MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act Thirty

Brother Feng still answered very simply, "Yes."

Ling Lang did not expect to face Feng Hao's family alone on such occasions, let alone knowing what the other person's attitude towards himself was, and not knowing what to say. He simply kept silent.

Brother Feng is not a very talkative person, so the two looked at each other silently, and looked at each other impassively.

A single Ling Lang is enough to make the reporter feel that the air pressure is low. At this moment, a brother is added, and the temperature drops to zero.

He felt that he was going to freeze, and quickly came out to round the field, "Ah, Mr. Feng, you haven't come early enough, as you have agreed."

Brother Feng then turned his attention to him, "Isn't it convenient now?"

"No, of course, it's convenient. Teacher Ling's interview has just ended," the reporter waved.

Ling Lang realized that Feng Hao's brother had also come to be interviewed by the magazine. Is this the subject of an interview with the entire crew, including the producer of Shenyin?

Brother Feng nodded slightly towards Ling Lang, turned around and walked to the room where he had just interviewed. The reporter wondered whether he should continue to send Ling Lang or catch up quickly. When hesitating, Ling Lang already stepped into the elevator. The door close button was pressed.

When the reporter chased into the room, Brother Feng was already standing there looking at the interview manuscript just now. When he saw Ling Lang's evaluation of the new film, he laughed dismissively and threw the notes back to the original place.

The reporter quickly turned the page over, "It's scribbled and made you laugh."

Brother Feng calmly sat down on the sofa, raised Erlang's legs, "let's go."

If Ling Lang felt that it was difficult for reporters to approach, that brother just sitting there gave the reporter an inexplicable sense of oppression. He trembled and asked a few original questions, and the topic inevitably involved the other party ’s investment. Filmed on several movies.

"Mr. Feng has never been involved in the entertainment industry before. Why did he suddenly become interested in making movies, investing in four films in succession, and already started shooting the fifth one?"

Of course, it is even more weird that each starring role is the same, of course he did not say this sentence.

"I'm just entrusted, just by name," Brother Feng answered lightly.

The reporter did not expect that he would answer so straightforwardly, and simply asked, "Who's entrusted?"

"No comment."

"Don't you do it to win red-hot brothers in the entertainment industry?"

Brother Feng shook his head. "What he is playing, I have no interest at all."

"What do you think of the several movies that you invested in and starred in?"

"I didn't watch."

The reporter tweeted, "Did you not watch? Why?"

"No tickets."

reporter:"……"

"What do you think of Ling's romance?" It is because people have gossip. Although the style is seriously inconsistent with the magazine style, the reporter still wants to gossip about his job.

"I said, he is happy to do what is his thing, whether he wants to be a star or play a star, I have no interest."

"Is he really your brother?" The reporter couldn't help asking.

"Do you think we look like?" Brother Feng asked back.

The reporter looked closely and nodded solemnly, "It's very similar."

"Looking like doesn't mean anything."

The reporter's eyes widened, as if he knew something shocking gossip.

"But he is indeed my brother."

reporter:"……"

Brother Feng looked at his watch. "You asked me to come here to ask these boring topics? I remember that the theme of the interview proposed by your magazine was not this."

The reporter hurriedly sat down, and honestly shifted the topic to the original direction.

"So about your management philosophy ..."

******

Ling Lang returned home. He originally said that he would wait for Feng Hao at home but was not at home. He picked up his mobile phone and remembered that he didn't have the other party's phone number at all.

He dialed the agent's phone, and there was a voice message that the user had shut down.

At this time, the agent has begun his great tracking career. His equipment is not professional, and he cannot continue to capture signals beyond three kilometers from the target, so he must race against the red dot's route.

To his surprise, Red Dot stopped after about a quarter of an hour's work. The agent came to the door of an unknown building. Is this the old nest of Feng Hao?

He parked the car in an inconspicuous corner, took the tracker carefully and walked into the building, the red dot on it had been stationary for a long time, which meant that the other party's car was parked here, but he couldn't find anything Traces to that black car.

The agent walked in the building for a long time, but no one saw him. He touched each room, and finally a conversation came in one of the rooms. One of the sounds was Feng Hao.

"After all this time, haven't you asked?"

Although Feng Hao's voice was correct, the tone of tone was quite different from usual. The door of the room was not closed. The agent secretly looked in through the crack of the door. At a glance, he covered his mouth with surprise. Not the pervert who attacked Lang Lang that day?

"Sorry," the bodyguard respectfully said, "No matter how we press, he insists on the previous reason."

Feng Hao picked up a stack of information on the table, "A mental patient will prepare such comprehensive case information for his own crimes before he commits the crime?" He raised his hand, the paper splattered, "If this is also a mental illness, I don't see any normal people between you. "

The bodyguard bowed his head and said nothing, but the murderer hahaha laughed three times, and then suddenly smiled, the savage said, "Hurry up, or I will sue you for abusing lynching!"

"Abusing lynching?" Feng Hao laughed. "I'm afraid you haven't seen anything about lynching."

He clapped his hands, and immediately a bodyguard brought a bottle, exactly the same as the infusion bottle used when the murderer attacked Ling Lang that day.

The bodyguard put the bottle on the table, put on plastic gloves, took out a few drops of transparent liquid in the bottle with a straw, and dropped it onto the gauze on the side. The gauze was carbonized immediately into a black hole.

Where would the murderer not understand this, his face immediately changed, "What are you doing?"

The bodyguard took out nine identical bottles and quickly mixed the previous bottles with them. The perpetrator's eyes widened, but he was dazzled by the rapid movements of his hands. He didn't know which one was the sulfuric acid bottle.

