Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

It has been almost two months since Xia Feng went to Taiwan; it has also been two months since Song Yaze took care of Fat Fadou.

He has no experience with dogs.Every day, I just grab a few handfuls of small bone-shaped dog food for Fadou, and when I have time, I go to a nearby small store to buy milk for him; I also take him to the pet store to take a bath and cut his nails once.

Probably because he was a police dog, Fadou knew the truth of being under the fence, so he behaved very obediently, and kept a close distance from Song Yaze.For this surrogate owner, it never gets close to his trousers, but it doesn't get scared away either.Most of the time, it was two steps behind him.

Song Yaze was sitting on the sofa, holding a bristle brush in his hand, and was patiently combing the dung ball.He ripped the collar out of the folds of its neck and brushed its too-short neck.The dung ball half-closed its eyes, and its four short limbs hung limply, like a second-generation ancestor who had eaten his brain full of fat.

Song Yaze brushed his hair, but his mind drifted beyond the sky.

As a shareholder of the film company, his shares are only smaller than the founder Xia Feng.He often received faxes recording the company's income situation. Seeing the decreasing income, he sighed and lamented that Hong Kong movies were thriving on the surface, but actually they were declining day by day.

After Pei Qi left, a newly signed artist was soon assigned to Song Yaze.This man is also a handsome young man, who often wears fashionable baggy jeans, combs his hair in the middle, and shows a row of neat and beautiful teeth when he smiles. His lips are red and white, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

He is Ren Runqing, who graduated from the training class at the same time as Pei Qi.It's just that luck is not as good as Pei Qi's. After going around for two years, he terminated the contract with the TV station and joined a professional film company.

Compared with Pei Qi, Ren Runqing has a more "versatile" face; this face can be put on a hood to play martial arts, can be painted with oil paint to play sci-fi, and can also be painted with a layer of light powder to play the president.Thanks to his ever-changing faces, he has a wide range of plays, and most of them play positive roles, which makes him popular with audiences.

Today's Ren Runqing is no longer the rookie who was hanging on the stairs two years ago, waiting for the producer to discover.

Song Yaze adopts free-range management for Ren Runqing.He doesn't know much about the show business, and he believes that Ren Runqing is more capable than him in this regard.

After combing his hair with a face of enjoyment, Fa Dou lay on Song Yaze's lap, looking at each other.Song Yaze suddenly had a bad idea, grinned badly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep breath, and squinted his eyes to spit out the smoke at Fadou.Fa Dou was choked, retracted his claws resentfully, and moved back a foot away.

Song Yaze did this probably because he was too boring.Boring to walk the dog, boring to eat, boring to clean the room.His day passed slowly in boredom.

——Until midnight today.

Generally speaking, most urgent calls in the middle of the night will bring bad news.

Song Yaze was sleeping in a daze when he was suddenly awakened by the sharp ringing of the bell.He took out his mobile phone in the dim light of the night light, and when he connected it, he heard the trouble: Ren Runqing was beaten on the set.

As the artist's manager, Song Yaze naturally had to stand up.When he put on his coat and got into the taxi in a hurry, a black shadow leaped through the window and pressed heavily on the back seat of the car, causing the whole car to stagger.

Song Yaze had just zipped up his clothes when he was startled by this considerable movement.He looked down and found Dung Ball sitting next to him, looking heroic.In this dark car, you can still see the sparkle in its eyes.

Coming to the place of disaster, Song Yaze saw a few people standing here and there on the set, tall and short, fat and thin, the only thing they had in common was their fierce faces.Standing among them was the beaten Ren Runqing.He shrank his neck and held his chest, looking very panicked.

The strange thing is that all the assistants and field managers around stayed away, and no one was willing to act bravely.

"Brother Song!" Ren Runqing noticed Song Yaze's arrival, and his pale complexion immediately lit up if he met a rescuer.

Song Yaze passed the assailant, and when he got closer, he saw that the corner of his mouth was blue and red, and his left cheek was also swollen, and he could even see the red blood. "Are you OK?"

Just as Ren Runqing was about to nod his head, an arrogant voice sounded beside him: "Mr. Ren refused to cooperate with us, so he had to ask his manager to come over."

The speaker was a tall man who seemed to be the leader of these people.He has a hedgehog head, a cigarette in his mouth, and a variety of exaggerated colors on his clothes. He has a strong sense of the market and hooligans.

Song Yaze noticed that he did not speak Cantonese, and his accent sounded like a Taiwanese.

"Why didn't he cooperate with you?" Song Yaze kept a calm tone.He understood that most of these people took pleasure in the weakness and compromise of others, and if they showed panic in front of them, the consequences would be more serious.

"They pointed guns at me and forced me to film for them!" Ren Runqing said hastily, "I have already signed a contract with the crew, how could I break the contract?!"

The prosperity of Hong Kong movies has made people in irrelevant industries want to come in and get a share.Among them are many Taiwanese filmmakers, relying on the funds in their hands, they specially find some underworld thugs to force artists to film for them.This is the chaos of the early 90s.

"You only have 50 Hong Kong dollars for a play, and our producer will give you 100 million, including your liquidated damages." The tall man said arrogantly, taking a sip of his cigarette. "Mr. Song, please discipline your artist and let him know the current affairs."

Song Yaze changed the subject: "Are you Taiwanese?"

The tall man gave him a strange look, and impatiently took the cigarette out of his mouth: "Yes. Why are you asking this?"

