violent love affair

The U.S. rights to Undertow landed on Starlight without any surprises, and its premiere was scheduled for a Friday night.

Thanks to Mrs. Shaw's previous efforts, the films produced by AE have always enjoyed a certain degree of popularity and acceptance in this country across the ocean.In addition, "Trek" had achieved a not-so-low box office before, which also made Yat-Chen Shao known by quite a few movie fans.

After "Undercurrent" was added with the tragedy of Mrs. Shaw's death and the news that the main actor passed away for three years because of the pain of losing his mother, this film has also attracted the attention of many people...while other films such as Starlight have an Asian background. The news of the owner and other news also gave this movie a lot of exposure, and it did not lose the limelight of several movies of the same schedule for a while.

All this is a very new field for Du Zhuoyang, so even with the help of people specially recruited by Shao Junzhe, there will still be small details here and there that are overlooked-this undoubtedly increases his effort on this matter. degree.Of course, some unpublicized behaviors of a certain person not only failed to bring any benefit, but added a lot of trouble to this upstart in the film industry.

So, at the dinner after the premiere, Du Zhuoyang was drunk.

Two hours before the premiere, Du Zhuoyang hosted a small but high-level internal meeting.The main content of the meeting was to use the box office revenue of this movie to convert a huge amount of arms revenue into legal revenue.

After the meeting, there were only two people left in the small conference room.

Du Zhuoyang sat at the head of the oval conference table, his hands casually forming a tower shape in front of him.Half of his body was hidden in the shadow cast by the setting sun, and he stared motionlessly at the printed paper on the table in front of him.

It's the promotional poster for "Undercurrent", single player.

Aji stood beside him with his hands down, quietly daring not to make a sound.

The sun gradually went down.

The conference room without artificial lighting was gradually plunged into a blur of gray darkness, until a warm orange light lit up between Du Zhuoyang's fingers, bright and dark.

On this day, Aki heard a sentence that he will probably never forget in his life.

When the warm orange light disappeared, he heard Du Zhuoyang say to him or to himself: "This seat, after you sit down, you can't live without it even if you die." .”

The tone is cold and deep, and the tone is calm and slow.

After hearing these words, Aji suddenly comprehended Du Zhuoyang's thoughts and feelings in his heart.

... How did he answer at that time?By the way, he said carefully, "Young Master Du, your seat is not something anyone can sit in if they want."

Then, he heard the man chuckle, "No one but me."

Waking up with a hangover is not a good feeling, especially when the sun is shining almost arrogantly.

After Du Zhuoyang frowned and struggled to wake up from one chaotic dream after another, he thought for a moment that he was still dreaming.

The protagonist of the nightmare leaned against the door with a cup of coffee, and greeted him relaxedly, "Hi~ my dear..."

And it's a strange room and a strange door panel.

"Where is this?" Du Zhuoyang's voice was slightly hoarse, and he subconsciously touched the pillow while talking.

"Our home." Fang Shuping answered very smoothly, and then he quickly jumped out of Du Zhuoyang's field of vision.

——This master failed to touch his firearm from the pillow that wasn't his own, so he picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and smashed it at the place where Fang Shuping's head was just now.

Fang Shuping firmly believed that if someone took a ruler to measure, the positive and negative numbers would definitely be within 5mm.

"...Your home, your home and mine are all yours..." Fang Shuping stretched out his coffee cup from the doorway, shaking pitifully like a white flag, Du Zhuoyang ignored him with a cold face, and opened the door Sit up with the quilt on your body.

He walked across the wooden floor barefoot and closed the door of the room with his hands.

The clothes he wore last night were so crumpled that he couldn't wear them anymore, and there was also the smell of waste that only belonged to the drunken dinner party.

Ties, shirts, belts, trousers... stretched all the way until they were blocked outside the bathroom door, and then there was the sound of splashing water.

After seeing Du Zhuoyang again, Fang Shuping, who was almost caught in the nose, said brightly, "I have never seen my clothes look so good."

Du Zhuoyang said concisely, "Shut up. Let's go."

The former sentence was addressed to the owner of the clothes, and the latter sentence was addressed to the trembling Aki downstairs.

"Hey," Fang Shuping said dissatisfied, "My dear, you can't just throw away the unwanted ones... Are you satisfied with my performance last night?"

Without saying a word, Du Zhuoyang walked out with a murderous look, his eyes were so sharp that he could stab himself to pieces.

Aji tremblingly took small steps, carefully measuring the distance between himself and Du Shao, and kept thinking in his heart that the young master's aura this time is really amazing, compared to the night of bloody murder ten years ago. And nothing less than that, just looking at this overflowing energy shock wave is enough to KO that so-and-so back and forth five, six, seven, eighty-ninety times...

It can be seen from this that Aji's recent hobby is watching hot-blooded fighting comics, which were from the last century.

Du Zhuoyang, who was pale because of insufficient and restful sleep, apparently did not expect the situation to happen: his latest favorite car was surrounded by a bunch of black human heads and bright white flashing lights. The small two-story building began to crackle and flash non-stop.

