The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 643 - 643 602 Mysterious Headhunter_3

643: Chapter 602 Mysterious Headhunter_3 643: Chapter 602 Mysterious Headhunter_3 Liang Yan finished speaking and sized up Liu Hun, noticing that his demeanor was extraordinary.

He firmly believed that this man was not an ordinary person, but he was puzzled.

As a well-known headhunter, nearly all the influential and wealthy people in Hong Kong were listed under his name.

How could he have missed such a person?

Could it be that he was from the Mainland…

The more Liang Yan thought about it, the more he believed it to be true.

Since Hong Kong’s return, many wealthy businessmen from the Mainland had poured in, which was a good opportunity for him to make money.

“Mr.

Liang, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Here’s my business card.” Liu Hun politely handed over his business card, one of his many identities.

“Liu Ran Company, General Manager Liu Hun.” Liang Yan read the name on the business card and decided to thoroughly investigate the company.

“I wonder what I can do for you, Mr.

Liu?”

“Mr.

Liang, how familiar are you with Southeast Asia?” Liu Hun asked.

“I wouldn’t say I know every detail, but I am quite knowledgeable.” Liang Yan replied, worried that Liu Hun might doubt him, so he explained further, “Our company started headhunting about a decade ago.

Hong Kong isn’t very large, so after thorough searches, we started investigating the Southeast Asia market five years ago.

Now, we can essentially cover the entire Southeast Asia market.

Whatever you want to know, or whoever you want to find, we can almost certainly do that.”

Liang Yan’s words somewhat surprised Liu Hun.

He didn’t know whether the operation methods of this headhunting company were similar to some secret departments of the General Staff, but finding a music producer would definitely not involve the General Staff’s capabilities.

“I’d like you to help me find a music producer outside Hong Kong.

The fame doesn’t have to be big, just genuine talent.” Liu Hun outlined his requirements.

“No problem!

When do you need the information?” Liang Yan asked.

“The sooner the better,” Liu Hun told Liang Yan.

Liang Yan smiled at Liu Hun and then said, “Our quickest timeframe is set for half a month; we can’t cut it shorter.

This is to ensure the quality of candidates we provide to our clients.”

“Okay, then let it be half a month,” Liu Hun nodded.

“Fifty thousand for the deposit to sign the contract, and another fifty thousand once you’re satisfied with the person we find,” Liang Yan quoted, then explained, “You’re asking for our most efficient service, but you don’t need a famous music producer, so the fees add up to one hundred thousand.”

“No problem,” Liu Hun said without hesitation, quite satisfied with Liang Yan’s clear and transparent service.

After signing the contract, the next step was to wait for Liang Yan’s news.

That same night, after Liu Hun returned to his Qingshui Bay Villa, he explained the events of the day to Jiang Fengqin.

Then, he called the newspapers he owned.

Two days later, in the top floor restaurant of the Observation Tower, Wang Baizhi finally met Jin Song, Hong Kong’s top music producer.

“Sorry, Baizhi was caught up with some matters, so there was a delay,” Jin Song feigned apology and then sat opposite Wang Baizhi.

“No worries,” Wang Baizhi smiled at Jin Song, her face more captivating than a Heavenly Immortal, causing Jin Song to feel momentarily dazzled.

Jin Song quickly picked up his glass to hide his embarrassment.

“Producer Jin,” Wang Baizhi said, placing her hands on the table and showing off the diamond ring on her finger proudly, “The drink you just had, I spat that out after rinsing my mouth.”

“What?” Jin Song froze, not fully understanding at first.

After a few seconds, his face suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly, “You!

What did you say?!

You made me drink your rinse water?!”

“You should know…” Wang Baizhi began, twirling her hair seductively, “I not only rejected your lyrics and music back then, I also rejected you as a person.

Inviting you now was actually showing you a lot of face, but clearly you don’t appreciate it.

So… someone who has been cast aside like you really suits this wine that has been drunk it and then spat out again.”

“What did you say?!

Say it again?!

When did… did you… when did you ever reject me?!

That’s utter nonsense!” Jin Song shouted uncontrollably, reopening old wounds without any concern for anything else.

“Do you really not remember?

Back then, while watching the night scene of Victoria Harbor, you held that small—oh, should I say one-carat—diamond ring and confessed to me, even saying that my eyes were like the stars of Victoria Harbor… Didn’t you find that disgusting?” Wang Baizhi scoffed.

“Disgusting?!

You actually said disgusting?!

What did you say then?” Jin Song yelled at Wang Baizhi, never expecting that his previous confession would be viewed like this by her.

“I had gently rejected you then to avoid hurting your pride, didn’t I?” Wang Baizhi stared at Jin Song.

“You’re saying I… you’re saying…,” Jin Song angrily stared at Wang Baizhi unable to say a word.

“What am I saying?” Wang Baizhi curiously stared at Jin Song, eager to provoke him to speak.

“Forget it!

It’s all my own fault, right?” Jin Song bitterly clenched his teeth and then pointed at Wang Baizhi yelling, “Before it was you who rejected me!

Now it’s my turn to reject you!

I’m telling you clearly, Wang Baizhi!

Without me, Jin Song, you absolutely cannot survive in Hong Kong!

No way!

Impossible!

I’ll make you experience the feeling of falling from the sky and shattering to pieces.”

“Jin Song… I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person.

I considered your self-esteem and gently said some unprovocative words when I rejected you before, but I didn’t expect you to harbor such resentment and seek revenge like this,” Wang Baizhi said, feigning sadness as she lowered her head and wiped beneath her eyes with a handkerchief.

“Don’t act pitiful in front of me!

I’m telling you, Wang Baizhi, unless you lick under me, I will absolutely not write you a song, and let me make it crystal clear to you again, the entire Hong Kong entertainment industry can’t accommodate you!” Jin Song watched Wang Baizhi’s woeful demeanor with great satisfaction, pulling out a business card and tossing it to Wang Baizhi, “If you still want to try to make it in Hong Kong, come and serve me.

I can help you stay popular for at least another ten years, otherwise!

You can only shamelessly crawl back to Malaysia!” Saying this, Jin Song turned and left the restaurant.

Wang Baizhi, watching Jin Song’s departing figure, couldn’t help but curl her lips into a cold smile.