Flower Master in the City

This roar immediately attracted the attraction of all the people in the newspaper, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties, with his hair disheveled and his face haggard. At the moment, he was glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that the thin man was familiar, but he could not remember the name of the man or where he had met him.

"Who am I?" The skinny man roared at Han Jian, "you black hearted reporter whose conscience was eaten by dogs, you ruined my official family, and even I don't remember who I am?"

"Go to the official family?" Han Jian's mind flashed a flash of inspiration, and then carefully stared at the thin man for a while, a little surprised and asked, "are you shangguanyong?"

"Do you remember me now?" Thin little man, that is, shangguanyong, looks at Han Jian with hate eyes.

"Of course, you're the black heart pastry owner who makes pastries out of date?" Han Jian is a little disdainful. "What? What can I do for you? "

In fact, in general, Han Jian will remember every object he reported, and the reason why he didn't recognize shangguanyong at the moment is that it has been almost half a year since the incident happened, and the image of shangguanyong has changed too much, but when shangguanyong prompts, he immediately remembers it. After all, shangguanyong is not a common surname.

"I didn't use overdue materials. You bastard took other people's money and deliberately blacked me!" Shangguan Yong shouts to Han Jian, "you wicked black hearted journalist, you are only taking money yourself, and you are not responsible at all. You have caused the closure of my ancestral pastry shop, and you have caused my wife and children to leave. I will fight with you today!"

When shangguanyong had finished saying this, he took his hand behind him to the front. Then, the newspaper people couldn't help shouting, because they all saw that shangguanyong had a pig knife in his hand!

Han Jian's face also changed a little. He took a step back subconsciously, but immediately found that there was no way back. He forced out a smile and said in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "shangguanyong, you misunderstood me. I wrote the report only according to what I saw. I did find out that your pastry shop used expired raw materials at that time. As for whether you were I don't know if they set me up. "

"Fart!" Shangguanyong roared, "Han Jian, I've asked someone to investigate you. You're a black hearted journalist who collects money to write about the harm to people!"

Shangguanyong said while holding a pig knife, he approached Han Jian. It seems that he really intends to cut people.

"Then, shangguanyong, I think you must have misunderstood me. I really confiscated other people's money. I wrote the report just because the customers in your shop called me..." Han Jian's face is a little pale. He can't help explaining. He wants to run, but he doesn't dare to run. He's afraid that as soon as he runs, shangguanyong will start immediately, so he can only delay as much as possible. He hopes that someone will call the police, so when the police arrive, he will be basically safe.

"Fart!" Shangguan bravely waved a pig knife and was very excited. "You didn't receive the money? There are two sets of 200 flat mansions in your family. Although your car is only Honda, your wife drives an Audi A8. Your wife has not worked yet. As a reporter, if you confiscate the black money, how can you get so much money? "

Dozens of pairs of eyes together Shua Shua look at Han Jian, the rest of the newspaper seemed a little surprised, Han Jian incredibly so rich? If what shangguanyong said is true, Han Jian is afraid that there is a real problem. Although journalists are not low-income people, they can't afford luxury houses and cars.

"I, I don't have that much money You must have made a mistake... " Han Jian is still denying it.

"Han Jian, I've asked the private detective to investigate everything about you very clearly. What kind of just reporter do you think you are? I've done all the bad things in private. I have nothing left. Now I'll kill the people!" Shangguanyong is obviously impatient with Han Jian's explanation. He doesn't hesitate any more. He stabs Han Jian with a pig knife. In his mind, he has an idea. He's not killing people. He's killing pigs. No, Han Jian, not even pigs!

There was a scream from the newspaper office. Fang Chan, who was close to Han Jian, even screamed. Han Jian's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to hide, but under the great fear, his body was completely out of control at this moment. He stood in place and did not move. He watched the pig knife stab him in the chest.

At the moment when the tip of the knife is about to pierce Han Jian's chest, Han Jian has only such an idea in his mind: "ten thousand dollars for life, it's too damn worthless."

The so-called ten thousand yuan is really the reward Han Jian paid for reporting shangguanyong's pastry shop. Of course, it's not shangguanyong that he was asked to report, but someone who has an enemy against shangguanyong, and that person, who only spent ten thousand yuan, broke shangguanyong's family.

