Popular recommendation:
"Thanks!"
He didn't dare to raise his head, sat on the ground and ate the fried dough sticks and soy milk. He was so hungry. Since delivering the letter to Sun Hao's house at noon yesterday, Han Bingjiang rushed to the east gate of Chaoyang Park without stopping.
Wearing a hat and putting on makeup, even in the cold weather, he stayed at the gate of the park and slipped.
I just want to see if there are any suspicious people nearby, and to see if Sun Hao has really called the police. If he calls the police, the police will definitely come and make arrangements in advance.
Blackmailing celebrities has been done before, and more than once. But in the past, the targets were all small stars, and after sending photos and sour poems, 81 million yuan was obtained.
But this time is different, this time the price I want is 500,000 RMB, which can buy a very nice house in the capital.
Therefore, no matter how strong Han Bingjiang's psychological quality is, he is still very nervous inside.
The deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk were already cold after they were bought, but it didn't matter, Han Bingjiang would kill them in three rounds, and then quietly waited for his fate to judge him.
Sun Hao's heart is dark, the reporters in the circle have already made a public opinion, if you offend him, his revenge will never be overnight.
Sun Hao is rich, and this is the consensus of everyone in the industry. Just when other directors were still thinking about whether they could win an investment of 3 million yuan, Sun Hao's films had already made hundreds of millions of dollars at the box office.
He is rich and has a dark heart. Now that he is plotted to be arrested, it is probably easy to take one of his legs off.
But if he really wants to remove his own leg, should he let him remove his left leg or his right leg?
I was feeling uneasy, when suddenly I heard a nice female voice laughing.
"Hehe...why don't you leave?
Do you really plan to sell the house with our agency? "
Agent, selling house...
Han Bingjiang was stunned.
Didn't Sun Hao let Hey Society knock him out, and then retaliate against himself?
Now, how did you become an intermediary for selling houses?
Han Bingjiang raised his head and took a look. It was indeed true. There were a few large characters on the wall of this house [I love my real estate agency].
"Don't be dazed, let's go!"
At this time, the nice female voice laughed again.
"We see a lot of people like you, and we have to pick up a few in a year.
Don't drink if you can't handle alcohol. Of course, it doesn't matter if you drink too much. If you drink too much, you can go to the nearby park to sleep. There are few adults there, so you can sleep comfortably.
But why do you want to fall asleep in front of our shop?
My sister dragged you to our store because she was afraid that something would happen to you if you freeze again. It's so cold outside now! "
I drank too much... how is it possible?
I didn't drink a single drop last night... and I was so nervous and scared that I didn't even eat? !
Just wondering, Han Bingjiang sniffed it with his nose, and immediately smelled a very strong smell of alcohol on the black down jacket he was wearing.
…
What the **** is going on?
Coming out of [I Love My Home Real Estate Agency] and looking at the east gate of Chaoyang Park not far away, Han Bingjiang has been thinking about this question.
His face was swollen, his wallet was lost, his cell phone was lost, his watch was also taken off his wrist, um..., and a big doll was stuffed in his crotch.
Could it be that he was robbed early this morning? And the person who robbed me was a bit perverted...
Well, that should be the case, right?
Is this really a big problem? !
Han Bingjiang scratched his head, not thinking for a moment whether he should upload the photos he took yesterday morning and the article he wrote on the Internet.
...
"Daily News" Beijing Office
The name sounds high-end and elegant, but the office location is in a very old residential area in the XC district.
In the 80-square-meter suite of three rooms, 15 reporters from three departments were abruptly stuffed in. The 15 reporters had a clear division of labor, some covering entertainment news, some covering social news, and some covering political news.
And Han Bingjiang is the head of the entertainment news reporter.
"Brother Han, why did you come here? Could it be that you have caught a couple of celebrities falling in love again?" I went home and changed my clothes, took a shower, and just returned to the Beijing office of the Daily News. Zhuang Kai, a social news reporter in the living room' office, joked about him like this.
"Hey, don't mention it, I met a couple yesterday, but I lost them after following them, and knocked me down." Han Bingjiang pretended to sigh, and pointed to his injured face.
"Hiss..., the knock is not light!"
"Brother Han, where did you hit?"
"Brother Han, today's celebrities are more capable of anti-detection when they are in love, and it is not easy to catch the real one. Be careful."
…
After all, they are colleagues. When they heard that Han Bingjiang had an 'accident', these people came to greet him one after another.
"Thank you, thank you all, for the sake of work, I have to work hard no matter how difficult it is." As usual, Han Bingjiang bowed to everyone, and then walked to his work station.
Sun Hao's vote is probably "yellow", but life has to go on.
Just sat down, turned on the computer, and while waiting for it to turn on, Guan Jingjing, who was also a reporter from the entertainment news department sitting opposite, tapped the table with a ballpoint pen.
"Brother Han, the director called from Jinmen just now, saying that the movie "The Martian" directed by Sun Hao has a very good reputation, and asked you to write a film review and publish it in our newspaper.
The entry point and analysis must be positive, because some netizens have rated this movie as a masterpiece that can keep pace with "Farewell My Concubine"! "
"okay!"
Although I was a bit helpless, not only did I fail to get money from Sun Hao, but I also had to publicly praise him in the newspaper...
Fuck, what the **** is this called? Han Bingjiang cursed fiercely in his heart.
At this time, the computer finally turned on~www.mtlnovel.com~Han Bingjiang entered the password, logged in, and just wanted to enter the Tianya Forum to see netizens' comments on "The Martian", so as to provide some material for his film review, and At this time, Guan Jingjing who was sitting opposite her spoke again.
"Brother Han, you are a genius!
Little sister really admires you.
The novel "The Shocking Eucalyptus" you wrote on the Tianya Forum is simply too wonderful. From the morning to now, it is only a short five hours, and there are more than 60,000 comments in the comment area.
Everyone is asking you to update as soon as possible, don't be a broken dog.
And someone even copied and pasted your novel to various portal websites for the majority of netizens to read and browse..."
Looking at the cheerful Guan Jingjing, Han Bingjiang was a little confused.
Yes, I like to write sour poems, novels, prose and so on on the Tianya forum, but yesterday, I really didn't write any novels.
Just as she was about to ask, Guan Jingjing had already gone to work. She was holding a voice recorder and a camera. It should be to go to Beijing Film Studio to interview a certain film and television crew.
Since there is no way to ask, I can only click in and see if I really wrote a novel called "The Shocking Eucalyptus" on the Tianya Forum.
Thinking this way, Han Bingjiang entered the Tianya forum, and after entering the main page, he saw that the novel "The Shocking Eucalyptus" had been pinned to the top.
【Shocking Big Eucalyptus
(This story is purely fictitious, please do not make irrelevant associations)]
Seeing this sentence, Han Bingjiang's little heart didn't skip a beat!
The iron law of the world: the more it is purely fictional, the less it is purely fictional, and the more people are not allowed to make associations, everyone must make associations!