Zeng Xiaoxian, the Strongest Running Man

Zeng Xiaoxian was depressed for a while, his first feeling was that Hu Yifei was cheated, a bottle of medicinal wine cost three thousand, more expensive than ordinary Moutai!

"Where did you meet?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked casually.

Hu Yifei said: "I met in the community."

"He also lives in the love apartment?"

"No, he came to the community to do business!"

"Sell medicinal wine?"

"No, phone film!"

Zeng Xiao Xian:"……"

When Zeng Xiaoxian was dumbfounded, Hu Yifei had already poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his hands vigorously.After the medicinal wine was rubbed warm, Hu Yifei's two hands began to press on the back of Zeng Xiaoxian's neck.

"do not move!"

After all, Zeng Xiaoxian is a practitioner, and he has a lot of research on the acupuncture points of the human body. As soon as Hu Yifei put his hands on the back of his neck, he knew that these were the two big acupuncture points on his neck.Usually, if you come up in a circle, you will die!

Hu Yifei's two hands began to knead gently on the two acupuncture points, and after a while, they gradually increased their strength.

Zeng Xiaoxian closed his eyes, he suddenly felt the medicinal power of the medicinal wine on Hu Yifei's palm seep into the acupuncture points through his skin little by little.The next moment, his acupoints were full of vitality, which is the kind of blood circulation and blood stasis mentioned above!

Zeng Xiaoxian was overjoyed and asked, "Yifei, did Huang Feihong teach you this massage technique?"

"It's not Huang Feihong, it's Huang Huifeng, don't call the master's name wrong!"

Zeng Xiaoxian was speechless for a while, why is this person's name so awkward, but now he has gradually begun to believe that this person really has a way, especially the massage technique, which is very different.

Half an hour later, Hu Yifei finished pressing Zeng Xiaoxian. The latter stood up, shook his shoulders, and shook his head. The fatigue in his whole body was indeed relieved a lot.He took the jar of wine and sniffed it under his nose again, the aroma of the wine was strong.He brought a small wine glass, poured half of it, and Zeng Xiaoxian drank it in one gulp, but a tragedy happened, and the next second Zeng Xiaoxian was so drunk that he passed out. .

486. Arrogant Ah San

"Feng Jingyao?"

Upon hearing the name Feng Jingyao, everyone present became interested.

Fan Binbin grew up in Shanghai Bund, and he is familiar with the folk tales circulating in Shanghai Bund. As for Feng Jingyao, one of the most famous three giants in Shanghai Bund in the old society, he heard it from adults when he was a child.

It is said that this man was a legend in his life, and he was also good and evil. Although he smuggled opium and arms to make the country rich, but at the same time he hated the foreigners who oppressed and oppressed the people in Shanghai. Women's foreigners launched an assassination.And being defeated by foreigners in the end is closely related to what he did.

Now when he heard that Zeng Xiaoxian was planning to make a film and television drama about Feng Jingyao, the legendary figure in Shanghai, Fan Binbin immediately became interested.

Her beautiful eyes lit up, she put down the red wine glass in her hand, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxian, do you really want to shoot a scene about Feng Jingyao? Can you give me a role?"

She still has some admiration for Feng Jingyao, so she immediately became interested.

Hearing this, Zeng Xiaoxian said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem, I can only wish for you to join me, Binbin!"

Hearing Zeng Xiaoxian call her Binbin directly, Fan Binbin smiled charmingly, "Then we can make a deal!"

Wang Dajun had also heard about Feng Jingyao for a long time, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xian, your idea is very good. There are too many stories in Shanghai Bund, and it is very valuable to be able to film them."

Everyone present nodded their heads, suddenly a middle-aged man with a brownish-black complexion stood up and toasted Zeng Xiaoxian with a smile.

"Nihao, Mr. Zeng Xiaoxian, I came from India to communicate. My name is Abani, and I write scripts for Bollywood in India. If you need anything, I can provide you with good help. China's Shanghai is also very interested, I think it is a metropolis that is almost comparable to our Mumbai!"

Abani's Chinese is very poor, but he can barely understand it.

For Ah San, because of their naturally arrogant and ostentatious characters, Zeng Xiaoxian has always been quite disgusted. In addition, there are frequent frictions between the two countries on the border near the Himalayas. Strong hostility, so Zeng Xiaoxian never thought of cooperating with Indian Asan.

But he never expected that at the welcome dinner today, a genuine Indian third son appeared.

What made Zeng Xiaoxian even more dumbfounded was that this guy actually wanted to help him write the script?To say that Shang Hai is almost comparable to Mumbai?

Zeng Xiaoxian's mind froze for a moment, and then he looked at Wang Dajun suspiciously, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

I said boss, what's the situation? This is, how did this stuff get in here?

Wang Dajun and everyone present also understood Abani's words. Although he wanted to express his good intentions on the surface, the arrogance and unruly words made everyone present, including Wang Dajun, feel very depressed.

What does it mean that Shanghai is almost comparable to Mumbai?Even Mumbai?

Want to help Zeng Xiaoxian write the script?You deserve it too?

Although Bollywood is better than domestic development, it is not qualified to be so awesome, right?

In fact, Wang Dajun is also very hard-working. He is not interested in India's Asan, but because he wants to enter the European and American markets, and domestic operations are not so convenient due to various reasons. Through a friend's introduction, he and India's Bollywood A film and television company got involved and planned to enter the European and American markets through Bollywood channels, but they never expected that the so-called senior person sent by the other party turned out to be a veritable funny guy?

Wang Dajun shook his head indiscriminately, meaning to let Zeng Xiaoxian deal with it as he pleases.

Knowing that the other party is not a very important person, Zeng Xiaoxian is not in the mood to chatter with him.

He sat on the chair first, looked at Abani with a smile, and waited until the other party felt uncomfortable, then raised his glass and said cheerfully: "So what, Arni? Oh no, Abani? I'm sorry, I don't Need an assistant."

Baby and Fan Binbin burst out laughing. Although the others in the room were too scruple to be polite, they all blushed, obviously enduring it very hard.

Wang Dajun and Zheng Zidan looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with a smile.

 …  

Xiaoxian's mouth is too poisonous!

And Wang Wenwen, who had been unable to get in the way, was sitting on the side drinking soy sauce, and now he was shaking with laughter, "Brother Zeng, you are too bad, hee hee!"

Abani's Chinese is pretty good, and he understood Zeng Xiaoxian's words, that's why he wasn't treated as a dish at all, his brown-black face had already turned the color of a pig's liver.