The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

The knife left his hand and rolled into the distance.

"What can be said, what can't be said, I thought you have been in this industry for some years, you should have a basic judgment." Sen Han's tone sounded, He Gang stood up, patted the folds on the clothes :

"Listen well, I'll only say this once. Don't say it again, I don't care about the original relationship between husband and wife."

"I don't care how despicable you are to post those people, but I don't want to hear another report about the scandal with Fu Jinghui. There are some things that you can't mix with; some people, you can't go close to."

Covering her hot face from being slapped, Liu Xinran looked at her ex-husband with fear and hatred, and simply gave it a go:

"But don't forget that I still have that thing on hand! You treat me like this and force me to go to nowhere. Are you afraid that if I let the thing out, you won't be able to please you later?"

"When you threatened to divorce me, you already used this reason." Calmly looking at the woman lying on the ground, He Gang's eyes seemed to be looking at wild cats and dogs by the side of the road:

"Some magic weapons are enough to use once, but the second time, they won't be effective. Maybe you can try it, and if it annoys me, is it my bad luck first, or your bad luck first?"

The man opened the door and walked away.

Liu Xinran fell to the ground and didn't stand up for a long time, but suddenly buried her head in her arms and burst into tears.

The crying sound spread far away, and the owner called the property, and the other party asked a few words outside the door, and the sound inside the house quickly stopped.

Early in the morning, Miss Manager had just had a box of fresh shrimp delivered.

Looking at the eggs in the refrigerator, the head chef decided to be lazy and make some simple egg-scrambled shrimp.

"Here, shell the shrimp."

Give a box of shrimp to Mr. Actor, and the chef will prepare the ingredients.

He just woke up and didn't realize it, but Fu Jinghui came to the kitchen in a daze to pour water for a drink, only to feel a sinking in his arms, and was taken aback by the box of shrimps.

"Early in the morning, the sky was not fully lit, so you bought a box of shrimps and came back. Are you okay, are you tossing around without going to bed early in the morning?" Fu Jinghui was still dizzy after seeing a box full of fresh shrimps. .

As a result, a voice echoed in the kitchen: "Fu! Jing! Hui! Brat, do you have the guts to say it again? I worked overtime yesterday and stayed up all night. I ran into fresh shrimps on the way home this morning. I kindly sent over a box. Do you have a box?" Opinion?"

Reflexively, as soon as Mr. Film King heard Miss Manager's lion roar, his scalp tingled and his back tightened: "Xiao Tiantian, did you come here early in the morning?"

"No." Another voice sounded, it was Master Chef.

Originally holding the mobile phone to chat with the agent's lady on WeChat, but after someone got up, his voice was too loud, and the agent on the other end of the phone heard it clearly.

Whose house is this?How can you be careful not to be leaked by this cook?Are there any human rights anymore?

Fu Jinghui was very aggrieved.

"You want human rights? Didn't I give them to you?" Meng Tian on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth: "My old lady is working overtime for your work. If you want to arrange all the activities in the future, you don't need me anymore. Notification, I am willing to give you human rights and never disturb your private life!"

During the passionate love period, men and women are forced to separate the two places, and the woman has to stay up late and work overtime, which sounds really miserable.

Fu Jinghui stopped talking: he should understand a lady who has hormonal disorders and is irritable.

The washed shrimps are transparent in color, mix well with salt, cooking wine and pepper, and add a little starch.

Put it into the oil pan, heat [-]% of the oil, add the shrimps, stir slightly with a spoon to prevent sticking.

Add salt and starch to the eggs and beat well, add diced green onions, and fry them in an oil pan until they are golden yellow.

Add the previously fried shrimp to the egg liquid that is about to be fried, stir it with a spatula, and it quickly turns into an attractive pink, like the shy and blurred face of a drunk lover.

When the egg liquid was dry and did not stick to the pan, the head chef took the plate from a Mr. Actor beside him and took it out of the pan.

