Dedicated to the silly little white artist

350 three

Zheng He was really frightened. He stayed at home for several days, and Mr. Bai was by his side to accompany him. Anyway, work was postponed and there was nothing to do.

Edward looked for him again halfway, and Bai En had a video call with him directly. He didn't know what he said in hiding in the study, and when he came out, he looked very bad.

The script of "Meeting in 28 Hours" was revised many times and finally it was written. Director Wang told Zheng He that this is a script that crossed the era, because this story was first written by a writer in the Republic of China, but only I didn’t write more than 400 characters, and then a screenwriter in the industry dug it out six years ago. The screenwriter thought the story was good, and it was almost finished after writing, rewriting, and a heart attack. This manuscript was transferred to Director Wang after several rounds. Director Wang saw the script and his eyes lit up. He also asked the descendants of the writer in the Republic of China to buy out the copyright and asked the screenwriter to finish the ending of the script. "Spring Tribulation" started to toss before it was launched. , tossing and tossing until the complete episode of "Spring Tribulation" is over.

Zheng He sighed after hearing this: "In other words, this story killed two people, right?"

Director Wang laughed for a while.

Zheng He was puzzled: "It's really not easy for you to find someone to attract investment with such an unlucky script."

"How can I tell the investors about this?" Director Wang told the truth, and then said, "Hey, Ah He, show this script to Mr. Bai and ask him if he would like a share."

"You can get it." Zheng He said mercilessly: "I can't let Mr. Bai's money go to waste like this."

"How do you talk, you don't know anything..." Director Wang said sullenly, "If I knew about your reaction, I wouldn't have told you. That's fine. I'm going to notify others. It might start up in a month. You should do a good job." Get ready, don't be caught blind at that time."

Director Wang is straightforward. He thinks that Zheng He has a good sense of drama and is a thoughtful person. It is more important than anything else that the role of Cheng Yang can play "live" in his hands. He became very friendly, and before he knew it, he could be regarded as a friend who had forgotten the year.

Mr. Bai wore a white shirt and black trousers and walked to the door to put on his shoes exuding an abstinence. Zheng He unconsciously panicked, followed him to the entrance, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Walk in the mountains." Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's head: "Come back before lunch."

"It's only past nine o'clock..." Zheng He said.

Bai En was slightly taken aback, it was always Zheng He who wanted to go out, and he followed behind to pester him not to let him go.He began to wonder if this experience made Zheng He dependent on him... Well, let's ask when we return to H City.

Seeing Mr. Bai's delay in answering his question, Zheng He hurriedly said, "Can't I go with you?"

"Don't you hate sports the most?" Bai En had a faint smile on his face.He is more and more sure of his ideas, and he is very satisfied with Zheng He's changes. The state he has been pursuing is that two people can never be separated from each other, but he also knows that his ideas are impossible to realize, and reality has given him the best. rewards.

Zheng He took Mr. Bai's hand, and couldn't help but twitched when he heard 'going to exercise': "Okay, then you come back early, I will make delicious food at home."

Mr. Bai pinched Zheng He's slightly bulging belly: "It's still delicious, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

Zheng He rubbed his stomach, looked straight into Mr. Bai's eyes seriously, and asked, "Then I lose weight?"

Mr. Bai paused for a moment. When he talked about the weight issue with Zheng He before, he was either bypassed by the other party, or Zheng He said brazenly, 'I am proud of being fat', and he never said that he planned to lose weight. , In fact, Mr. Bai really likes the extra flesh on Zheng He's body, especially when his buttocks feel so good. He was silent for a long time, and said, "Forget it, it's fine now."

"Didn't you say I'm fat?" Zheng He squinted at the man.

"...I'm just talking." For the first time, Mr. Bai tasted the feeling of being speechless.

350 four

Mountainside, in the basement.

Dy took the dog leash from Mr. Bai's hand, rubbed the silly dog's head, and took the two dogs for a walk in the mountains.

A bodyguard came over and took off Mr. Bai's suit jacket. Chen Ming waited for Mr. Bai to unbutton it and put on the rubber gloves for him. Bai En asked, "How are they?"

Chen Ming thought for a while: "That's it."

Mr. Bai looked helplessly at his subordinate who was still satisfied, opened the door and walked in.

During these five days, Fourteen first starved them for two days, and interrogated them 24 hours a day with a high-energy spotlight on top of their heads. When Mr. Bai entered, he found that there was only one of them left, and that person... ...Well, bald, with a circle on the head, which is very interesting to look at.

Mr. Bai was in a good mood because of Zheng He, and he laughed unkindly when he saw the man's hairstyle, causing everyone to look sideways.

Maybe they never knew that in the dark and bloody basement, Mr. Bai was just amused by that hairstyle.

Fourteenth said: "Master Bai, you are really getting more and more serious."

