Chapter 505 505, to Be Continued

“Thank you!”

I didn’t dare to look up, I sat on the ground and took the fried dough sticks and soy milk and ate them. I was so hungry. Since I delivered the letter to Sun Hao’s house at noon yesterday, Han Bingjiang has been rushing to the east gate of Chaoyang Park.

Wearing a hat and makeup, he stayed at the entrance of the park even in the cold weather.

I just wanted to observe whether there were any suspicious people nearby, and wanted to see if Sun Hao really called the police. If he did, the police would definitely come to make arrangements in advance.

Blackmailing performing stars has been done before, and more than once. But the targets in the past were all small stars. Photos and sour poems were sent over, and 8,000 or 10,000 yuan was in hand.

But this time was different. This time, the price I wanted was 500,000 yuan, which could buy a very good house in Beijing.

So, no matter how strong Han Bingjiang’s psychological quality was, he was still very nervous inside.

The fried dough sticks and soy milk were already cold when they were bought back, but it didn’t matter. Han Bingjiang finished them in a few seconds, and then quietly waited for fate to judge him.

Sun Hao is a ruthless person, and reporters in the industry have long agreed that if you offend him, his revenge will never wait overnight.

Sun Hao is rich, and this is the consensus of everyone in the industry. While other directors are still thinking about whether they can get an investment of 3 million RMB, the movies made by Sun Hao have already made hundreds of millions of dollars at the box office.

He is rich and ruthless, and now that he is caught, it is estimated that cutting off one of his legs is the least of his worries.

But if he really wants to cut off his legs, should he cut off his left leg or his right leg?

He was feeling uneasy, and suddenly heard a nice female voice laughing.

"Hehe..., why don't you leave?

Are you really planning to sell houses with our agency?"

Agency, selling houses...

Han Bingjiang was stunned.

Didn't Sun Hao let the society knock him out, and then retaliate against him?

Now, how come he has become an agency selling houses?

Han Bingjiang looked up and saw that it was true. There were a few big words on the wall of this house: [I Love My Home Real Estate Agency].

"Don't stand there, let's go!"

At this time, the nice female voice laughed again.

"We have seen a lot of people like you, and we have to pick up a few of them every year.

If you can't drink, don't drink. Of course, it doesn't matter if you force yourself to drink. If you drink too much, you can go to the park next door to sleep. There are many people there, and you can sleep comfortably.

But why did you have to sleep in front of our store?

My sister had to drag you to our store because she was afraid that you would get sick from the cold. It's so cold outside now!"

Drank too much..., how is it possible?

I didn't drink a drop of alcohol last night...I was so nervous and scared that I didn't even eat? !

Just wondering, Han Bingjiang sniffed with his nose and immediately smelled a very strong smell of alcohol on his black down jacket.

...

What the hell?

After coming out of [I Love My Home Real Estate Agency] and looking at the east gate of Chao△yang Park not far away, Han Bingjiang kept thinking about this question.

His face was swollen from being beaten, his wallet and cell phone were lost, his watch was also taken off, and a big doll was stuffed into his crotch.

Could it be that he was robbed this morning? And the robber was a bit perverted...

Well, that should be it?

But did Sun Hao throw the money into the trash can as promised?

This is really a big problem? !

Han Bingjiang scratched his head, and for a moment he couldn't decide whether to upload the photos he took yesterday morning and the article he had written to the Internet.

…………

Beijing Office of the Daily News

The name sounds high-end and classy, ​​but the office is located in a very old residential area in the XC District.

The 80-square-meter three-bedroom apartment was stuffed with 15 reporters from three departments. The 15 reporters had clear division of labor, some covering entertainment news, some covering social news, and some covering current affairs.

And Han Bingjiang was the head of the reporters covering entertainment news.

"Brother Han, why did you come just now? Did you catch another celebrity couple in love?" Zhuang Kai, a social news reporter who had just returned to the Beijing office of the Daily News after changing clothes and taking a shower, teased him while sitting in the "living room".

"Oh, don't mention it. I met a couple yesterday, but I lost them and bumped into them." Han Bingjiang pretended to sigh and pointed at his injured face.

"Hiss..., the bump was not light!"

"Brother Han, where did you bump into?"

"Brother Han, the anti-detection ability of celebrities in love nowadays is relatively strong, and it is not easy to catch the real hammer, so you should be careful."

...

After all, they are colleagues. After hearing that Han Bingjiang had an "accident", these people came to greet him.

"Thank you, thank you everyone, for the sake of work, I have to fight no matter how difficult it is." As usual, Han Bingjiang bowed to everyone and then walked to his workstation.

Sun Hao's vote is probably "yellow", but life must go on.

Just sat down and turned on the computer. While waiting for it to start, Guan Jingjing, a reporter from the entertainment news department, tapped the table with a ballpoint pen.

"Brother Han, the director just called from Tianjin and said that the movie "The Martian" directed by Sun Hao has a very good reputation and asked you to write a film review to be published in our newspaper.

The entry point and analysis should be positive, because some netizens have rated this movie as a masterpiece that can be on par with "Farewell My Concubine"! "

"Oh..., good!"

Although it was a bit helpless, not only did he fail to get the money from Sun Hao, but he also had to publicly praise him in the newspaper...

Fuck, what the hell is this? Han Bingjiang cursed fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the computer finally turned on.

Han Bingjiang entered the password and logged in. Just when he was about to enter the Tianya Forum to see what netizens said about "The Martian" to provide some material for his own film review, Guan Jingjing, who was sitting opposite him, spoke again.

"Brother Han, you are so talented!

I really admire you.

The novel "Shocking Case" you wrote on the Tianya Forum is so wonderful. From morning to now, it has only been a short five hours, and there are more than 60,000 messages in the comment area.

Everyone asked you to update quickly and not be a dog who breaks the chapter.

And someone has copied and pasted your novel on major portals for netizens to view and browse…”

Looking at the jubilant Guan Jingjing, Han Bingjiang was a little confused.

Yes, I like to write some sour poems, novels, essays, etc. on Tianya Forum, but I really didn’t write any novels yesterday.

Just when I wanted to ask what was going on, Guan Jingjing had already gone to work. She was holding a recorder and a camera. It seemed that she was going to Beijing Film Studio to interview a film and television crew.

Since there was no way to ask, I could only click in and see if I really wrote a novel called "Shocking Case" on Tianya Forum.

Thinking like this, Han Bingjiang entered Tianya Forum, and when he entered the main page, he saw that the novel "Shocking Case" had been pinned to the top.

[Shocking Case

(This story is purely fictional, please don’t make any irrelevant associations)]

Seeing this sentence, Han Bingjiang’s little heart didn’t jump!

The iron law of the world: the more you say it is purely fictional, the less it is purely fictional, and the more you don’t let people make associations, the more people will definitely make associations!