Du Zhuoyang pursed his upper lip and walked towards his car without looking sideways, completely ignoring the chirping birdsong in his ear, but in his heart he had the desire to pick up a "Metal Storm" in a fan shape and pull the trigger for a minute or two impulse.

"...Mr. Du, is the man behind you your lover?" The reporter who was squeezed in the middle and couldn't ask questions at a close distance roared out in correct Chinese.

Du Zhuoyang turned around slowly, looked at the mixed-race young man who was screaming and struggling to squeeze towards him, his tightly stretched lips drew a slight arc, and then murderously dropped five words ——

"I, remember you."

The threatening meaning of these words is so strong and substantive that the noisy interview scene was silent for a while.

In just such a pause, he was driven up from behind, and was led to squeeze through the front door.

"Excuse me... Let me... Please... Excuseme... Get away from me... Fuckyouup..." Fang Shuping muttered all the way and squeezed into this beautiful Porsche Cayenne, throwing himself heavily on the back seat of the car Sitting on the back of the soft leather chair, he exaggeratedly reached out to wipe away the non-existent sweat, "Oh my God, I feel like I just escorted my..."

A small silver-white Colt pistol was lightly tapped on the tip of the chattering man's nose, successfully making him change the second half of his sentence.

"...My... By the way, my dear, you can find a handful of dangerous objects anywhere. The gadgets on your body have opened my eyes to me yesterday." Fang Shuping raised his hands to his own ear, while smiling innocently and shyly.

The muzzle of the gun slowly moved up from the tip of the man's nose, and the finger on the trigger remained very steady. "I think," Du Zhuoyang narrowed his eyes and said, "about rose thorns or something—you don't mind repeating what you said."

The black muzzle of the gun stopped at the very center of the man's forehead, and the position was pleasing to the eye.

Fang Shuping carefully made a movement of zipping his lips, and then looked at Du Zhuoyang pitifully.

"Where are we going?" Fang Shuping, who was forced to be quiet for less than an hour, could only hold back for less than 5 minutes after he couldn't see the Colt, and found Du Zhuoyang again.

"No one is 'us' with you," Du Zhuoyang glanced down at Fang Shuping—this action made him look particularly proud, "You will get out at the next intersection."

Fang Shuping was about to say something when his face suddenly changed.

Du Zhuoyang was about to say something more to ridicule Fang Shuping, but after seeing the change in his face, he also changed his face after a little thought.

"Aki!" he yelled, "get off the main road..."

Before the words were finished, a black car that had been hoisting unhurriedly behind the Cayenne suddenly started to accelerate, with obvious intentions to stick up.

Du Zhuoyang kicked the car door open, leaned half his body out, followed by a series of swift shots.

Six bullets accurately hit the right front wheel of the black car, blasting the thick rubber tire.After a tooth-piercing grinding sound, the black car lost its balance and crashed into a big tree beside the road.

At this time, even Aki could see that something was wrong: from some time on, there were no vehicles driving in front of or behind them, except for the black car with no license plate that had just had a punctured tire.

"Get off the main road!" Du Zhuoyang angrily threw the emptied Colt onto the carpet in the car, "They must have set up an ambush on the road ahead..."

"There is no signal." Fang Shuping closed his mobile phone, and then he said, "Someone used electromagnetic interference equipment...or destroyed the equipment."

Du Zhuoyang stroked a jade ring on the little finger of his left hand, and said with a sneer, "It's really a moving technique I'm familiar with...I'll let those Italians know the consequences."

The car plunged into the dense forest and inevitably slowed down. At this time, Du Zhuoyang was looking at Fang Shuping with a very unkind look.

"Twelve bodyguards," the corners of his lips curled up dangerously, "if you hadn't gotten me to your damn kennel for your cleverness, I should have twelve bodyguards by my side now."

"I know," Fang Shuping shrugged his shoulders slightly, looking innocent and in need of a beating, "It took me a lot of work to get rid of them yesterday."

"...It's really touching." Du Zhuoyang's words were almost swallowed up by gnashing of teeth into soft whispers.

"Shut up!" Aki yelled loudly, "You're still bickering all the time!! Now the most urgent thing is... Boss, I was wrong, you continue and you just treat me as if I farted just now..."

Not everyone can release domineering air, if you don't pay attention, you will become a bastard farting.

There was a depressing silence in the carriage, accompanied by the sound of the branches outside the carriage scraping the car paint, inexplicably there was an illusion of being cornered.

"You go." Du Zhuoyang said to Fang Shuping with his chin raised slightly.

Fang Shuping replied, "Don't go anywhere..."

The atmosphere of the dead end was spoiled.

Du Zhuoyang looked at Fang Shuping, and suddenly "haha" laughed twice, although there was no trace of a smile in what he said, "I don't want to die in a foreign country with someone like you by my side. "He stopped laughing, and there was an indifferent indifference in his voice, "You go, those people are not here to look for you."

Fang Shuping looked at Du Zhuoyang, blinked slowly, his eyes were focused and serious.

"Let's go," he said, and then repeated firmly, "Let's go."