"Huh?" Bai En turned to look at him.

Fourteen had been intimidated by men a lot, and thought it was Mr. Bai who was warning him this time, so he immediately shut up.

Mr. Bai was very curious why Shishi said he had a 'heavy mouth'. He clearly obeyed the doctor's advice to eat no more than 5g of salt per day, so he asked again: "Why don't you talk?"

"Okay, okay, Boss Bai, I won't speak ill of you again, okay, don't look at me like that, go to work, work." Fourteen ramblingly opened the door of the interrogation room, standing in the glass Put on headphones outside the window.

Mr. Bai, who was innocent and blamed, glanced at Fourteen inexplicably, walked up to the man who was handcuffed to the chair, grabbed the man's jaw with his rubber-gloved hand, squinted at him, and asked, "Would you like it?" Are you angry?"

The man made a mocking smile: "You give me glucose every day, aren't you afraid that I will die?"

"Glucose is pretty good." Mr. Bai recalled that when he was sick, he would feel energetic for a short time every time he took a glucose shot, and said, "He can make you live longer."

Mr. Bai was actually very sincere when he said this.

After hearing this, the man gritted his teeth angrily: "You are illegally imprisoned!"

【Ha ha ha ha! ! 】

Everyone on the other side of the glass burst into laughter.

Mr. Bai is really a little sad now.It was enough for his unreliable subordinates to have nothing to do to tear down the stage. How come the mercenaries borrowed from Xue Qinghe and Jiezi have assimilated after getting along for a while?When he thought that his subordinates might be like this in the future, he suddenly had an urge to kill them all.

"You guys, what are you laughing at?" The man stared at Bai En viciously: "I tell you, don't think that you can cover the sky with one hand, how many people are afraid that they won't be able to catch you!"

Mr. Bai took out the lighter from the table, there was a crisp 'cracking' sound, and the flame rose. Bai En looked at him sideways, and said softly: "Who told them to come here?"

"I won't tell you!" The man shut his mouth tightly after finishing speaking.

"Why do you say you are bothering?" Bai En said with a sigh: "Your companion has already told Hong Zhi, do you know why you can't see him? He has been sent out by us." In fact, that As early as the next day, the person was treated in isolation because of the inflammation of the ankle wound and the high fever.

The man closed his eyes not to look at Bai En.

"Why bother?" Mr. Bai walked around behind the man, wrapped the lighter in his hand around the man's ear so that he could feel the warmth, and watched with satisfaction as the man was so frightened that the veins on his forehead bulged but he held on Without opening his mouth, he said: "I will use this lighter to burn your fingers, the fat on your hands will flow out a little bit, and your hands will be burnt, it will smell bad, and the color will be very strange, Do you want to try it? However, it seems that after the fingers are burned, they will never move... I will give you a chance, starting with the left hand in 5 minutes."

Mr. Bai closed the lighter and sat in front of the man in a leisurely posture, watching his struggle indifferently.

Fourteen by the window waited for 3 minutes and then gestured to Mr. Bai. Bai En nodded and said through the intercom: "Find someone to come in. I'm going home for lunch later. I don't want these things to get on my hands."

The man's lips turned white immediately.

Mr. Bai crossed his hands and slowly circled his index finger.

The person sent by Fourteen understood the mystery of this very well. After he took the lighter, he smiled and threw it away. He started with the red flame, and after the man was sweating from pain, he moved it a little bit, and continued to roast with the blue flame at the bottom. The temperature is still high, but at least the man's hand can be kept.

Mr. Bai has always done things in an orderly manner.

There was a moment of silence, the only sound in the basement was the man's constant wailing and the scorching 'Zla' ​​of the flames.

"Does your hand not hurt so much?" Mr. Bai said softly.His voice is very strange, it is neither yin nor yang, and it always has a strong sense of ridicule, and when good words come out of his mouth, there is always a sense of aloofness.He didn't hear much on weekdays, but now seeing such a terrifying scene and hearing his voice so suddenly, not only the tortured man, but also the other people outside the interrogation room trembled.

Mr. Bai paused for a while, then continued: "That's because your hand is almost cooked, you have to be prepared, your hand will be useless after baking, the doctor will advise you to amputate, you don't have to Face me with the determination to die, I just want to know everything you know, get what I want, I will not only send you out, but also give you enough money to hide abroad, including you family."

The bodyguard behind the man heard Fourteen's order coming from the microphone: "Inject the anesthetic into the fingers of prisoner A, the injection volume is [-] milliliters, and don't let prisoner A notice."

Mr. Bai waited for a few minutes, raised his hand to stop the bodyguard's movement, and looked at the man with a smile: "Is it unconscious? It seems that it is already cooked. Next is the right hand. By the way, the roasted left hand is delicious. Try it." point?"