Another bodyguard brought in a pair of gloves, and Feng Hao put it on gracefully. No one would associate his actions with the assailants. Those who did n’t know thought he would do elegant behavior next.

"Nine bottles are glucose. I do n’t think you know what the other bottle is. Maybe you have nine chances, or you may not have one at a time." Feng Hao's hand swiped evenly over the ten bottles. The signs of stopping all provoked the murderer's heart, "How about it, should you choose it yourself, or should I choose it for you?"

The murderer's face was white. "You, don't mess around."

"It seems you want me to help you decide," he picked up the right-most bottle, "willing to help."

"Don't ah ah ah-" The murderer thought Feng Hao was just frightening and frightening him, who knew that the other person would spill the liquid in the bottle without saying a word. After tasting the sweet taste of the liquid in his mouth, he finally understood that the person was actually Not as harmless as it looks.

"Good luck, come again," Feng Hao didn't give the other a chance to breathe, and then picked up the second bottle of glucose again, but this time the murderer was already scared.

"The third bottle."

Seeing that the other party was going to do it again, the murderer didn't want to shout out loud, "No! No! I said! I said!"

Feng Hao's hand stopped.

"I'm not a pervert, someone asked me to do this!"

"Who?"

The murderer began to hesitate, and when he saw the other person's behavior again, he screamed out in a hurry, "It is President Yi! President Yi wants me to do well!"

Bang-the door was kicked open at once, the agent rushed in, holding the collar of the murderer, "what do you say? You say it again!"

"Yi always wanted me to pretend to be a pervert to attack Ling Lang." Now that the murderer has recruited him, he has moved horizontally to the end. "Everything in my house is a blind eye method set by Yi. I wo n’t be sentenced, and he ’ll give me a lot of money ... I'm telling the truth, if you do n’t believe you can check my account! ”

"We have checked your account," Feng Hao said.

"Not that, I have one more! It was opened in the name of my ex-wife!"

Feng Hao winked, and several bodyguards stepped out immediately.

The agent shook him off, picked up the case reports scattered on the ground, and saw more and more anger. With this evidence, even if he was sent to court, he could be guilty for spiritual reasons. If Feng Hao didn't get him, I'm afraid he's at the moment.

"Fuck, this Pharaoh Ba is still dead," the agent rushed to Feng Hao, "the gloves are here!"

"What are you doing!" The murderer showed his fear, "I have already recruited!"

The agent shouted, "It's hard to dispel my hatred without spilling all these bottles!"

The fourth bottle was still glucose, but the murderer could not know because he was fainted.

"It's really bad for thousands of years," the agent didn't know who he was scolding, took off his gloves and fell on the table, but he also saw something familiar there.

Then he remembered how abruptly his appearance appeared, and looked at Feng Hao, who had both hands in his pockets to watch the show, "Hey, it's a coincidence, I actually met you here."

Feng Hao stared at the positioning launcher on the eye table casually. "In the future, if you have any questions, you can directly ask me. There is no need to play with these carving skills. Moreover, in this matter, I think you should stand on the united front with me. Up."

The agent understood that his actions were under the control of the other party from the beginning, and had to smile embarrassingly, but he couldn't smile quickly when he thought of the murderer.

He had a dignified expression. "I thought the old man with the surname Yi had died long ago. At least he would never dare to return. He did not expect that after a lapse of ten years, he would have the courage to come out and make waves."

Seeing that Feng Hao didn't ask, he took the initiative to say, "The surname of Yi and Ling Lang had already complained a long time ago. He hated Ling Lang so much. If he was alive, he would never give up."

"Is the CEO of Yi's then?"

The agent was surprised that the surname of Yi was also a man with a face and face, but his business collapsed overnight after being wiped out by Mr. Mo. Even now, there are not many people who can call his name, not to mention It's a young man like Feng Hao.

"Do you know?" The agent asked in amazement.

"I've heard it," Feng Hao replied lightly.

"He ..." The agent frowned, wondering if he should tell Feng Hao this past, "He was trying to hide the rules at that time, when he was still a fledgling newcomer."

Feng Hao waited quietly for a long time, "What then?"

"Without success, Ling Lang kicked him into a cripple," feeling that the word **** was not accurate enough, and he added, "the middle of one knee was not delivered to the hospital and was not rescued. In the end, it became an egg. "

He frowned subconsciously when he said this.

Later, if it wasn't for Mr. Mo's sudden intervention, I am afraid that Ling Lang would spend the rest of his life in jail. It was that time that he was entrusted with Mr. Mo's agent to become Lang Lang's agent.

He will never forget to see Ling Lang in the detention center for the first time. The young man's eyes are completely different from the entertainers who have been in the entertainment industry for several years. Looking at his appearance alone cannot really connect him with his deeds.

--who are you?

——I am your agent.

The young Ling Lang looked up, his dark eyes gazed at him, and his eyes were still clear today.

This matter belongs to the secret history of the old age, let alone the media. The entire entertainment circle is almost unknown. Mr. Mo even wiped out Ling Lang's case thoroughly, making it impossible for anyone interested to investigate.

After that, Yilidan also quickly disappeared into people's vision. The agent thought he had been expelled from Mr. Mo long ago. He never expected that he was alive, let alone that he planned to avenge Ling Lang.

The agent woke up from the memories and Feng Hao had already come to the door. "This person will leave it to you. You can do whatever you like."

"Where are you going?" The agent asked loudly.

"Go home," Feng Hao suddenly stood, turned around, his eyes were cold, and it seemed to imply murderousness. This kind of Feng Hao's agent had only been seen in the play.

"Also," he said, "don't let the senior know about this."