After Becoming a Little |

"Why did I lie to you?"

"Then—where is her family from?"

"Oh, I don't dare to say that. Anyway, they have bodyguards. They can legally hold guns in the country to ensure safety when necessary. You were lucky just now. You didn't meet anyone with bodyguards, otherwise they could give you Press it directly to the ground."

The greasy man looked over subtly, with a little disbelief, but out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an iron tower version of Jiegui coming up from the parking lot not far away, even in the cold wind of Dongshan City. In winter, the other party simply put on an air force leather jacket with a muscular vest inside, a pair of wide tactical trousers and thick long-leg tactical boots. No one believes it.

The taste is too strong!

Although she is a hairy girl, the muscular sister Gui Aige's figure often makes people ignore all other aspects. Even the iron-like big buttocks can't cover up the pressure brought by her muscles. Even a pretty face, against the fist that is as big as a casserole, is nothing more than the difference between a hypocritical magical girl and a real magical girl.

The greasy man just watched helplessly as the muscular sister Gui Aige walked up to Xiong Luoli, squatted down with ease, carried her on his shoulders with ease, and stood up like a bear standing upright, startling the surroundings all the pigeons.

They seemed to be communicating with each other, and then the muscular iron tower lady turned her head with a cold expression, glanced to this side, and met the eyes of the greasy man—cold, without emotion, a cold killing machine.

Little did they know that at this moment, Ms. Aige, the killer robot city soldier Wang, was discussing something strange with her Xiong Luoli: "These pigeons in the square are for ornamental purposes, right? They are not edible."

"But it's so fat! Aige, look at that one over there, it's the one squatting on the stone ball next to the fat man's feet, see it!" Xiong Luoli raised her finger and pointed in that direction: "It's super big! If you stew it Soup must be delicious!"

Muscular sister Gui Aige looked over subconsciously. The ruthless hunter from Siberia naturally had winter-like cold eyes, but unexpectedly, he was over-interpreted by the old greasy man with layer cakes, and his liver trembled in fright.

Then they were drawn back by Alia, who was very serious: "You can't just eat non-farmed livestock!"

"why?"

"It's going to be a big deal, anyway, just remember not to eat indiscriminately." Alia waved her hand and didn't say much: "Although the rice imperialism is behind this, but eating non-farmed food indiscriminately Livestock are still risky, besides, are those domesticated fat and tender?"

The ancestors of human beings spent hundreds of thousands of years to tame wild animals, constantly screening and breeding to find more suitable species for domestication, flying in the sky, walking on the ground, swimming in the water, having everything with meat and vegetables, white, fat and clean No smell, no virus—but some people want to eat the so-called original ecology where the wild gangsters are hungry, full, and oil-free?

Xiong Luoli just tossed the pigeon casually, if she wanted to get a pangolin to make dumplings or something, Alia could swell her little butt on the spot.

On the other side, the greasy man seemed to have a little self-comfort to seek a sense of approval, and forced a smile: "Also, there are bodyguards... But this kind of people should not want to care about small people, right? "

"She doesn't care about you, but it doesn't mean that others don't care about you." Bichi reporter looked at him like an idiot: "When do they need to do it themselves? I don't know how many people want to flatter them."

"But——she is the kind of powerful person who doesn't dare to mess around?" The greasy man's mouth twitched, and he felt his legs go weak for a while: "And they are still little girls, they don't look like It's like that kind of vicious..."

"Not like?" The Bichi reporter almost didn't laugh out loud—the vicious monster turned into a little white rabbit in front of that little fairy-like girl.

But it was obvious that the greasy man was frightened by her lazy appearance, and the latter said in a trembling voice, "Could it be that they are really stingy? Should I... I mean, I'm going to apologize now." ..."

"Do you know who that girl is?" The Bichi reporter gestured to Alia's direction with his chin.

"Didn't you say that it has something to do with the above?"

"No, I'm talking about the other one, the one in Hanfu with a cloak, looks like a fairy girl."

"...Her best friend?"

