The handsome man in the entertainment industry

He replied in Mandarin: "Isn't it just to attend a friend's wedding, and he fell from the garden on the top floor of the hotel, who would have thought of it!"

"How can a person fall from the roof if he is fine?"

Seeing that someone was willing to gossip, the son simply rolled up the newspaper in his hand, leaned forward, and listened to the driver's continuation with great interest.

"The police investigation only said it was an accident."

The driver stopped the car at a red light at an intersection, and took advantage of the gap to look back at the two listeners behind him.

"It is said that the railing of the roof garden of the Black Swan Hotel was loose. Young Master Cheng happened to be standing there at the time, but when the railing broke, he fell down, with a bang--he fell on the road, and the whole person died. Mushed meat!"

The uncle driver in the Mediterranean is obviously very talented in storytelling, and he speaks vividly.

"But Cheng Dashao was the only one on the scene at the time, and no one saw how he fell... Alas, who knows that such a luxurious five-star hotel can throw people to death with a pole in disrepair! Also, It's strange to think about it, you said, the wedding banquet was held in the grand banquet hall on the third floor, why did Mr. Cheng have to go to the roof garden to blow the air while the bride and groom were giving speeches? Otherwise, he wouldn't Died so badly!"

"So there are such strange details!"

His face became more interested, like a detective in a mystery movie, he stroked his chin and said, "Did Young Master Cheng invite someone to meet on the top floor?"

"No."

The red light turned green, the driver uncle started the car slowly, and replied at the same time: "There is a surveillance system installed at the entrance of the garden. At that time, only Cheng Dashao was photographed, running out of the elevator in a panic, turning his head and facing the air. shouted, and then rushed into the garden..."

Having said this, he lowered his voice, and his tone became mysterious.

"A lot of media have speculated that he was either taking drugs or hitting a ghost..."

Ruan Mudeng hardly knew anything about the celebrities in Hong Kong City, so he didn't know the origin of the "Master Cheng" that the two of them talked about. The happy ghost and the dejected ghost silently guessed in their hearts whether the young master who fell from the building died of similar ghosts.

"Ah, there is more!"

The driver uncle thought for a while, and then continued: "In our film crew, Director Deng and the Cheng family are also very close, and I heard that they are related! I also attended the funeral of Young Master Cheng a few days ago, ah, I heard that plastic surgery on the body is useless because of the fall, so I dare not let people see it at the farewell ceremony!"

"Wow, what a tragedy!"

Zizi cooperated with the driver's explanation, showing a look of amazement, and the two diverged a few more words based on this case, and soon brought the topic to other gossip.

Half an hour later, the nanny car arrived at the hotel where the crew was staying. Ruan Mudeng and Zhangzi thanked the enthusiastic driver. When they entered the hotel, the assistant director had already led two field managers to wait for them in the lobby. After the two of them checked in, they were considered to have officially entered the group to report.

The dinner is delivered directly to the room. It is the hotel's famous three-packed roast meat and baked lobster rice, plus a plate of oily fermented bean curd.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and the two of them were already hungry, and they didn't bother to pack their luggage. They put a few dinner plates on the bar counter of the suite, and couldn't wait to sit down and eat.

"Who was that person you were talking to in the car just now?"

While eating, Ruan Mudeng finally had the opportunity to ask him something he was curious about.

"Did you say Young Master Cheng?"

Zhangzi picked up a piece of pork neck and stuffed it into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes, showing the expression of satisfaction when he ate delicious food.

"You must have heard of 'Cheng Dagui', right? It is the most famous gold jewelry chain group in Hong Kong City, and it is very influential in Southeast Asia. As for the young master Cheng who fell from the building, it is Cheng Yuntian, the current head of 'Cheng Dagui' His eldest son, who is in his early 40s, should be the next successor of the group if nothing unexpected happens."

"I see……"

Although Ruan Mudeng is a country bumpkin who grew up in the mountains, he has entered the entertainment industry at least. He has watched some business war dramas such as "○ Times" and "Soup Heart × Violence".

"In his capacity, it's really hard for people not to guess at other possibilities for such a weird falling accident."

"So," Xiezi ate the baked rice, and pointed back to the copy of "Sydney Daily" that was thrown on the table, "Many people guessed that this might be some kind of big family with brothers fighting against each other, fighting over property, etc. Secret, but the police have not found anything until now, and it is estimated that this matter can only be closed as an accident in the end."

