camouflaged white lotus

I quietly looked at the man next to me, maybe God is my reader, so when I was at a loss, he sent Zou Ming to me, and I found that my exhausted inspiration was like the pepper in Sichuan spicy hot pot, The pot exploded in my mind.

—Excerpt from "From May to August"

As soon as the writer Bai Jian's new work "From May to August" was published, it immediately set off a frenzy. This young writer, who has been loved by many fans, gave up his good criminal investigation themes and created a romance novel with delicate writing. novel! '

Bai Jian glanced at the TV, then glanced at her cousin Zhang Lulu who was sitting in front of the TV cross-legged, eating peanut candy and watching TV with relish, with a mocking smile on her lips, "I remember that this was already mentioned in my draft. This novel is defined as an autobiographical novel, how did it become romance in their mouths?"

"Actually, I define this novel as □□ literature!" Zhang Lulu replied seriously, "Cousin, your story is too bloody, even if you say it is your own experience, no one will believe it."

"I can only say that Zhao Jiajun is too superb." Bai Jian thought for a while, and attributed the responsibility to the prototype of the male protagonist in the novel.

"What I'm more curious about is that Zhao Jiajun didn't pay you to kill you. He is really magnanimous!"

"Why did he pay to kill me?"

"Because you are better than him!" Zhang Lulu got up from the ground and clapped his hands after summarizing this sentence, "Cousin, I'm going to Hengdian tomorrow to follow the group, and I'll be back in two months."

"If you have time, help me find out about Zhao Jiajun's situation. You know, there are still some things I haven't done yet!"

Looking at Bai Jian's face, Zhang Lulu thought to himself, why is such a handsome face so brazen in his heart?Did Zhao Jiajun really give you those things?Why do I think you stole it?

Stealing is called stealing in the mouths of ancient literati, but Zhao Jiajun can't slander his little love like this, because he once hugged his little baby righteously and laughed, "This house is given to you!"

His little lover pouted and asked, "Is it all? Including antiques and that beautiful carved bed?"

"Everything, my people are yours, and my things are naturally yours."

Recalling such a clip in his mind, Zhao Jiajun wanted to slap himself, silly!So silly!There is a twist in the ancient fable that a rich businessman was deceived by a beautiful snake. When he heard this fable, he still laughed, saying that the rich businessman must be a nouveau riche, a person like him who graduated from a prestigious university and is a powerful figure in the entertainment circle. , how could it be possible to meet a beautiful snake?Since he stepped into the entertainment circle until now, hasn't he always played with others in the applause!However, often walking by the river, there is no one without wet shoes. Zhao Jiajun met a handsome snake, and all the antique jades at home, including his favorite carved bed, were all remitted!

"Mr. Zhao?" Assistant Wang Yue called Zhao Jiajun softly. In the past, Zhao Jiajun was always serious in meetings. How come he has lost his energy since four months ago?Recently, I have lost my mind even more. Could it be that the company has encountered some major problems?

"Huh?" Zhao Jiajun forcefully suppressed his thoughts from his annoyance, "Go ahead."

"Mr. Zhao, I'm done talking, and I want to ask what you mean." Li Jie from the public relations department said.

"Hmm~" Zhao Jiajun glanced at the PPT on the projector, "Zhang Lulu's momentum is very good this year, and the company will continue to give her resources."

"I'm asking you about Li Zhefeng. Now his news has been suppressed by the company, but netizens and fans don't like it. Many people expressed their disappointment with him." Li Jie continued.

"Well~~ Li Zhefeng~~ cold him for half a year, let him stay at home." Zhao Jiajun replied, "Is there anything else?"

"Mr. Zhao, I have a matter here about the best-selling author Bai Jian." Ke Roujun from the film and television production department said, "The copyright of Bai Jian's novels has always been sold to Geer, but this time his new book, I didn't get the copyright, so I thought, can we fight for it?"

"Bai Jian?" Zhao Jiajun also knows this author, and he has never signed a book or participated in any interviews. He has no Weibo, and his voice has never been exposed. Only one of his responsible editors has seen him, but this editor also Signing a non-disclosure contract, Bai Jian's affairs cannot be made public. Such a mysterious writer is originally a gimmick, "Do you know why you didn't get the copyright?"

"I've inquired from the side, and it seems that the actor recommended by Geer's production is not suitable for Bai Jian. He has never asked about the casting before, but this time he has to look at the casting first, and then determine the ownership of the copyright."

"Interesting, you give Bai Jian a copy of the information on all the artists in our company, and tell him that as long as he likes it, he can shoot it. Even if there is a conflict in the schedule, he must focus on his works first."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

When Zhao Jiajun came out of the conference room, the secretary said that someone was waiting in the reception room. Zhao Jiajun looked at the time, and it should be a lawyer who had an appointment.

"Mr. Zhao." When the lawyer Hao Tong saw Zhao Jiajun coming in, he stood up quickly, and after shaking hands with Zhao Jiajun, the two sat on the sofa facing each other.

"What progress?" Zhao Jiajun asked.

Hao Tongdao, "I found a way to check the household registration system. There is no one named Bailian who meets the requirements. I think the identity of this Bailian is not real. Mr. Zhao, my suggestion is to call the police."

"I don't want to call the police yet." Zhao Jiajun said, thinking of that fair little face, he wished to tie him up and throw him into the basement, close it for three to five years, and then get him to dig coal for a lifetime in the black coal mine, "Go up I can't find the information about the auction I gave you last time?"

"I can't find it. The reason why I suggest calling the police is that through the police, they should be able to monitor the flow of those antiques. If they appear on the market, you can detect them immediately. What's more, you have bought insurance for those antiques. After calling the police, the insurance Only then can we pay for it!"

"You help me spread the news. If you take my things and return them to me, I can let him go." Zhao Jiajun said coldly. There are a lot of adults, so he just wants to catch Bai Lian and ruthlessly seduce him.

Hao Tong also stopped persuading Zhao Jiajun, he thought Zhao Jiajun's reluctance to call the police was because he was afraid of embarrassment, after all, he was a tycoon in the entertainment industry, and he was a superstar before his filming, so as long as he called the police, he would have to explain everything, including the matter of keeping a man; On the other hand, dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, this breath is definitely not swallowed, Zhao Jiajun must want to teach Bai Lian privately.

After Hao Tong left, Zhao Jiajun was already in a very upset mood, thinking that this little guy is really capable, and after four months of searching, there was no letter at all. I paid 200 million to take the photo back, little bastard, I will definitely not let you go!

The premise of not letting go is to catch the person first. Bai Jian was eating ice cream and watching TV shows, not at all conscious that I was driving a normal person crazy. She glanced at the caller ID, and he answered, "What are you doing?" ?”

Zhang Lulu was on the phone, "Cousin, I heard that who is still looking for you!"

"Hehe~~ It's been four months, haven't you given up yet?"

"If it was you, who lost a small 2000 million antique, would you give it up?"

"You just told me this?" Bai Jian curled her lips, "Don't worry, he can't find me, and nothing about me is true in front of him."

"Just now my agent said that whoever has already let go, and he doesn't care about returning the things."

"Hehe, that scumbag, I believe him and I'm a fool."