Super son-in-law of a beautiful president

With the beam of a flashlight.

A 50-year-old man walked to the lake with a fishing tackle bag on his back.

Came for fishing?

"Heh, it's so early, do you have a mouth?"

While putting down his fishing tackle, the fisherman asked Lu Ping and the others a question.

Shao Jinyuan opened his mouth blankly.

Lu Ping glared at him: "It looks like a rookie at first glance! The eldest brother asked if there is a fish mouth. What kind of mouth do you open? Fish mouth, a professional term, means that there is a fish biting the bait, understand?"

Shao Jinyuan nodded again and again: "I understand this time."

After taking out the fishing chair, the fisherman exclaimed suddenly: "It's broken, I forgot to take the fish protection!"

Fish guard, a term for fishing, refers to the netted fish basket used to hold fish, which is portable and practical, and is easy for fish to survive.

It is flawed not to wear fish guards in summer. The fish will die and stink soon after being caught ashore.

Lu Ping snatched the silk stocking from Shao Jinyuan's hand, and threw it in front of the fisherman: "Brother, there is no fish guard, and this can be used instead. I'll give it to you."

The fisherman was taken aback when he saw that it was a silk stocking.

But then he tugged a few times, and couldn't help stretching out a thumb to Lu Ping: "Not bad, not bad, it can also be used in emergencies."

Lu Ping nodded: "You go fishing first, we have other things to do."

The fisherman stood up and said, "Thank you brother."

"You're welcome." Lu Ping said, patted Shao Jinyuan on the shoulder, and urged him to get in the car.

Shao Jinyuan looked at the stockings in the fisherman's hands, and always felt that the atmosphere was quite warm.

In the end, the twenty or so yuan was not wasted, at least it could help others cope with an emergency, which is considered a merit.

In the car.

Lu Ping said: "Say the address!"

Shao Jinyuan hesitated for a moment, and said a string of addresses.

On the way, Lu Ping suddenly received a call from Gong Mengran.

It can be heard that the eldest lady is in a good mood.

"Lu Ping forgot to tell you, you should dress more formally tomorrow morning and accompany me to a press conference." Gong Mengran said.

Lu Ping asked: "A press conference? Mercedes-Benz has launched a new model, or..."

Gong Mengran emphasized: "It's a film press conference and a meeting with the main creators. It's called "The Legend of the Nine-Tailed Fox". There is an actress I follow in it. She is the number one female."

Shao Jinyuan in the passenger seat had a strange expression on his face.

Lu Ping glanced at Shao Jinyuan, and suddenly realized: "Miss, is the number one female you are talking about, Lan Bingbing?"

Gong Mengran exclaimed: "How do you know? Actually, after I got the invitation letter, I decided to go because of Lan Bingbing. This is an actress I have been paying attention to. She has improved rapidly in recent years. And I have been doing public welfare. I want to meet her and have a chat."

Lu Ping pouted: "Miss, when did you catch up with the stars?"

Gong Mengran explained: "What do you mean by chasing stars? It's because Lan Bingbing once endorsed a project for my dad. I've always forgotten about it, and I didn't remember it until her new film conference."

Lu Ping suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's the case, that is to say, you didn't know her well before, right?"

Gong Mengran said: "Of course. I have never really cared about the entertainment industry."

Lu Pingdao: "But according to my guess, it seems that Lan Bingbing will not be able to attend the press conference tomorrow. Miss, think again, do you still want to go?"

Gong Mengran smiled wryly: "You guessed it?"

Lu Pingdao: "It's gossip, it's probably nine out of ten."

Gong Mengran said: "Nonsense, I believe you. The second one on the list is her. As one of the main creators, she can't be absent for such a big event. That's it, go to bed early, and remember to dress more formally tomorrow. "

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ping sighed slightly.

Hmph, after getting into such a big disaster, she, Lan Bingbing, still wants to attend the press conference?

It pissed me off, Lu Ping.

Tomorrow will be your memorial service!
……

Longting Meishu Manor, No. 3 single building.

This is one of Lan Bingbing's properties in Yongzhou.

In the huge living room, Lan Bingbing was wearing a nightgown, leaning on the sofa, arguing fiercely with a man.

The man is in his 30s, with a slightly fatter figure and an artistic temperament.

It could be seen that he was very emotional.

On the coffee table is the script of "The Legend of the Nine-Tailed Fox".

There are many traces of alteration on it.

The man pointed to the script and said, "Miss Lan, what you and the film crew have done is shameless! This script has condensed my hard work for a year and three months, but in the end the screenwriter signed it without my name! You, Miss Lan and Director Chen, are so dignified! To become the screenwriter of this play is absurd and ridiculous, it's a steal!"

Lan Bingbing sneered and said: "Mr. Huang He, if you think this is unreasonable, you can sue us. Director Chen and I will accompany you to the end! You, a poor literati, a small writer, we gave you this opportunity to take your The work was put on the screen. And I let you personally adapt it into a script. You should have a heart of gratitude, right. It is already my kindness to you to let the security guard put you in my house. You originally not qualified."

