The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

Zhan Luyao didn't think about it for too long. He returned to his bedroom and called Song Zhengping according to the number on his business card.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't solve the problem, so he decided to make a quick decision, deal with the current troubles first, and then think about the situation he needs to face in the future.

Song Zhengping answered quickly, as if he had been waiting on the phone.

"Good evening, Mr. Zhan, I didn't expect you to contact me so soon."

The voice came through the radio waves, and the hoarse softness made people feel uncomfortable. Zhan Luyao interrupted his nonsense and said directly: "I accept this deal, but after you get the money, you have to destroy all the information .”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhan, for your cooperation. You don't have to worry about copying. We reporters also have professional ethics."

If he really had professional ethics, he wouldn't be blackmailing him with sneak shots.

Zhan Luyao thought bitterly, and asked, "Tell me how to pay."

"I will report the transaction location and time to you later, oh yes, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, please pay in cash."

"can."

Not long after the call was hung up, Song Zhengping's contact came. The transaction time was tomorrow night. Zhan Luyao checked the address and found that the place where they met was very remote. Be more careful.

Zhan Luyao didn't sleep well that night, and didn't sleep until early in the morning. He got up in the morning, ate some snacks and went out. Han Yue asked about his physical condition, but he casually brushed it off .

After getting in the car, Zhan Luyao gave Zhong Kui the seal, ID card and other materials prepared in advance, saying that he had already called the bank and asked him to go to the bank to withdraw the money and send it directly to the set.

Zhong Kui was startled when he heard that he was going to withdraw one hundred thousand dollars all at once, and looked at Zhan Luyao's face through the rearview mirror, but Zhan Luyao was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see the change in his expression.

"Brother Zhan, are you in any trouble?" He said carefully, "One hundred thousand dollars is not a small sum."

"I have a business friend who is in urgent need of money because of cash flow, so he came to beg me, and I agreed to help him," Zhan Luyao tried to act nonchalantly, "This is my private matter, just do it well." That's fine, don't tell outsiders."

"Don't worry, brother Zhan, I won't talk nonsense about you."

Zhong Kui nodded vigorously, expressing how trustworthy he is.

He sent Zhan Luyao to the set, and then rushed to the bank to deal with the issue of withdrawing money. Haas Company is a major customer of the bank. On the way, he had contacted the bank manager in advance, so the procedures went smoothly.

After taking the money, Zhong Kui got into the car with a small suitcase, and just as he closed the door, he heard the sound of a rumbling locomotive engine coming from outside the car, and a pure black heavy motorcycle rushed to his car at a fast speed , and then a half turn, the motorcycle drew a beautiful arc and stopped beside the door.

Darling, someone dared to rob in broad daylight, treating him as dead!

The man was tall, and he was dressed in a black knight outfit. He was wearing a helmet, and his face could not be seen, but with this appearance and such arrogant behavior, it was difficult to think of him as a good person. Zhong Kui immediately put the suitcase under his feet and stepped on it. He stopped, clenched his fists on his chest again, and shouted loudly: "I have practiced before, so let me come here if you are not afraid of death!"

Don't look at him as white and thin, in fact, he also fought and fought since he was a child. He has always seen people kill people, ghosts and ghosts. I don't know how to write fear!

If the car window hadn't been closed, Zhong Kui would have emphasized all these words. He clenched his fists and was considering whether it was a literary fight or a martial fight, when he saw the man supporting the motorcycle with his legs and took off his helmet.

"Brother Yue, Yue!?"

Seeing who the other party was, Zhong Kui was so startled that his jaw almost dropped. He quickly withdrew his hand, opened the car door with his chin in his hand, and stammered greetings.

"Brother Yue is good."

Han Yue put the motorcycle on the empty parking space next to him, got into Zhong Kui's car, and asked, "How much did you get?"

Seeing his actions, Zhong Kui really wanted to say that you don't need to occupy such a large parking space for a motorcycle, but he secretly observed his expression, he didn't dare to say this, he laughed and played sloppy.

"What withdraw money?"

"How much money did Zhan Luyao ask you to withdraw? What are you going to do next?"

"Brother Yue, what are you talking about, I don't understand, hehe..."

Zhong Kui quietly kicked the suitcase under the seat again, rubbing his hair and pretending to be confused.

Han Yue looked at the little manager, and considered whether to treat him with emotion and reason, or to solve it directly with force. After thinking about it for a while, he finally chose the more philistine approach.

"Send you a BD of the movie I starred in, with my autograph on it."

"Hey..." Zhong Kui hesitated when he heard that the idol had given him a big gift, and scratched his hair, "But I promised Brother Zhan not to tell outsiders about it."

"You are talking to your idol," Han Yue said nonsense solemnly, "the idol is not an outsider."

"That's true." Zhong Kui tilted his head and thought for a while, and felt that the reason was sufficient. He raised a finger, "Then can I add a T-shirt signed by you, Brother Yue?"

"I'll give you three pieces."

"make a deal!"

Faced with such a precious sugar-coated cannonball, Zhong Kui compromised very spinelessly. He told everything that Zhan Luyao told him to do, and finally said: "Brother Zhan has been a little bit wrong since yesterday. I always feel that things are not that simple, but I dare not ask too much, Brother Yue, what do you think should be done?"

"Do as he says, don't tell him about me, and don't tell outsiders about it."

"Ok."

Zhong Kui nodded again and again, watching Han Yue get out of the car, he suddenly came to his senses, took out his mobile phone and pointed at Han Yue, and shouted: "Brother Yue, your outfit is so handsome, can I take a few pictures?" A photo, a back view is fine."

"casual."

Han Yue dropped two words, stepped on the motorcycle and left in the dust, leaving only the little manager behind him holding his mobile phone and taking pictures of his back, muttering while taking pictures: "This matter looks like It's terrible, do you want to report it to Mr. Ma... No, I promised them not to say anything."

'They said that you are not allowed to tell outsiders, is Mr. Ma an outsider? '

The little devil whispered in his ear, and Zhong Kui clenched his fist.

"Yes, I'm really confused. How could Mr. Ma be an outsider? Well, you can report to work with peace of mind."