"Hey, I'll kill later!" Just then, an unhappy voice came.

The expected pain didn't come. Han Jian couldn't help but open his eyes and look down. He broke into a cold sweat. Now his pig knife is less than a centimeter away from his chest.

In addition to his panic, Han Jian was very grateful because he saw two fingers holding the pig knife. It was these two fingers that made the pig knife unable to go further. At the moment, Han Jian had no time to think about why the two fingers could hold the knife. He just looked up at the owner of the two fingers and wanted to know who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin young man, with the appearance of more than 170 cm, dressed in casual clothes, looking ordinary, and nothing special.

"Who are you? Why are you helping such a bastard? " At the moment, shangguanyong looks at the young man angrily. He wants to draw the pig knife back, but he finds that he can't draw any money with all his strength.

"My name is summer, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the first day in the world." The young man looked at the officer and said, "do you want to kill this guy?"

"That's right. I'm going to stab this son of a bitch!" Said the Lord bravely and angrily.

"Oh, wait a minute. I'll ask this guy a question first." Summer turned to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy called long sword you?"

"You, what are you doing with the sword?" Han Jian is a little uneasy. Long sword is the pen name he used in Jianghai express.

"What do you want me to do with him?" Summer is a little unhappy, "you say quickly is not it?"

"He is the bastard of Longjian. His name is Han Jian, and the pen name used in the newspaper is Longjian!" Shangguanyong suddenly said, "now you know, can I kill this bastard?"

Summer shook his head: "No."

"You're like this asshole reporter!" Shangguanyong was furious at once.

Summer dissatisfied stare at shangguanyong: "Hey, old man, you don't talk about it, who is the same as that guy? I'll beat you if you don't talk! "

"If you're not with him, why help him?" The superior officer asked angrily.

"You have a brain problem. When did I help him?" Summer not good gas said.

Shangguanyong was almost angry. This guy blocked the knife for others. He said he didn't help Han Jian?

"If you hadn't caught the knife, I would have killed this bastard!" Cried the Lord bravely.

Summer nodded: "yes, if I don't catch the knife, you will kill this idiot. How can I beat him?"

Speaking of this, in summer, with a little effort of two fingers, shangguanyong suddenly stood unsteadily and stepped back a few steps.

"Ah, idiot, did you write this?" Summer took out a newspaper from his pocket, Jianghai express, and then pointed to the front page headline and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask you..." Han Jian didn't react for a while. Why does this benefactor seem to want to find him to settle accounts.

"Just you." Summer suddenly raised his hand, the newspaper suddenly became hard, and then, the newspaper fan to Han Jian's cheek.

"Pa!" The newspaper clapped on Han Jian's face and made a crisp sound.

"Er!" Han Jian gave a groan of pain.

What's the matter with the rest of the newspaper?

Holding the pig knife, shangguanyong, who was going to attack again, was also stunned. What did this man do? Don't let him kill Han Jian, but fight Han Jian here?

"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian is still a little dizzy.

"Because you idiot said bad things about my wife!" In the summer, I fan the newspaper again.

"Er!" Han Jian made another scream, and he stroked his cheek and backed away. "You, who is your wife?"

"My wife is the most beautiful sister of the police flower, cold!" Summer a flash to Han Jian in front, and then took the newspaper fan him.

As soon as this remark came out, all the people in the newspaper understood that it was the headline report that caused trouble today.

"Hello, why are you like this? Our reporter's right to report. How can you beat people at will? " At this time, Fang Chan was angry and yelled. Seeing her idol beaten so badly, she couldn't see it anymore. At last, she threatened, "I've called the police. The police will be here soon!"

"Whoever dares to speak ill of my wife, I'll beat him. I'll take care of whether he's a journalist or not." Summer did not take it seriously, and then the newspaper fell on Han Jian's face, and at this time, Han Jian's face, has swollen more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

"Hey, cold can do those shameless things, and no one can say Er... " Before Fang Chan finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain coming from her abdomen, and then the whole person flew up and fell heavily.