Mr. Huang He covered his chest: "You also admit that this play is my screenwriter, right? This is my child. You and Director Chen didn't do anything, but you want to forcibly take my child as the screenwriter." Already, my dear father was kicked out by you, you...you are really unreasonable!"

Lan Bingbing pointed to the script: "Is this script also my painstaking effort? I also changed several places."

Mr. Huang He was about to vomit blood: "It was changed. There are fifty characters in total? And it was changed blindly! If you follow your logic, if I go outside and see any cute child, I will draw a picture on his face." Quan, can he become my child? Miss Lan, I am very disappointed in what you have done!"

Lan Bingbing inserted a piece of fruit into his mouth with a toothpick, chewed and said, "I don't want to listen to your nonsense! You know the ability of Director Chen and I, and if you are a small screenwriter, just one sentence, find someone to do it." You are very simple. You found me here to touch porcelain at night, and I have already persuaded you with good words. "

Mr. Huang He patted the coffee table and stood up: "What? You said I touch porcelain? What the hell is this? My own father wanted to find a trafficker to get his child back, but the trafficker scolded me and said it was a touch of porcelain. Son. You and Director Chen, you are human traffickers! You have no credibility at all, liars, you are all fucking liars! I want to expose you on the official account!"

Lan Bingbing laughed even harder: "Post it, post it now! Think of it as publicity for our new film. I wish it was so much more, and it will save advertising costs. Director Chen will also thank you."

"How can a person be so shameless?" Mr. Huang He sighed.

Lan Bingbing stretched out two fingers: "Director Chen communicated with me, and now I will give you two choices on behalf of him, one, give you 10 yuan, you take the money and leave, this drama has nothing to do with you ; Second, we can sign your name on the 'Literary Coordinator', but we won't give you a penny. Whether you want money or fame, you choose!"

"10 yuan? Literary coordinator?" Mr. Huang He almost fainted from anger: "You...you naked bastards! You are, you eat people without spit out bones. Inviting me to be the screenwriter, I am full of knowledge and understanding, and I even paid for your service... In the end, you acted such a scene of going up the house and pulling the stairs! Lan Bingbing, do you feel good about your conscience if you do this? "

Lan Bingbing got up and walked over, with a mocking expression on the corner of her mouth: "This is the end of the conversation, you can get out!"

Mr. Huang He clenched his fist, then let it go.

The literati are proud and painful.

This world is too crazy, too many traps, too much plunder.

"Still out?" Lan Bingbing stretched out an index finger to point at the tip of Mr. Huang He's nose: "My surname is Huang, I warn you, if you pester Director Chen and me again, you won't even know how you died! An accidental car accident? Drowning after drinking? Or gas poisoning at home? Huh, you are a writer, let's expand your imagination!"

Mr. Huang He asked back: "You... don't you really want to kill me?"

Lan Bingbing crossed her arms and looked confident: "It depends on what you do next. I really made my mother anxious. You, a real person, are really gone. You will be gone before you know it. Don't Thought I was threatening you, without any means or connections, I, Lan Bingbing, would not be able to get my current position in the entertainment circle."

Mr. Huang He sighed.

What he is afraid of is not the sinister human heart, but the coldness of the world.

In the face of wanton bullying by evildoers, can we vulnerable groups just suffer?
Where is the law of heaven?

Where is justice?

Mr. Huang He has the heart to work hard with them.

But at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Lan Bingbing glanced at the display screen at the door and said a password.

After listening carefully to the entrance door, there was a click, and the inner lock opened automatically.

Shao Jinyuan pushed the door open and walked in.

"Our Shao Baobao is back, and you came just in time." Lan Bingbing took a look at Mr. Huang He, and said viciously, "Get rid of this brazen guy first, and tell the security guards that this person will be added to the blacklist from now on. Don't want to see him again. Disgusting!"

Shao Jinyuan sized up Mr. Huang He, then limped forward two steps.

It was only then that Lan Bingbing noticed that Shao Jinyuan's state was not right.

His complexion was ugly, he was struggling to walk, and he was wearing a white T-shirt.

In Lan Bingbing's impression, this guy has never worn light-colored clothes, especially pure white, which is very inconsistent with his status as a bodyguard.

"You... What's wrong with you, Shao Jinyuan?" Lan Bingbing asked suspiciously.

Shao Jinyuan glanced back and couldn't help being taken aback, where is he?

He had been by his side just now.

"Miss Lan, it's nothing... nothing... I..." Shao Jinyuan stumbled, not knowing how to answer.

Lan Bingbing asked again: "How is things going?"

Shao Jinyuan's face turned pig liver-colored: "..."

At this time, a figure stood up from the side, and asked Lan Bingbing, "What did Miss Lan say?"

Shao Jinyuan was taken aback. Damn, where did he come from?

How come and go?
"Who are you...?" Lan Bingbing looked up and frowned.

Lu Ping took a few steps forward and snorted coldly: "I don't know who I am, so why did you send him to deal with me? I came here to ask you, do I have any grudge against you, Miss Lan?"

Lan Bingbing was taken aback for a moment, and panicked, "You are...your surname is Lu...Lu Ping?"

Lu Ping nodded: "It's right here!"