"The daughter of the Lia Foundation, Ai Rulong's own daughter, the only daughter, Alia." Bichi reporter twitched the corners of his lips, not using the fact that the other party is also a human Godzilla, but simply said Talk about the other party's background: "You are a financial program, no matter how often you play double standards, you have to admit that Ai Rulong is amazing, right?"

"Leah Fund..." The greasy man's eyes widened, his voice was fluttering, and he felt numb all over his body, and his throat was dry for a while: "Lea, Ya Fund... Alia? This fund is named after children. here?"

"How do I know." Bichi reporter shrugged: "But let me tell you, it's okay if you messed with that pair of sisters just now, but if you messed with that Alia, you're dead, even God can't save you. "

"But, isn't she just how much money does she have at home?" The greasy man explained in a panic: "The Leah Fund is not the most powerful, there are several at the same level as it, and—"

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me about this, I don't understand and I don't dare to ask." The Bichi reporter waved his hand in disgust to interrupt his self-comfort: "You can quickly contact me with that performer, Don’t think that your financial channel is really embarrassing, my little rookie managed to get a management job, if you drag on and screw me up, I’ll have your juice!”

"I..." The greasy man was a little dazed, and he couldn't even remember what the two sides were arguing about before.

Oh, by the way, there was a problem with the exchange party in charge of that little rookie, and the invited performer was too arrogant and refused to come on time.

Because the Financial Channel has a wider network than other departments, so I was found out by the other party, and I want to contact the other party in private to see if I can solve the problem...

Only then did the greasy man remember that he wanted to let the reporter from Bichi accompany him for a meal or something, so he could give him some sweetness before he could help, but why——

He subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the girls over there, feeling palpitations and panic.

How did it become like this?

……

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"For the recording studio, it's here... on the 8th floor." Lianhua looked at the navigation map on the ground floor of the building, looking for the destination a little clumsily: "It seems that there are all cultural creation companies here, that's why there are people here. And set up a professional recording studio."

"There is a TV station next to it. Can you be unprofessional." Aliya yawned: "The current urban planning is like this."

"Aya, urban planning is an overly idealized idea. In fact, not all urban development follows the plan."

When it comes to her professional topic, Lianhua is not sleepy, and even has the heart to explain to Ai Xiaozhangyu what is the city skyline. Although she studies architecture, the city itself is also an aggregate of architecture, games and reality. There is no difference, it is nothing more than a collection of real road blockages from a road blockage simulator.

In the face of the private cars that are running around and the stock is increasing day by day, it is common for urban planning to fail to keep up with the pace—it is better to say that in this era of rapid progress, the urban planning that was established a few years ago can still keep up If it is not, then the development of this city is too pitiful. Even if it does not regress, it will definitely be low-growth and have no future for development.

Lianhua chattered and led everyone towards the elevator: "Many places in the current urban planning want to separate so-called office areas or commercial areas, but in fact this idealized plan will As a result, the excess tidal passenger flow in some working areas is infinitely approaching the upper limit of urban traffic capacity, and the most intuitive consequence is traffic jams in the morning and evening peak hours.”

"Then you mean, don't create a dedicated area, but mix it together?"

"I don't mean that. I mean that the actual urban development is often out of sync with the planning. The gathering of cultural creation companies here is probably spontaneous. After all, these jobs are not like regular office companies that need to work nine nights. Five years to maintain normal operation, it may be more because of what attracts them here... The convenience of transportation? Or the resources of TV stations in the early years? In fact, the urban planning of many cities in China did not think too long-term, after all, the time span It’s too long, no one knows what technology will be in the future, just like the imperial capital, I’m afraid I didn’t expect there to be such a thing as a subway, I—”

Lianhua was talking vigorously, but was interrupted by a greasy male voice.

"Sorry to disturb you."

Everyone looked over subconsciously, and what they saw was the greasy man just now.

"Eh...do you have anything?" Lianhua asked inexplicably.

"No, no, I'm--that, I'm here to apologize." The greasy man's face was a bit unsightly, pale with a little fright: "I was very rude just now, I didn't see clearly, so I accidentally kicked Here comes your sister."

