Shang Haihan's strength made the woman tremble with anger, while Zhong Jiawei looked puzzled next to her.
She couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhihao, vaguely understanding that this matter had something to do with her husband, but she didn't know what Jiang Zhihao had done to make investors suddenly intervene in the selection of advertisements.
Jiang Zhihao smiled at her, and this relaxed smile made Zhong Jiawei completely at ease.
With my husband here, there is nothing to worry about.
Under the gaze of everyone, the woman had no choice but to angrily tear off her daughter's skirt, throw it at her feet and trample on it fiercely: "I'll let you shoot! I'll let you shoot!"
The director quickly stopped him: "These are the costumes of our crew, you will lose money if you do this!"
"Isn't it just money? What's so great about it!" the woman said, taking out a few bills from her purse and throwing them at the director: "You want money, right? Is this enough? If it's not enough, I still have some more!"
The banknotes slipped from the director's body and fell to the ground. This extremely insulting behavior made the director look ugly.
But the woman was still not relieved, and took out a few more bills and threw them at Zhong Jiawei: "You bitch, don't you just want to make money? Come on, I'll give you the money, so you don't have to swish around with the man!
"
Zhong Jiawei's face turned red with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Why am I talking nonsense!" The woman sneered: "If you didn't sleep with a man, why would they suddenly replace the protagonist of my daughter? I know you are not a good person when you look like this. It's shameless.
bitch!"
Before she finished speaking, the woman suddenly felt something beside her. She turned around and saw Jiang Zhihao standing next to her, looking down at her and saying with a gloomy face, "I'll give you three seconds to apologize."
"I said your mother..."
As soon as he cursed, Jiang Zhihao slapped him in the face.
Amidst the crisp slaps, the woman was staggered to the side and almost fell to the ground with a slap.
She covered her face and looked at Jiang Zhihao in disbelief: "You, you dare to hit me?"
"This slap is just to make your memory long. Not everyone can be insulted by you at will!" Jiang Zhihao said coldly.
If he didn't feel that his wife was still around and didn't want them to see too bloody scenes, it would be more than just a slap.
"You, wait for me! Don't leave if you dare!" the woman said, took out her mobile phone from her bag and started making calls.
The director next to him was a little worried, so he came over and reminded her in a low voice: "Her brother is a superior in the cultural circle, and her husband is also quite powerful in the provincial capital, so he is not to be trifled with."
"It's okay, I'll wait for them to come." Jiang Zhihao said calmly: "You can continue to prepare for shooting, don't waste time."
The director looked at him, sighed at last, and said nothing more.
The people from Xichen Company looked at each other, and finally came over and said: "Mr. Jiang, why don't we stop shooting today. As for advertising, we can shoot it anytime. We are not in a hurry."
Jiang Zhihao glanced at them and said, "If you don't take pictures today, give me your money back. But after today, I may not be willing to buy your stuff anymore."
Those people raised their eyebrows and retreated. On the surface, they obeyed Jiang Zhihao's wishes, but in fact, they had scolded him in their hearts.