The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

In Qiao Wen's probing gaze, Chen Jianan held his head high in the wind, awe-inspiring righteousness.

Qiao Wen chuckled and shook his head.

Thinking about his practical toes, this matter is probably inseparable from him. Although violent behavior is undesirable, it doesn't hurt to use it on people like Eisen.

He didn't get to the bottom of the question, only leaned his chin on Chen Canan's shoulder and smiled: "Brother Nan, thank you!"

Usually Qiao Wen got close to him, Chen Jianan only felt that his younger brother was dependent on his elder brother, but at the moment the face behind him was pressed against his neck, he suddenly felt itchy and patient, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Um... Xiao Qiao, sit down and fall down carefully."

Qiao Wen laughed and sat upright, just for the "care" in his mouth, the hands holding on to his waist changed to tightly hugged his thin waist.

Chen Jianan was calm on the surface, and roared inwardly, complaining endlessly.

Back to the tenement building, it was still early. When saying goodbye on the second floor, Qiao Wen asked casually: "Brother Nan, are you coming down to sleep tonight?"

Chen Jianan struggled all the way inside. Hearing his invitation like this at the moment, he was so scared that he hurriedly touched his head and said, "No, don’t Hao Zai and I changed our beds recently? It’s quite spacious. I won't come down and squeeze you."

Qiao Wen laughed: "I don't think you are crowded."

Chen Jianan said heartily, but I dislike myself.

He grinned at Qiao Wen, and usually ran upstairs in three steps and two steps to escape.

Qiao Wen shook his head as he watched him disappear.

Intuition tells him that Chen Canan is a little weird. As for what weirdness is, he is not sure for a while, but this guy can't hide the secret, so he should take the initiative to explain it soon.

The next morning, I just walked into the office of Mingyue Factory.

Lin Zihui grabbed Qiao Wen's arm and said angrily: "His cousin takes care of all the work outside of Li Xingchen TV station. I talked with his cousin on the phone last night. Do you know how much the other party is asking?"

"How many?"

Lin Zihui raised a palm: "500,000 a year, which is higher than many big-name movie stars. It's basically a lion's mouth, and his cousin is very arrogant. It's like two, five or eighty thousand."

Qiao Wen groaned that the career of celebrity agents in this era is far from standard. Television stars like Li Xingchen who take salaries, TV stations allow them to take on private work, and they are generally handled by family and friends.

He had read the information of Li Xingchen, and he was of ordinary origin, even a little poor. It became popular overnight and gained both fame and fortune. Naturally, one person was able to ascend to heaven. It is not surprising that the people around him swelled up because of his ATM machine.

However, when he read Li Xingchen written in the newspapers, he was a gentleman, and he didn't know whether it was his true character or appearance.

"Five hundred thousand a year is indeed too expensive. I will try to see if I can get past his cousin and talk to Li Xingchen directly."

Lin Zihui said: "The big star is very busy. I don't care about these things. I can only find him through his cousin. There are so many drama fans downstairs at Baozhu Terrace, and they haven't squatted to him. How can you find him? "

Qiao Wen laughed: "I can't find it, but Hong Kong City and his paparazzi must know his itinerary. Just spend some money to buy one."

"Yes, paparazzi are best bought."

After the agreement, Qiao Wen went to contact a paparazzi who had recently talked to Li Xingchen's tabloid newspaper. The other party really saw the money open, and after receiving 100 yuan, he generously gave him Li Xingchen's next day's itinerary.

I have to say that the paparazzi in Hong Kong City really deserves its reputation, and its tracking ability is comparable to that of the police. This trip is very private, and it is a private meal with a high-end Western restaurant in Sai Kung district.

Qiao Wen originally wanted to get into the restaurant and look for opportunities to talk to people, but only when he got there, he realized that the restaurant had already been booked and couldn't get in at all.

In fact, he was just trying it, and he was not disappointed. Only when he turned around and prepared to leave, he noticed that there were several sneaky paparazzi lying in the street outside the restaurant. The one sandwiched between them is particularly conspicuous, tall, wearing a peaked cap, with a camera hanging in front of him, watching the restaurant's movement closely, for fear of accidentally missing it.

Isn't this Jiang Yufeng?

When did Hexingshe Double Bonus Red Stick change to be a paparazzi? Why doesn't he know?

Since returning from Vietnam, he has never seen Jiang Yufeng again. Although it is a fateful friendship, after all, it is not a person in the same world, and no one deliberately meets and communicates on different roads.

Seeing him at this moment, Qiao Wen simply thought he had admitted the wrong person.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over, patted the other's broad shoulder, and called out, "Brother Feng!"

Jiang Yufeng turned his head and saw him, with a touch of surprise on his cold face: "Awen, why are you here?"

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "I should ask you this question, right?"

Jiang Yufeng looked at his "companion" left and right, took him to the side, and whispered: "My sister is celebrating her birthday soon. She likes Li Xingchen very much recently and has always wanted his autographed photo. I inquired Li Xingchen was here today, so he brought a few photos to try his luck and see if he could get his signature."

Qiao Wen couldn't laugh or cry: "You pretended to be a paparazzi just to ask for Li Xingchen's autograph?"

