Even if the contract is terminated, it is a matter between Shani and Feng Tian. Wang Gensheng seems to have no such right.
"Wang Gensheng, let's think about it again. Mr. Feng was really forced to have no choice but to defend me tonight at Hua's house." Shani's voice was trembling and her face was pale.
"Sani, before he became the chairman of Universal Pictures, was he a well-known director and also an actor?" Wang Gensheng asked.
Shani nodded and did not deny it.
"His acting skills have not deteriorated because he has not been filming in the past few years. On the contrary, he has become even more proficient. From beginning to end, his acting skills are all tricks."
Wang Gensheng said lightly, but with an elegant smile on his face.
"Mr. Wang, I don't understand what you are talking about." Feng Tian pretended to be confused, which was a miraculous feat.
Even Shani felt that Feng Tian was wronged, even more wronged than Dou E.
Wang Gensheng pulled Feng Tian over and pressed one of his hands on the coffee table.
But he held up the fruit knife, looked to the side, and pierced the fruit knife.
That speed was as fast as lightning, making it difficult to see clearly.
In just a few seconds, it took at least dozens of stabs.
However, what is strange is that the tip of the fruit knife only stuck in the gap between Feng Tian's fingers and did not hurt Feng Tian.
There are also games like this in movies.
Either it's a fake hand, or it's deliberately slowed down.
Feng Tian was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly and wailed loudly: "I won't play anymore, I said, I said, I pretended to help Shani before, in order to gain her trust."
There is no need to ask anything next.
In order to please the Su family, Feng Tian once again wanted to use Shani to keep Universal Pictures Zhou Quan.
In an instant, Feng Tian started wailing.
The fruit knife in Wang Gensheng's hand pierced the back of his hand, and the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the mahogany coffee table tabletop under his palm.
Ahhhh...
Feng Tian wailed loudly. He had never endured such severe pain in his life.
"Sani, do you still want to cooperate with him? If not for yourself, you should also think about your parents, right?" Wang Gensheng walked away and looked at Shani coldly.
"The contract is terminated. No matter how fanciful Feng Tian's words are, I will never believe him again." Shani has been acting for several years, and now she realizes that Feng Tian's acting skills are really awesome.
Feng Tian reluctantly pulled out the fruit knife, wrapped his hand in toilet paper, and fled the hotel in panic.
Wang Gensheng saw that it was already early in the morning, so he asked Liu Xiaohui to make a phone call to her mother, Sun Qiaohong. Then they took a rest and returned to Taoyuan Village after dawn.
Feng Tian first went to a private clinic to bandage his wounds, and then called two Su family thugs who came to Linshui City with him, and returned to Linshan in despair.
More than a hundred kilometers away from Linshui, in a big mountain, there is a temple.
In recent years, there have been too few faithful men and women offering incense, and the temple has gradually disappeared, leaving only an old abbot, who really did not have the strength to leave, so he had to stay.
When he was so hungry that his eyesight was blurred and he was dying, more than a dozen people came to the temple.
Two of them were both in their fifties, one was seriously injured and both arms were chopped off.
The other person was in good spirits and only suffered minor injuries.
These two people were brothers Du Biao and Du Heng who came in a hurry from Linshui Fenghuo Hall.
After they made arrangements for Du Ziteng's funeral, they felt that life was boring, so they discussed living in seclusion in the mountains.
Du Heng had traveled to many mountains and rivers before, and he knew there was such a temple outside Linshui City, so the two of them made an appointment to come.
It happened that many people in Fenghuo Hall were Du Ziteng's best friends during his lifetime. Du Biao and Du Heng were defeated so miserably, but they still stayed with them and followed them.
Because of this, they were able to eat and drink all the way without dying of exhaustion or starvation.
Du Biao asked someone to revive the old abbot. Unexpectedly, the old abbot was a highly qualified monk and used his own miraculous medicine to cure Du Heng's injury.
It's just a broken arm, but it can't grow back.
That night, Du Biao and Du Heng were talking about Fenghuo Hall, and they were filled with indignation: "How can a yellow-haired girl be the leader of Fenghuo Hall?
Sooner or later, Fenghuo Hall will be annexed by Fengshui Hall. I really regret not killing Xia Ren and taking Fenghuo Hall earlier."
"Brother, what's the point of talking about this now? Zi Teng's death is directly related to Tao Ying, and I feel unwilling to do so!" Du Heng smiled distressedly.
"Du Heng, when I left, I left behind a few reliable brothers in Fenghuo Hall. Fenghuo Hall is in danger now and cannot be ruined in Xia Yuhe's hands."
Du Biao's face was filled with coldness. From the moment he left Linshui, he planned to fight back one day.
He wanted to catch Fenghuo Hall and Fengshui Hall off guard, but there were still many masters in the two halls, but Du Biao didn't dare to act rashly.
"Brother, as the saying goes, it's easy to hide from an open gun and hard to defend against a hidden arrow. Why don't we sneak back to Linshui tonight and kill everyone with a carbine." Du Heng had neither arms, and his murderous intention remained undiminished.
"Amitabha, how can the two donors be happy when their hearts are full of hatred? The reason why people are miserable is because they have too much greed."
The old abbot came in from outside, clasped his hands and placed them on his heart.
In the past few days, the old abbot observed the dozen or so people brought by Du Biao. Although they were not treacherous or evil, they were definitely not good men or women.
Especially in recent years, when the old abbot heard that houses and houses were being robbed and looted from time to time, he guessed that these people were responsible and wanted to persuade them to do good.
Du Biao looked over and replied with a sneer: "Master, you are wrong. This society is about the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest. If we hadn't come here,
I'm afraid you've already starved to death and fed the rats in the temple. What did you gain by doing good deeds?"
"Donor, I never expected to get anything. Death is like a lamp going out. Even feeding mice is an act of doing good and accumulating virtue.
I advise the two donors not to do things that hurt people's lives anymore. Although the ruined temple is small, it can still provide shelter and shelter from wind and rain." The old abbot replied calmly.
"Let's go. I respect you as a great monk and don't want to hurt you. It's best for you not to say too much about our two brothers, lest you get angry."
Du Biao glanced at the old abbot and smiled coldly.
"In the temple of poor monks, murderous evildoers are never allowed to appear. You two please take care of yourself. It is a good thing." The old abbot clasped his hands together and said repeatedly.
"Old bald donkey, you are looking for death." Du Heng suddenly stood up and kicked his legs towards the old abbot.
Who would have known that the old abbot was actually a hidden master, and after a few tricks, he knocked the phone to the ground.
When Du Biao saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help, but the two of them fell to the ground instantly.
The old abbot looked at the two people on the ground and sighed: "The two donors are too resentful, so I have to use your martial arts."