"Ah, it's okay." Lianhua nodded politely: "It was just an accident, everyone saw it, and the child is fine, so don't take it so seriously."

"I want it! This kid, I was really sorry just now." The greasy man nodded in trepidation, and apologized to Loli Xiong.

Only then did Xiong Luoli remember: "Ah! You are the one who kicked me just now!"

"I--"

"But forget it." Xiong Luoli moved her body on the shoulder of muscular sister Gui Aige, dangling her short legs: "I didn't pay attention just now."

The greasy man rolled his throat, seemed relieved, grinned out a blunt smile and wanted to say something.

Just at this time, the elevator door was opened, and someone in the elevator wanted to go out, and when he looked up, he saw Alia.

Then, the man's face turned pale all of a sudden—the sudden fading of blood was full of shock and horror, so that the greasy man who subconsciously looked over remembered the radiant man next to the elevator door. I saw my own face on the metal panel of the judge.

His expression was the same just now, with a ridiculous paleness.

"Ai, Ai—Miss Ai..." The man's throat rolled, with a trill: "I..."

"Ah? You know me?" Alia, who was wearing sunglasses, raised her head in doubt, and plucked her ears. She couldn't remember who the voice corresponded to: "Who are you?"

I've heard this voice before, but I don't have a deep impression on it.

This also shows that the other party should be a passer-by character who has no deep relationship with him. He has shown his face and had a few lines, but there is no follow-up development.

"I..." The yellow-haired man's eyes wandered, and finally he grinned as if he was crying, and the muscles on his cheeks were twisting: "My surname is Huang... I had a little misunderstanding with Miss Ai before, at Taifeng Building... ..."

"Oh—I remembered!" Aliya suddenly realized, and patted Xiong Luoli's thigh next to her: "You are that yellow hair!"

It turned out to be a yellow-haired dude!The one who framed herself with the awl-faced bitch!

Huang Maowan doesn't think it's a shame that he doesn't deserve to have a name in the other party's memory - if he can, he wishes the other party can't remember him at all.

In order to carry out the will of the second young master of the Nan family, he was lightly sent by the young master of the Nan family to 'touch' Alia. A huge stain that would affect the rest of his life.

But who would have thought that touching a fish would touch a Godzilla...

At the beginning, Ai Rulong didn't say anything too much, and he didn't even seriously ask about the Huang family's affairs, but just like what the Bichi reporter said just now, even if he didn't do it himself when he was at this point, he would look at him with a word of wind. The words that Qing Yundan mentioned casually were a disaster like landslides to the Huang family.

Lao Xu has already drawn a clear line with the Huang family, and those foreign trade companies that have vaguely heard the news have also broken up with the Huang family. Even some of them who are still in a good relationship during the contract period have calmed down and went about their business without further development. desire.

Foreign trade and the film and television show business circle are the directions that the Huang family is currently advancing in parallel. This is actually the reason why the awl-faced bitch performs so hard.

Just like as a boy, who doesn’t want to have his own excrement suction truck? As a girl, who doesn’t have a dream of a princess with stars holding the moon?

If the awl-faced bitch wants to enter the entertainment circle, he can only step on the springboard of the yellow-haired dandy who talks about whether he is high or not. On the [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th, show her face, brush up her style and get a so-called artist title, which can be regarded as barely becoming a small bud in the celebrity circle.

This kind of starlet is a real starlet. It’s great to give a supporting role with two lines of lines occasionally in TV dramas and movies. Xiaomengxin, who says “I want to act” to a certain daughter and then blames her real mother for washing the capital of the entertainment industry, is two different things. .

The relationship between the entertainment industry and capital is difficult to describe in terms of the simple father of Party A and the younger brother of Party B. To put it in the coldest terms, those artists themselves are actually a commodity. The guidance of public opinion can actually be regarded as a kind of investment.

The confrontation between entertainers and entertainers, except for a very few actors and singers who rely on talent to make a living and have real works and acting skills, other so-called "star" confrontations are actually a game of capital behind the two sides, from casting to IP competition Then when they went to the theaters to shoot movies, they were all naked and bloody.