Jiang Yufeng seldom showed a trace of embarrassment: "I can't stop people directly. That will scare people to the police, right?"

Qiao Wen nodded, and that was true. Jiang Yufeng, who was fierce and cruel, rushed in front of the rich star. In all likelihood, he would be regarded as a kidnapper.

He shook his head amusedly: "It's so happy to be the younger sister of Brother Feng."

Jiang Yufeng sighed in a daze, and said, "I can't do much for her. It's good to just think of doing something small to make her happy for a while." He paused, thinking of something, and asked, "What about you." ?what are you doing here?"

Qiao Wen said: "I also came to Li Xingchen. Our new clothing brand wanted to advertise with him, but the offer from him was too expensive, so I wondered if I could talk to him directly." Shrugged, "I originally wanted to enter the restaurant for an opportunity. I didn't expect such a large restaurant to be all-inclusive. These rich and young people are really spending a lot of money."

As the two of them were talking, the paparazzi over there suddenly became agitated: "It's coming out! It's coming out!"

Qiao Wen and Jiang Yufeng looked up and saw Li Xingchen walking out of the restaurant. He wears a pair of **** sunglasses, a white shirt and black pants. Although the glasses cover the important facial features, you can still see that the real person is more handsome and handsome than the TV, and there is an indescribable charm in every gesture.

Li Xingchen was mentioned in the original book. He was a brother of Lin Zihui's later film company, but the book mainly focused on Lin Zihui's face and abuse. The career line was rough and straightforward. He The film’s achievements and development history, like Mengzhen’s clothing brand, have not been described in detail. Li Xingchen is naturally just a background figure.

Without waiting for the paparazzi to surround him, there was a man beside him who looked three-pointers similar to him, but who had obviously cut back when he was reborn, and the tall bodyguards, he stopped the people fiercely, and he went up without accepting an interview. A black car drove over to meet him.

When Jiang Yufeng chased him over, naturally he didn't even touch the corners of the clothes, let alone the autographed photos. It can be seen that his "paparazzi" status today ended in failure.

He didn't care about it, he was here to try his luck.

"Let's go, let's go back together." He walked up to Qiao Wen and spread his hands, smiling helplessly.

Qiao Wen also shook his head funny.

Jiang Yufeng drove a small pickup truck over, and the two got into the car. Qiao Wen was about to close the window and suddenly glanced at a car next to him. The man sitting in the co-pilot was wiping with a bright machete. .

He subconsciously glanced at Li Xingchen's dark blue flat car in front of him. This black car was clearly following.

Qiao Wen whispered: "Isn't it?"

Jiang Yufeng started the car and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wen said casually: "The car in front seems to be kidnapping Li Xingchen."

"What?" Jiang Yufeng frowned and stepped on the accelerator to follow. "That's not good. If something happens to Li Xingchen, my sister will not be sad."

Qiao Wen: "???"

It is often the case that billionaires and celebrities are kidnapped in Hong Kong. This is the responsibility of the police. He planned to go to the nearby police station to provide a clue, but Jiang Yufeng directly followed suit.

But seeing whether the people in the car were holding knives rather than guns, they weren't any terrible criminals. Li Xingchen and the driver have four people, and one of them is a tall bodyguard. It should not be easy to kidnap a ticket.

He glanced at Jiang Yufeng, this is the double bonus red stick of Hexing Society, one person can hit seven or eight, maybe they can pick up a leak when they rush over, and come to a hero to save the United States.

Brother Feng can get a signed photo for his sister, and he has the opportunity to talk directly with Li Xingchen about advertising.

So he sat in the co-pilot honestly and said nothing.

Li Xingchen didn't know where he was going, the black road car gradually drove into a secluded trail, and suddenly stopped when it drove. It turned out that there was a roadblock in the middle of the road.

The driver got out of the car and was about to remove the roadblock. The car following quickly slammed five people down, surrounded the stopped car with a knife, and opened the door to pull the people in the car.

The bodyguard on the trip was quite brave, and rushed out with a roar, and stood in the door of the car and fought desperately with a few gangsters. As for the old driver who went to move the roadblock, seeing this situation, he was already shivering and hiding in fright.

Jiang Yufeng stopped the car and told Qiao Wen not to come out. He picked up a wrench from the car, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the mountain wind tattoos on his hands, got out of the car and rushed forward.

Qiao Wen lay by the window, calmly watching the fight ahead.

thrilling!

Stimulate!

After Jiang Yufeng used the wrench to open the scoops to the four gangsters, he slowly got out of the car and walked forward. As he approached the Pingzhi car, the fifth gangster also held his head to the bottom.

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him, nodded, wiped the murder weapon in his hand, and opened the back door of the Pingzhi car.

The two men inside, one faceless and the other crying, were obviously terrified.

Jiang Yufeng calmly wiped the blood on his hands, and asked, "Are you all right?"

His blood-wiping action was accompanied by his cold-looking tattoos, all exuding the temperament of a murderous maniac. The young man who was crying and howling was so scared that his tongue was knotted: "You...how much do you want? We will give it all. You, don't hurt us."

Jiang Yufeng frowned and suddenly remembered something. He took out two photos from his pocket and handed them to the pale young man who didn't say a word: "By the way, can you please sign me on the photo? ?"