

What was normally a forty to fifty-minute drive took less than half an hour to reach the city center.

The famous Nightplay Street.

They arrived at a KTV with an abstract, unintelligible English name.

The exterior was built to look like a gloomy ancient castle.

Just as they entered the door.

Song Xinyao's phone called again. "Mama, I really can't do this anymore.

Someone came saying they want to take Shen Qingxue away, saying he's some kind of manager. There's quite a few of them. Did you bring bodyguards?"

Ling Yue's pace faltered slightly.

She looked back at Zang Lanyi.

"I only brought one. How many people are on their side?"

How did a trip to the KTV turn into a situation where she needed to call for backup?

The sound of faint counting came from Song Xinyao's end: "Six people in total, but they're not bodyguards. They're a bunch of drunk guests, some kind of investors... anyway, they're being very unreasonable and difficult."

Ling Yue had put the call on speakerphone so she could hear clearly.

Zang Lanyi heard it too.

She said confidently, "I can handle it alone."

Ling Yue shook her head. "No, if things really get loud and the KTV takes their side, we won't have enough people.

Go ahead and call Liang Hanlin and the others over. I'll pay them overtime."

"Understood," Zang Lanyi obeyed immediately.

Immediately after, Song Xinyao's shouting came through the receiver, followed by: "Get to Room A888 quickly!"

The other end of the line became chaotic.

Voices could no longer be heard, only the clattering and crashing of breaking glass.

Did she get into a fight with someone?

Wait, she wouldn't be the one getting beaten up, would she?

How tragic.

As Ling Yue quickened her pace, she called the police as well.

Room A888.

She pushed open the door.

The first thing Ling Yue heard.

Was an angry male voice: "I am her manager. If you hand her over to me, I will naturally take her away."

"Quit your bullshit! I said we would send her off together, but you insisted she has to stay because there's 'still some business' to attend to.

Don't make me laugh. She's drunk to this extent; what kind of business could there possibly be? I don't care, I'm taking her with me right now!

What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm telling you, my sister is almost here. She must have called the police already. It won't do you any good even if you smashed my phone!"

After her furious outburst, Song Xinyao turned to pull the door open, but there were people standing there blocking her way.

"Oho, so you're actually holding us captive now? Help! Help! Is anyone going to do something about this!" she roared toward the doorway.

That voice of hers.

It was even more resonant than the 'Good Brothers' song being belted out by the guy in the next room.

"You say you're her friend, but who can prove it? Who would believe you? Maybe you're a human trafficker. I'm the one who should call the police," the manager said, reaching out to grab Song Xinyao's arm.

Ling Yue stepped slightly to the side.

Zang Lanyi charged into the room like a bolt of lightning.

She kicked aside the short, stout man blocking the door, then quickly stepped in front of Song Xinyao. She grabbed the manager's reaching hand, turned her body, arched her back, and pulled downward.

Bang!

A solid shoulder throw sent the man let out a pathetic, pig-like squeal.

Immediately after, Ling Yue stepped forward and patted the sleeping Shen Qingxue on the floor.

She hadn't even woken up despite such a huge commotion.

Was she really just drunk?

Everything happened too fast. In just a few moves, Zang Lanyi had subdued all the men who tried to rush her. She casually pulled off their belts and tied their hands behind their backs.

Song Xinyao let out a huge sigh of relief, her inner drama queen taking over: "That was too dangerous! Too dangerous! I almost got beaten to death by them!"

"Next time you run into something like this, please use your brain and call the police first, okay? It's a long way from the villa. If something had really happened, your body would be cold by now," Ling Yue couldn't help but criticize.

Song Xinyao hurried to explain: "At first, I thought Shen Qingxue was just drunk, so I was helping her to the lobby to wait for you.

Who would have thought this group would find me and try to snatch her away?

I already called the police before I called you. I reckon they should be here soon."

At least she wasn't completely brainless.

Ling Yue: "Help her onto the sofa first."

Since the police had been called, they couldn't just take her away. They had to wait for the authorities to arrive.

Fortunately, Shen Qingxue wasn't being noisy or difficult. She lay on the sofa very cooperatively, like a stiff salted fish, and even started snoring.

"Fuck, we were just having normal entertainment. What right do you have to just come in and hit people? You bitch, call the police! I'm definitely calling the police!" The manager on the floor howled while rubbing his back as he sat up.

Ling Yue glanced at him sideways. "Normal entertainment? When the artist under you is drunk in this kind of environment, instead of sending her home, you want to keep her here. What are your intentions?

When the police arrive, you can explain that to them yourself."

"Goddammit, are you people crazy? This is work, okay!

Which artist doesn't have to accompany people and socialize? Your mind is so filthy that everything you see looks dirty, right!" The manager finally scrambled to his feet. After cursing at Ling Yue, he didn't forget to run over to the investor's side. "Mr. Huang, Mr. Huang, are you alright?"

"Of course I'm not alright!" Mr. Huang, whose face was pressed against the cold coffee table with his hands tied, was so angry that a snot bubble popped.

As soon as the manager helped him sit up straight, he heard the man's tearful complaint: "They just started hitting us without a word. I've never suffered such an insult. I'm telling you, I'm absolutely not investing in this show!"

He continued to curse furiously, "Usually, even if your boss comes begging to pour me a drink, I have to consider whether to drink it or not. And yet you hit me? You hit me?! Can you even afford the compensation?

Fine, from now on, our cooperation is terminated. If I ever invest in another of your dramas, my last name isn't Huang!"

"Oh, Mr. Huang, you've really misunderstood us.

This really isn't our company's fault. They... they're just Shen Qingxue's friends, a bunch of lunatics!

Rest assured, after today, we will definitely give you an explanation." Having said that, the manager, clutching his waist, rushed over to Ling Yue.

He pointed at her nose and cursed, "You bitch, let me tell you, by offending Mr. Huang, Shen Qingxue's acting career is as good as over!

Mr. Wang is one of our company's biggest investors. Usually, even our CEO has to show him great respect.

Do you know what your recklessness will bring? Not only will our company terminate Shen Qingxue's contract, but from now on, no media or film company will ever use her! She will be completely blacklisted!"

Ling Yue let out a 'tsk'.

Show him great respect?

So this was the romance novel version of Room A888.

To Zang Lanyi's ears, that impatient 'tsk' was the command to attack.

"I was so busy dealing with them that I forgot to deal with you!

Who do you think you are, pointing your finger at my Miss's nose!"

Slap, slap, slap!

Three slaps were delivered before anything else.

The manager was slapped silly.

"You dare..."

Before he could even say the words 'hit me'.

Ling Yue sneered, "What kind of shitty company is that? I've never even heard of it.

And who is this Mr. Huang? How many hundreds of millions did he invest? You're bragging to the skies.

What year is it? Still trying to pull off industry 'unspoken rules' and blacklisting? It's laughable. I think you and your Mr. Huang have great potential to become cellmates."

[resentment value: 25%]