Ning Qiang was so furious at the Internet Celebrity Young Master's Weibo post he felt like he could spit blood.
His friend leaned over to look at the content and was stunned.
"Fuck, seems like anyone can be a director these days. Cost me a car, but I'm a man of my word and I'll admit when I've lost!"
Beneath the text, he had even attached a photo of a Porsche 918 with the caption, "Time to find you a new owner."
The meaning was crystal clear.
After all, this young master had made a bet with Chen Jincheng over two movies: *Nameless* and *Huaxia Blue Helmets*. This post was a clear admission that he had lost and that *Huaxia Blue Helmets* was going to bomb.
No wonder Ning Qiang was so angry.
Ning Qiang was speechless. "At a time like this, when everyone else is already smearing me online, one of our own goes and stabs us in the back! Doesn't he realize how badly this will turn the public narrative against us?"
"Doesn't he know his family's Dawan Cinema is one of the investors?"
