There are too many loopholes, and the police will know it is fake once they check it, even if Wang Tao shouted 'injustice' with his death!
But the bad thing is that the shorty is too connected. On Hong Kong Island, everyone knows that he has a good relationship with the police department, which can suppress many troubles, just like Lanmei's accusation against him.
And because he has such a strong relationship, no one will believe the relevant information released by the police department. The boys have already died to show their ambitions, and you people are still talking nonsense with your eyes open, so protecting that beast , Do you still want to be shameless? !
Coupled with the live broadcast of many media, the shorty can't do it if he wants to suppress the public opinion. Therefore, his artistic life is over here, and no one can save him.
Sitting on the roof, watching the text message from Qin Chuan, Sun Hao thought so.
[The ambulance came, it is estimated that the person is already dead, many media are rushing to report, and the scene is in chaos at this time! 】
Although he knew that even if he didn't intervene, this Wang Tao would not survive this year because he was terminally ill, but Sun Hao still felt very distressed, after all, he was a living life.
Frowning and thinking carefully for a while, Sun Hao replied a text message to Qin Chuan in Sai Kung, Hong Kong Island.
[Old Qin, the restaurant where the queen mother works is in Temple Street. You can find someone to buy the restaurant, and then pay her an extra 2,000 Hong Kong dollars every month until the two children grow up. 〕
【okay! 】
Qin Chuan's reply was extremely concise.
Seeing the reply, Sun Hao put his phone into his pocket, and Sun Hao applauded on the rooftop.
"Papa papa..."
"Two minutes later, the real shot?"
"Photography received!"
"Props are fine!"
"Lighting OK!"
"Director, there is something wrong with the radio equipment, we need five more minutes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you for five minutes."
Sun Hao raised his hand and sat down behind the director's monitor.
However, before Sun Hao sat down, Mei Yanfang, who had already walked down the stairs, climbed up again at this moment, holding a mop stick in her hand, with an angry expression on her face.
"Sun, what do you mean?"
"You're shameless, aren't you?"
"I really thought I couldn't cure you. You are a **** bitch. You wait for me and see if I can't beat you to death."
…
Mei Yanfang's angry curses became louder and louder. If Ning Hao hadn't seen that the situation was not going well and reached out to stop her, she would have rushed to Sun Hao and picked up the mop.
Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded!
"Hey, sister Mei, what's the matter?"
"I don't know! You were talking and laughing with the director just now, why did you suddenly change your face?"
"Hiss, don't be the director molesting..."
"Go away, our director is not that kind of person."
While the crew members were discussing in low voices, Leslie Cheung and Andy Lau, who were already preparing for the peak duel, walked over.
The two had a tacit understanding, and Andy Lau walked towards Sun Hao, while Leslie Cheung walked towards Mei Yanfang.
"What's the matter, Amei?" Leslie Cheung put his arms around Mei Yanfang's shoulders.
"What's the matter? You ask him, you ask that surnamed Sun."
"What's the matter, director?" Andy Lau was puzzled, as if in his own impression, Mei Yanfang had never been so angry.
"Hehe..." Sun Hao scratched his head with a wry smile.
"Brother Hua, if I say I don't know, do you believe me?"
"What, you don't know..."
Hearing what Sun Hao said, the mop stick in Mei Yanfang's hand flew towards him in a daze.
"Zeng Zhiwei is such a good person, but he became **** under your manipulation?"
"Zeng Zhiwei is such a good person, and now you make his life worse than death. Just an hour ago, an AIDS patient was bumped to death at the door of his house?"
"Sun, do you dare to pat your chest and say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"
…
"How could it have nothing to do with you?
Zeng Zhiwei asked someone to mess with you, and then you used this method to retaliate..."
But before she finished speaking, Mei Yanyan suddenly realized. Yes, there is no rule that when you are messing with others, you are not allowed to be **** by others.
After she figured it out, she couldn't continue the quarrel, she pushed Ning Hao away with her hands, Mei Yanfang turned around, and went downstairs with a thud, leaving only the stunned people behind.
What do you mean?
Why did you leave?
Besides, what happened? What you did was a surprise.
…
"Director, Ah Mui is like this. When I think about it, it's like this." As soon as Mei Yanfang left, Leslie Cheung immediately came over to apologize to Sun Hao on her behalf.
"Haha..., it's okay!"
"Are you all right?"
"Of course, it's just a misunderstanding."
Sun Haoyun waved his hand lightly, and then signaled Chen Guanxi to start playing the board.
"!"
"Hi, how's that man's voice?"
Dressed in black, Leslie Cheung was sitting on the rooftop and talking on the phone.
As the camera zoomed in, he continued to laugh and said, "I found this wonderful tape in Han Chen's office. Now, you are out of luck."
"You don't need to scare me, what do you want?" Andy Lau sat in a place out of the camera's reach, holding a movie script in his hand, helping Leslie Cheung in the play.
"I want to get my identity back. At three o'clock in the afternoon, at the outer port terminal, remember to turn on the phone."
…
"OK, it's over, the next scene."
"!"
Andy Lau stood on the roof, looking around nervously, at this moment, a gun suddenly appeared behind him, pointing to his waist.
The camera moved up to capture Leslie Cheung's vicissitudes of face.
Andy Lau wanted to turn around, but felt that Leslie Cheung had already started to search him. He moved very quickly, and before he could figure out what to do, he removed the gun and handcuffs.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
…
At the end of the performance, Andy Lau, who should have continued to speak his lines, raised his hand like a primary school student.
"Director, I have something to say."
"Speak!" Sun Hao took off the radio earphones and stood up from behind the director's monitor.
"Neither me nor Leslie Cheung has received any authentic martial arts training, so I have a suggestion, why don't we change the next martial arts show to a literary one?"
"Well... let's use martial arts!" Sun Hao thought for a while.
"Why?"
"Brother Hua, if there are fighting scenes between you and Mr. Leslie Cheung, I believe our movie will sell well."
"But I prefer to stick to my point of view~www.mtlnovel.com~ Hmm...how about, like this, let's shoot this scene as a literary scene first, and then turn it into a martial arts scene?"
Hearing Andy Lau's proposal, everyone at the scene looked at Sun Hao in unison. After more than two years of filming, this is the first time someone dared to contradict Sun Hao in public.
What should Sun Hao do next?
What surprised everyone was that Sun Hao just looked at his watch, then raised his head and said:
"That's it for this morning. Before the filming starts in the afternoon, the few of us will meet again."
...
[Zeng Zhiwei has a big event!
A little brother who was suffering from AIDS cried out for his innocence by dying at his door today, weeping blood and accusing Zeng Zhiwei of beating him a few months ago...]
The entertainment news on TV had just reached this point, and someone in the restaurant of the Emperor Junjing Hotel started to complain.
"Beast!"