Chapter 506 506, Taichung Branch 1

[Northern Song Dynasty, the second year of Dazhong Xiangfu

Fanlou, the northern end of the Imperial Street, Dongjing Bianliang

The waiter Ding Yi stood at the door of the shop listlessly. Even if there were distinguished guests, he could not raise much spirits.

Half a tael of silver

Today, after standing for a long time, the reward he received was only half a tael of silver. If it were usual, at this time, he should have earned about two taels of silver.

Just thinking about it, suddenly, a red curtained sedan stopped at the main entrance of Fanlou.

The sedan bearer put down the sedan, and a kind-looking white-haired woman came out of the sedan with the help of the maid next to her.

This woman, Ding Yi recognized, was the wife of the former left assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. The reason why it was "former" was because the left assistant minister had been promoted to the governor of the four routes of Sichuan and Xia, but he had not yet officially taken office.

Seeing her, Ding Yi almost jumped for joy. Mrs. Zhou was very generous. Every time she came to Fanlou, she would give him more or less rewards, sometimes half a tael, sometimes one tael. Last year, she even gave him five taels of silver.

"Mrs. Zhou, you are here, please come in!"

Ding Yi, who was extremely happy, was about to go down the steps to greet her.

But as soon as he walked down the steps, Ding Yi was immediately shocked. A carriage was galloping from a distance. Perhaps the horse was frightened. The two soldiers driving the carriage could not stop the horse even if they pulled the reins hard.

"The horse is frightened, get out of the way!"

"The horse is frightened, get out of the way quickly!"

Looking at this shocking scene, Ding Yi and the sedan bearer wanted to pull Mrs. Zhou to let her avoid the frightened carriage, but before they could reach out, the frightened horse hit the sedan hard and then ran over Mrs. Zhou's body.

"Ah..."

The scene was very bloody, and many customers who were eating at Fanlou were immediately frightened.

…

An accident occurred at the door of the famous Fanlou. The prefect of Kai△feng came quickly. After arriving at the scene, he quickly learned the whole story of the incident.

"Well..., it seems that this is just an accident. After all, no one wants a horse to be frightened?"

"Your Excellency will see!"

The victim, Mr. Zhou, who rushed over after hearing the news, was in grief and did not forget to flatter his former colleague.

However, at this time, a young man who made a living by painting opposite Fanlou raised his hand in the crowd.

"Your Excellency, I have a different opinion. I think this is a murder case, because I was painting next to it just now..."

… …】

The story is very exciting, with twists and turns in the plot, and the writing style is very similar to his own.

But seeing this, Han Bingjiang was cold all over. Damn it, who the hell wants to harm me? This is clearly the ancient version of a mysterious car accident in Beijing last year.

With trembling hands, he wanted to delete the post, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Who is it?"

Zhuang Kai was the closest, so he stood up and went to open the door, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw several very serious young people standing at the door.

"Excuse me, is reporter Han Bingjiang here?"

"Yes, which unit are you from?" The newspaper has a rule that visitors must register, so Zhuang Kai asked this question.

"Oh, we are from the Municipal Bureau, and we want to find reporter Han to understand something." The leading young man replied, pushed Zhuang Kai away, and walked in front of Han Bingjiang.

"Hello, reporter Han, is this shoe box yours?"

"Uh..., yes!"

Han Bingjiang, confused, looked at the shoe box in the hands of a female police officer behind the young man. This thing was clearly hidden under the bed at home, why did it suddenly run into the hands of the police?

"Then..., the photos inside were also taken by you."

"Well..., yes!"

Looking at the young man wearing white gloves, taking out a large stack of photos from the shoe box, Han Bingjiang nodded with difficulty.

It is very obvious that these photos have their own unique marks. As for the content of the photos, they are basically some celebrities, kissing photos, hand-holding photos...

Some have been contacted with the parties, they have paid money, and left their own "negatives"; some, I haven't had time to contact them yet.

Now, they have all been found by the police..., hiss, it's really painful.

"Then can you help us explain how these photos were taken?" The young policeman smiled, picked up a few photos from the stack, and then arranged them on Han Bingjiang's desk in order.

"Hey..."

Just now, he was cold all over, and at this time, Han Bingjiang fainted directly when he saw the photos.

Mysterious car accident, I really haven't taken such photos!

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It is said that there was a storm in the capital, and the storm was not small.

But this has nothing to do with Sun Hao.

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, Sun Hao visited the actors who were experiencing life in the First Prison of Beijing, then took a plane to Hong Kong Island, stayed in Hong Kong Island for a day, and then arrived at Taoyuan International Airport accompanied by Wang Fei.

The person who came to pick him up was Wang Fei's agent Qiu Likuan. She was chubby and smiled from ear to ear when she saw Sun Hao.

"Ah Hao, I finally have the opportunity to work with you."

"Hahaha..., Sister Kuan, you are wrong about this. We have already started working together."

"Well..." Qiu Likuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he reached out and patted his forehead.

"Look at my memory, it's good. We have started to cooperate a long time ago, because the songs that A Fei has been very popular in Europe and the United States are all from your creation."

"Well, this only shows one thing, that Sister Kuan is a noble person." Sun Hao said with a smile.

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Noble people tend to forget things!"

The tall Wang Fei, at this time, lay on the shoulder of her agent Qiu Likuan and laughed.

………

"Sun Hao..."

"Well?"

"Are we going to play in Taipei or go directly to Taichung?"

In Taiwan Province, there are many cars from Japanese brands on the road, but perhaps Wang Fei had explained in advance that the car Qiu Likuan drove over was actually a German BMW.

"Sister Kuan, time is tight, let's go directly to Taichung, I want to confirm the progress of the [prison] transformation as soon as possible."

"Why, is the time for shooting "Fast and Furious" tight?" Qiu Likuan, who was driving, looked at Sun Hao through the rearview mirror in the car.

Wang Fei, with a cute face, sat in the back seat of the car, hugging his arm tightly.

"It's quite tense, we have to keep changing locations, from the United States to the Netherlands to Russia and then to Dubai..." When talking about this, Sun Hao shook his head with a wry smile.

According to the original plan, he could shoot the "Fast and Furious" series slowly from the beginning, but what about it?

He has been set up by the media and fans.

In the past, when a movie with a global box office of over 100 million US dollars was shot, they would give a thumbs up and say with great admiration, "Sun Hao, awesome!"

But now?

If the total box office of the movie is less than 500 million US dollars, they will add a few words to the title of the report "Sun Hao has run out of ideas".

Just as he was shaking his head and sighing, a text message suddenly came to Sun Hao's mobile phone.

[Haozi, where are you?

I'm at your door. I'm very scared now. The police took him away from me. 】