burst! A top-level boss appeared on a variety show and was targeted by the movie king

"Where is the driver from?" Sang Si asked with a smile, his tone was soft, which made people feel good.

He glanced at the driver's burly figure without trace.

"I'm from Wenzhou." The driver smiled heartily, "The director saw that I have good driving skills and am big, so he usually lets me drive and carry machinery."

"Do they speak Chaozhou dialect over there in Wenzhou? You don't even have an accent at all." Sang Si said with great interest.

The driver smiled and said, "I've been out here for a long time, so it's not okay if I don't speak Mandarin well."

Sang Si curled his lips and said nothing. The cell phone lost signal at some point.

The car was traveling in an increasingly deviated direction and began to drive rapidly towards the mountain.

He pretended to be puzzled, "Master driver, are you driving the wrong way? This is not the way to J Dance Institute."

When the destination was reached, the driver revealed his true face. He took off his mask, stared at Sang Si with a sinister look, and said word by word: "Of course it's not the way to the dance institution, this is to take you to the West." road."

Sang Si's face showed visible panic, "You, who are you? Where is the real driver? You are, you are the Wang Gui, nicknamed Brother Hu."

"Haha, you're not stupid." This feeling of holding other people's lives in your hands made Brother Hu feel very happy. He licked his dry and flaky lips wickedly.

Seeing that Sang Si was about to call the police with his mobile phone, Brother Hu kindly reminded: "It's useless, I have a jammer on me. Your mobile phone cannot send a message or make a call."

"What do you want to do by arresting me?" Sang Si clenched the phone with his fingers and forced himself to calm down: "If you want money, I can give it to you. My eldest brother is the president of the Sang Group. I can give you whatever you want. "

"Money? Yes, you are right, I want money."

Brother Hu sneered and increased the accelerator, and the black SUV drove at high speed on the bumpy mountain road.

Bumpy and bumpy.

Sang Si could only hold on to the seat in front of him to steady his body. Even so, the blood on his face was falling inch by inch.

He sat on the seat pale and feeble.

The road conditions in front of us gradually became clearer, and the car stopped on a flat land.

The car door beside him was opened, and Brother Hu's big face came closer to Sang Si. He stared at Sang Si's pale face a few more times, "You do have a pretty face."

But it's a pity that such people are destined to live under the protection of others and cannot withstand wind and rain.

To put it bluntly, it is just a dodder flower that is weak and can be bullied.

Regarding this person's identity, Brother Hu didn't believe it at first. It really didn't fit the description of him by the locals in Liangcheng.

When he was a teenager, he led the villagers to plant traditional Chinese medicine, went to the fields himself, and stayed with the medicinal herbs all year round.

He seemed to be incompatible with the rich man in front of him who came from a rich family and had never experienced much hardship.

If Brother Hu hadn't had an idea last night, he jumped into the river to escape, and disguised himself as an ambush near the police station all night.

After asking several locals, he couldn't believe that the young man in front of him who was about to turn twenty was the mysterious young master of Liangcheng.

Sang Si's face was pale, and his angry eyes looked at Brother Hu in horror, "What do you want to do?"

He was huddled in the corner of the back seat, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Brother Hu forcibly grabbed Sang Si, pulled him out of the car and threw him to the ground.

"Ouch." Sang Si covered his foot. There was a raised stone where he fell, and his ankle hit it directly.

Okay, it doesn't hurt, he's pretending.

Finally, I get to play the role of a little white flower for once. After all, I have to sing this scene.

Brother Hu took the mobile phone from Sang Si's hand and said in a cruel tone, "Call your brother, hurry up."

"I'll call, I'll call." Sang Si tremblingly pressed his brother's phone number on the screen, and the call was connected within a second.

Sang Chao's gentle voice came out, "Hey, Ah Si."

Brother Hu grabbed the phone and put it in his ear, "President Sang, right? Your brother is in my hands now."

Hearing the unfamiliar voice on the phone, Sang Chao, who was in a meeting, immediately raised his hand.

The staff who were still discussing looked at Sang Chao in confusion.

Sang Chao stood up, gave his secretary a look, and walked out of the conference room quickly.

Secretary: "The meeting is suspended. All managers will go back and sort out the problems that arise in their respective positions in written form. I will submit them directly to the president."

"What conditions do you have?" Sang Chao's tone was slightly cold, but full of eagerness.

Brother Hu raised his lips with satisfaction, "I want a helicopter and 300 million in cash."

"How do I know if my brother is really in your hands?" Sang Chao sneered and took out a spare mobile phone with his free hand.

The program team could no longer contact Sang Si, and they speculated that something might have happened.

All guests returned to the lobby.

The viewers in the live broadcast room still didn't know what happened, and they felt weird when they saw the guests coming back.

[What happened to the guests? Why are they all suddenly back? 】

[Where's Si Bao? Why hasn't he come back? His live broadcast camera hasn't been turned on. Did he go on some secret mission? 】

But no one can care about the live broadcast at the moment.

Director Zheng couldn't calm down now. Sang Si was the one who asked him to go out alone. At least the other guests had a follower to follow him during the live broadcast.

All right under your nose.

Only Sang Si lost contact within twenty minutes after leaving home.

Before going out, he specifically asked Sang Si to send a video to the program team every fifteen minutes.

But don't say anything now, the chat box is empty.

Can't get through the phone either.

Director Zheng walked around the lobby anxiously.

We can only pray that Sang Si's cell phone battery is out of battery, so he can't be contacted temporarily.

It was obviously a heated lobby, but everyone felt creepy at this moment.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on Lu Qingfang standing at the door.

He stood there upright, exuding a terrifying aura.

It makes people feel a chill rising from their bones for no reason.

The stern face and dark eyes looked like a cheetah that had been suppressed for a long time and was ready to attack.

For the first time, everyone didn't know how to talk to Lu Qingfang. After all, Lu Qingfang looked very dangerous now.

It's like saying something and you'll be stabbed in the next second.

"Ding dong..."

Suddenly a cell phone ringtone rang in the lobby.

Shao Wenci frowned and opened his phone, seeing a text message from an unknown number.

He hesitated before closing the phone, then clicked on the message.

The displayed content made Shao Wenci's eyes freeze.

(I’m Sang Chao. I’m calling you. Don’t talk.)

Shao Wenci subconsciously turned off his radio equipment and walked up to Gu Qingfang.

He mouthed silently: Stop talking and turn off the radio.