Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

He participated in the program because he had his eyes on the platform created by Han Jingmo and wanted to invest in it. The latter agreed. Although Han Jingmo, as his uncle, would certainly not go back on his word, Han Yi still wanted to urge him.

After all, at this rate, the benefits can be imagined.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Han Yi's eyes. After all, Han Jingmo was a born businessman.

As I was thinking this, I didn't receive a reply to the message in my hand. When I looked up, I saw the person who sent the message appeared at the door of the coffee shop.

The man was wearing an ankle-length black coat, and only a mask and a pair of glasses without prescription. His eyes were slightly narrowed under the lenses, and he looked around the coffee shop, and finally his eyes fell on him.

Han Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stood up and called out, "Uncle."

Han Jingmo turned around and walked straight to the seat opposite him and sat down.

Han Yi didn't expect Han Jingmo to come straight to him. After sitting down, he didn't say anything. He had to ask carefully: "Uncle, did you come here to meet someone?"

Han Yi glanced at him and replied, "Just passing by."

"Oh."

The topic was disconnected again. Han Yi thought about it and started a new topic. In fact, he was secretly asking: "Uncle, how did you come up with the idea of ​​letting Mu Yang be a permanent guest on the show?"

"Director Li." Still two short words.

Han Yi found it a little strange. Han Jingmo was not the kind of person who would repeatedly do favors for others.

"Uncle, you know Mu Yang's reputation in the circle. If you want to find someone, her age is also..."

Han Jingmo looked expressionless. He raised his hand to check the time. It had been a full thirty minutes since the agreed time. He guessed that someone would not come.

So Han Jingmo stood up and walked out. This sudden movement made Han Yi stand up subconsciously.

In his sight, Han Jingmo paused at the door, turned around and looked at him and said, "Let's put the issue of shares you mentioned on hold for now and talk about it later."

Put on hold? What does that mean? Will he not be given the shares?

There was no time to ask, and there was no one at the door.

Han Yi stood where he was, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, his eyes darkening instantly.

Sure enough, all the kindness I had shown him before was just an act.

......

When Hua Xia woke up and opened the door, she saw the robot, warming her breakfast, had been waiting at the door for a long time.

He took out the porridge and patted the robot's head. A smiley face instantly appeared on the robot's screen. Hua Xia smiled and said, "You idiot, you are not as useful as this smart robot."

250 rebuttal: [This is not an intelligent robot, this is a mentally retarded robot, it is not intelligent at all! ]

It was already eleven o'clock. If Han Yi's appointment had not been too early and she could not get up, she would really like to go and see in person what Han Yi was planning.

After having 'breakfast', Hua Xia had no announcements to make as her agent was angry and left, so she was free and dressed up to go out for a stroll in Wencheng.

Wencheng is an ancient city with 3A-level and above scenic spots everywhere.

As they were walking around, they all came to the door of an Internet cafe, which turned out to be an illegal Internet cafe.

【......really......】

Hua Xia went in and asked for a secluded spot, and said to the system: "I'm here to do serious work."

Seeing that she was a petite girl, the boss did not ask for her ID card and opened a machine for Hua Xia as requested.

After sitting down, Hua Xia skillfully typed code to hack into the backend of Xingyu Media, accurately found an encrypted file with the words "top secret file" and opened it, which contained various chat records, transaction records, and audio and video recordings.

Wow, this famous pimping company in the industry really does not get its reputation for nothing. The novel only gave it a brief description, but I didn’t expect that it is so dark under the surface without a single ray of light.

After filtering out some private information and packaging the transaction records, Hua Xia sent all the items to Han Jingmo.

She doesn't have to deal with the rest.

[Host, do you want to be exposed? ]

Hua Xia answered as she browsed: "No."

What she sent to Han Jingmo were people and things related to the original owner, or some people who had some connection with the male protagonist of this world.

As for what kind of deal they made, Han Jingmo would have to check it out himself.

It only took more than ten minutes to do all this, and then 250 watched the host skillfully clear all the browsing information, and then opened the popular games in this world and started downloading.

【......】He just knew it!

Playing games is the main thing, and investigating Star Language Media is just a side job.

When it was just getting dark, just when 250 thought that the host would play all night again, the assistant called to ask where Hua Xia was.

Mingming was taken away when Chen Shan left, so it should be Han Jingmo who asked Mingming to come and ask.

Hua Xia said she would go back right away, and played for more than an hour before walking out of the Internet cafe with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

The night breeze was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. Hua Xia didn't take a taxi and just walked on the road. She stopped in front of the glass door of a cake shop that had closed down.

She looked inside, and the light from the street lamps on both sides cast her shadow inside.

250 was confused, and the next moment, he saw the host approach the reflective glass and sighed at his own figure inside: "Although this appearance is far inferior to mine, it is better than most people here. Not bad, not bad."

【...】

The host, who was always too lazy, did not take a taxi back, but strolled lazily along the road. Seeing the road getting more and more remote, 250 began to look around very experiencedly, but he did not notice anything wrong, nor did he see any suspicious people.

"Host, is someone following you?"

Just as I was wondering, the screen went black and the signal was cut off.

......

Avoiding the cameras on both sides of the road, Hua Xia walked to the back of an old residential building in an unusually leisurely manner.

A man wearing a large bat-shaped sweater with a hood covering his entire face appeared at the intersection. He quickly walked to the corner where Hua Xia disappeared. As soon as he turned the corner, he met the sight of the woman who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest.

The latter had a half-smile on his lips, and looked at him without any emotion in his eyes.

"Enough of following? Who are you?"

The man's face was hidden under the large hood, covering his flickering eyes: "Not anyone, your fan."

Hua Xia took a step forward: "Really?"

The man's head lowered lower and lower, probably trying to cover himself. The next moment, a pair of small hands grabbed his shoulders. His head was spinning, and with a bang, he felt a pain in his back. The man's hands were twisted in a strange posture.

"...You are so vicious..."

The hood was removed, revealing a strange face with clear features and a high nose bridge. He did not look like an ordinary person, but his words and voice were completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Hua Xia walked up to him and kicked him rudely. The kick was quite heavy and the man groaned.

She squatted down, with a surprised and innocent expression: "Hey, how did you fall like this? You can fall even when walking on flat ground?"

man:"......"