Chapter 59, Seven, Ghost Letters 02

"What do you think of this body?"

In a villa on the easternmost side of the villa area in the outskirts of city A, it was still late at night, but the owner of the house no longer stayed in the cold and secretive basement, but in the warm and comfortable guest bedroom on the second floor.

Lying on the big bed in the bedroom was a young woman about 26 or seven years old. She was only wearing a soft terry bathrobe with no straps on her body. She just opened her breasts casually, revealing her whiteness. fair skin and good figure.

But the man in black sitting beside the bed looked at the woman without the excitement that a normal man should have when looking at a beautiful woman's body. Instead, he looked at a mannequin in a clothing store. Indifferent and indifferent, not even the slightest warmth.

The woman on the bed struggled to get up, her movements were a little stiff, her elbows supported the bed, her feet tentatively staggered and stepped on the ground, and it seemed that because she couldn't exert any strength, she threw herself forward and knelt down beside the bed. on the carpet.

The man in black sat on a rocking chair about three steps away from the bed, his legs gracefully folded together, watching the woman fall to the ground indifferently, without even intending to move to help her.

"good……"

The woman wearing only a bathrobe struggled to get up from the ground, and took two tentative steps with one foot deep and one shallow, "Get used to it... Sure enough, it's much faster than the previous two..."

The woman spoke very slowly, stuttered intermittently, and her articulation was not clear enough, but her voice was very crisp, with the unique charming charm of women of this age.

"However, this face...is not good-looking."

The woman stumbled to the vanity mirror, supported the table with both hands, and carefully looked at herself in the mirror.

The body she is using now has a slightly rounded oval face, the bridge of the nose is not straight enough, and the wings of the nose are also slightly wide. I don't know if it is because of sleeping for too long, the eyes are swollen, and the eyes with single eyelids look even worse. Slender.

Indeed, this kind of appearance can only be regarded as ordinary at the middle level, and has little to do with adjectives such as "delicate" and "beautiful".

"If you don't think you're pretty enough, just go for a plastic surgery."

The man in black twitched his lips and showed a cold smile, "I'll go tomorrow. After a month or so, I still have important work for you."

"Well, as long as, can become beautiful."

The woman nodded, raised her hand again, and rubbed her swollen eyelids.

"There's one more thing I've been meaning to ask you."

The man in black changed the posture of crossing his legs, and looked at the young woman who was still paying attention to his appearance from the mirror.

"Is there a jade cicada among the funerary objects buried with you in the tomb?"

"Yu Chan?"

The woman looked back at the man in black, with a puzzled expression on her dull face.

"Yes, it is a small cicada-shaped piece carved out of jade."

The man in black patiently explained: "It's about an inch and a half long, and it's carved out of very rare black jade. The biggest feature is that the ends of the two wings overlap each other, forming a circular decoration in the shape of a yin-yang fish."

As he spoke, he pointed to his mouth, "I guess the jade cicada is probably used to press the mouth."

"No."

The woman thought about it carefully, and stammered an explanation: "When I was buried, my flesh and blood were... gnawed away by Gu insects, leaving only a pair of dry bones, with no pressure at all."

"It turned out to be so."

The man frowned, rubbing the armrest of the rocking chair unconsciously with his fingers, as if he was lost in thought, and said to himself: "The master said that the jade cicada should be buried in the tomb of a nobleman of the Yuan Dynasty... so it was not Xijia Village. That one..."

He thought for a while, then suddenly laughed again, "It's fine if you're not in Xijia Village, otherwise I'll have to find a way to go in and dig it out of the tomb again, it's probably quite troublesome..."

"What are you looking for, that Yuchan?"

The young woman kept staring at the change of expression on the man's face, and finally couldn't help asking curiously.

"That's not your business."

The man waved his hand, and changed the subject neatly, "I remember all the things I told you? After you get your face done, go to Hong Kong City as soon as possible, and help me deliver the things to the employer by the way. I understand. ?"

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In two days, the actors of the movie "Whitewash" joined the group one after another.

As a Hong Kong director who is very particular about feng shui, Hong Shuangfa held a grand opening ceremony with the main creators on an auspicious day appointed by a certain master, and then officially started filming.

The play on the first day was arranged in the hotel garden, and there was no part that required Ruan Mudeng to participate in the performance. However, as a rookie who became a monk halfway and did not have much acting experience, he quite consciously seized the opportunity to watch other people's performances. This opportunity, familiar with Hong Da