The guests were too absorbed into the delicious food to pay attention to Han's table. Every person sitting around that table was a bodyguard accompanying his boss. Only Han actually owned a security company.

The man, who was renowned in Chinatown, felt jealous of the other professional security guards.

"Are you Qin Guan's bodyguard?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what his next film will be?"

"No."

"Impossible. You are his bodyguard! He must trust you. Does this mean that you do not attend his meetings?"

"No."

 "Why? Is he suspicious of you?"

"No idea."

Ha! I finally got two words out of him. I'm so happy! Wait, I forgot about my boss!

"We are friends, right? Listen to me. My boss Brother Pan is a rich, powerful man. Investing in films is nothing for him. If your boss needs money, just call him!"

The man handed Han Zhujiu a business card with the words "Investment Bank of He" on it. When Han stuffed the card into his pocket, he smiled in satisfaction.

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