"I've heard of some of your rules." Song Yaze said, "This is Mong Kok, Hong Kong! You have no right to dictate to others!"

The tall man's expression froze, and he snorted sullenly: "You're talking about the future, we came here today for the present." He deliberately threw the remaining cigarette butt at Song Yaze's feet, "Let him Come with us, and today's matter will be resolved."

"Impossible. Just because you beat him up, this matter is not so easy to solve." Song Yaze kicked the cigarette butt aside, "Ren Runqing is an artist of Yongmao, and the boss is Xia Feng; the whole Mong Kok is also Xia Feng's place. You are here To cause trouble here is to offend him."

The name Xia Feng pierced the tall man's ear like a bayonet, stimulating his arrogant nerves.He suddenly pulled out his gun, put the muzzle on Song Yaze's forehead, and said excitedly: "Xia Feng is Xia Feng, and we also have backers behind us. Otherwise, why would we come?!"

"If you really have a strong enough backer to fight against Xia Feng, then you can shoot. The younger brother from Taiwan went to Mong Kok to make trouble. I wonder if Xia Feng will form a dispute with your boss."

Song Yaze felt the coldness and hardness of the muzzle of the gun, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, but his face rarely showed it.If he hadn't known that the anti-imperialist would save his life at a critical moment, he would never have uttered provocative words at this moment of life and death.

"You..." The tall man's grip on the gun became stronger.He looked gloomy, with a strange smile on his mouth: "I tell you, you can hide today, but you can't think about it in the future..."

He patted Song Yaze's head with his gun, glanced at him threateningly, and gestured "withdraw" to the people around him.Soon, the set returned to tranquility, but the cameras and light curtains were tilted, and the props were scattered all over the place. It could be seen that they were menacing.

"Brother Song..." Ren Runqing hurried forward, "They finally left."

"Yes. But you may encounter a lot of troubles in the future, and you should also pay attention these few days. Don't go home, just live in the crew." Song Yaze said with lingering fear.

After Ren Runqing was arranged, Song Yaze returned home from the set.He raised his wrist and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the morning, and it took him a long time to hail a taxi.

As soon as he entered the car door, Song Yaze smelled a sour smell of alcohol, probably because the driver had drunk some night wine.Dazed by the smell of alcohol, he raised his hand and rolled down the window.Only then did he notice that Fadou was lying beside him.

This dog, who had been a police dog and served in the police station, did not respond when Song Yaze was pointed at by a gun.It is like a spectator, following Song Yaze all the way, making a round trip without any sense of existence.

Song Yaze looked at the way it had closed its eyes and fell asleep, and sighed...

For the next two days, Taiwan Young and Dangerous didn't bother Ren Runqing again.The news that Ren Runqing was pointed at a gun and coerced into filming spread like pieces of paper.Many filmmakers were filled with righteous indignation. They jointly reported to the Governor of Hong Kong, and contacted the police and the Ministry of Public Security to hold an anti-violence parade.

Song Yaze lived a quiet life for a few days.But he knew that this kind of tranquility would soon disappear—because Xia Feng was coming back.

"I'm going back to Hong Kong tonight, and I'll see you first!" Through the phone, Song Yaze could imagine Xia Feng's beaming face.

"Yes." Song Yaze responded, "About what time will you be here?"

"When I arrive at your house at ten o'clock, you must wait for me!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Yaze was sitting on the sofa watching TV while waiting for Xia Feng.His legs were still covered with a thick blanket, and there were tea leaves and tea utensils on the tea table in front of him.He held the remote control boringly, changing the TV channels over and over again, and his eyelids felt heavier and heavier.

He yawned a lot when he wasn't supposed to be sleepy.

Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he slumped on the sofa, the upper and lower eyelids were in contact for longer and longer, and finally closed his eyes completely.A bloody love story is still playing on the TV screen, the hero in the story is still kissing the heroine; and he is already asleep...

Song Yaze was awakened by the sharp barking of the dung ball.He was inexplicably heavy-headed, but when he opened his eyes, he saw only thick smoke, the air was filled with acrid smell, the fire was flickering, and there were crackling and cracking sounds, one after another, constantly coming from the surrounding corners.

His first reaction was that the house was on fire. He was about to stand up and get off the sofa, but found that he couldn't move.A chemical term "carbon monoxide" suddenly popped up in his mind, and he was in a state of hypoxia.

Song Yaze felt his heart beating violently. Every time he took a breath, he felt that his life was exhausted. The feeling of suffocation made him extremely painful.He felt nauseous and sick, and his whole body had already lost strength; like a weakened fish breathing its last breath on the dry and hot sand.

He knew he wouldn't die, it was just that he couldn't bear this tormenting moment.

He was unconscious and his vision was getting blurry.At the moment when he was about to fall into darkness, the door of the room was kicked open with a loud noise.

Song Yaze vaguely saw Xia Feng's unique black clothes, and Xia Feng seemed to be shouting and running towards him, but he couldn't hear anything.

Xia Feng picked him up and rushed out the door.From Song Yaze's angle, he could see beads of sweat still dripping from Xia Feng's chin, shining brightly under the light of the fire.

"Xia Feng..." He said in a confused manner, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Xia Feng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, he grabbed Song Yaze's hand and kissed it, and leaned closer to his ear and whispered a few words.

However, Song Yaze was completely unconscious...