At the beginning, Lia Fund didn't care much about these things. They played finance, and they fought cross-border wars. The ones who shorted the Ouzhi knife and cut it down must be the central mothers of various countries. Ordinary hot money and hot money are not their opponents. , let alone the three melons and two dates who play tickets in the domestic entertainment industry.

Shouldn't it be a certain Godzilla to be an actor, this is pure harm to people - the real mother blames Zhanlan, wishing to directly sweep up the world and sweep up the world and give the entertainment circle a bright and sunny day, the Huang family is actually hitting the gun by the way I got it right, it belongs to the passer-by A-level dead soul under the 400-meter Zhanjian knife.

But others don't know!What they saw was that the Leah Foundation had quietly chopped off the Huang family's entertainment company.

And it is precisely because the Huang family provoked the Lia Fund, before Zhan Lan ruthlessly crushed a large number of self-righteous capital in the spicy chicken circle, now the shareholders heard the word Lia Fund, their legs trembled, and they were a little bit The impression of the melodious bells of Lubika Yang sounding in the Siberian Potato Industrial Park.

Die, die, die, die...

In fact, this is not the style of a domineering president like Tianliang Wang Po, but with the existence of the Lia Fund, many things often have such a terrible inertia—most partners are unwilling to do it because of Huang Huang. This kind of small sesame cooperation has lost the big watermelon of the Leah Fund.

What is presented together continuously is the indifference of people pushing the wall down, and even the panic of running during the economic crisis-the banks that collapsed back then, if they really couldn't afford the money?

Of course not, if they follow the normal way of deposit and withdrawal, their deposit reserves can fully support normal operation.

But the problem is that no one will follow the normal deposit and withdrawal methods. Once a financial crisis occurs, everyone will run.

Even people who want to calm down will fall into the blindness of following the trend or stop loss after seeing the madness of the people around them.

If you don't go, someone else takes all the money, but you can only get the news of the bank's bankruptcy, so whose risk is it?

No one is willing to take risks, and it is normal people's thinking to go first.

The Huang family is also in the same situation. For others, the partner is like a man with two legs on the street. Even if you can't find Takeshi Kaneshiro, the ancestor of Wu Yanzu in Dongshan, it's better to bite the bullet and find an honest person than to be caught by a scumbag. ?

The Huang family is gone and there is still the Bai family, the Hei family and the Lan family. If it really doesn't work, you can still be a voter when you hold the thigh of the Leah Fund, right?

The reason why Huang Maodan appeared here is because the shareholders of the entertainment company he originally cooperated with also wanted to squeeze him out, and their attitude was very firm. Several shareholders who had internal conflicts were surprisingly unanimous in this matter , They are even willing to partner to buy out the shares of the Huang family and then settle the accounts internally.

There are really [-] dialect sentences that Huang Maowan wants to speak even if it is inappropriate...

In the end, he managed to get away from the Red Cliff with a kick. He didn't expect that Hua Rongdao hadn't entered yet, and when he turned his head, he saw the righteous master appearing in front of him.

It's trivial to be a thief with a guilty conscience. It's like a ghost taking his life. Not being scared to death is already considered a strong psychological quality.

Aliya's title of "yellow hair" not only did not make the yellow-haired dude angry, but even his waist was a little stooped. He suddenly found the hope of breaking the game from this title, and there was a bit of a smile on his face. Xiji: "Yes, yes, Miss Ai has a good memory. I offended Miss Ai when I was ignorant. Do you have something to do? Is there anything I can do to help you out of your worries, just ask!"

Afraid of scolding?Heh, being scolded is nothing.

Others can spit out this bad breath, let alone swearing, even if she beats herself up, she will admit it.

It would be better to say that after being beaten up, the other party will definitely not do anything else—unless it is the kind of person who is truly ruthless to the extreme, otherwise after inflicting the most direct personal injury due to conflicts, Often the most fundamental venting has been completed, even if the guilt of calming things down does not arise, at least there is more room for maneuver.