The eggs are smooth and tender, the shrimps are crispy, and the aroma of the heated shallots is very refreshing. The color of the whole dish is pink and very fresh.

"Well, after this meal, I have to ask you something very important." Holding the bowl, standing by the table like some kind of large canine animal, Fu Jinghui stared at the shrimp on the plate and spoke.

In fact, for the other, it's really not good news.

"When you left New York, did you leave any valuables in that private restaurant in Chinatown?"

I don't know why the other party asked this suddenly, but Li Luo was baffled: "My money is all in the bank. Besides tableware, what other valuable things can there be in the restaurant?"

Hearing this, the other party relaxed his tense expression instantly, and picked up a cup of hot tea: "It's good if you don't have it, I thought your place was invaded by thieves this time, and what valuable things would be lost. Since it's all tableware Like, there is nothing to worry about."

"You said my house was invaded by thieves?" The suddenly raised voice frightened Fu Jinghui to choke a sip of tea directly in his throat, coughing non-stop:

"Cough cough cough..."

"Quickly explain what's going on!" His face suddenly changed, and the head chef lifted the back of a certain guy's neck, his voice a little anxious.

Coughing so hard that her face flushed, Fu Jinghui managed to calm down:

"Don't you have nothing valuable there? Why are you so excited!"

With an extremely ugly face, Li Luo took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call: "It's not precious to you people, but it is as important as life to me!"

Life is just as important... Is it possible that this guy really hid the secret cooking recipe, and now that he heard that the house was stolen, he started to get angry?

Seeing the always elegant and indifferent Master Chef suddenly become so anxious, just like burning a house, Fu Jinghui felt that his conjecture was more and more reasonable:

Someone must be coveting the chef's private recipe.

Otherwise, who would steal a closed restaurant?

Apart from recipes, you can't find anything valuable in the store, right?

☆, Yangzhou Fried Rice

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At an altitude more than 1 kilometers away from Beijing, as the chef said, "a precious existence as important as life", a group of ingredients are very melancholy.

After finally getting on the plane with the wind, and preparing to go to Beijing, I can find my relatives, but all my friends forgot one thing:

Don't let officials lead the way.

Road idiots refer to people who have no sense of direction or poor sense of direction, or people who do not pay attention to the road they pass, do not pay attention to observation, and cannot remember the direction of the road. Spin around.

The main cause of Lu Chi is the lack of spatial imagination and associative ability, and it is difficult to connect the information obtained by oneself with the environment in which it is located.Due to the long-term lack of logical concept of space, the intuition of space is also severely weakened in the end.

——The above explanation is from "Li's Vegetable Encyclopedia".

When everyone got on the plane happily and waited for a few hours to set foot on the eastern land after many years, the unfamiliar prompt language from the plane broadcast made them a little confused:

It's not English, it's not Mandarin, there's a whole bunch of blah blah blah.

The problem is, none of the words are understood.

Shaking the radish in disgust, the twin brother Xia Xia commented: "Where did you recruit the flight attendants for this plane? This English accent is almost as good as that of the Malays."

The others couldn't help laughing.

"Brother..." My whole body became stiff all of a sudden, my younger brother Huahua turned around, his voice was a little out of tune, fluttering:

"This flight attendant seems to speak Malay."

Because the two twin brothers went to the Malay Archipelago before and came back after playing for half a year. They could get a general idea of ​​the language there. When they said this, everyone else was stunned:

It is obviously a plane flying from New York to Beijing. It stands to reason that if the language in the broadcast is not English, it should be Mandarin. How can it be Malay now?

Feeling something is wrong, the official asked everyone to quickly find the same kind of people on the same plane to ask and confirm: where is this plane going?

Finally, they found a mangosteen among the debris in the tail.

A thin snoring sound came from the corner, and Guan Guan, who hadn't found it after searching for a long time, heard the sound, so he opened the cardboard box and walked over.

"Excuse me, do you know which destination this plane is flying to?" Guan Guan stepped forward politely, woke up the other party, and asked the other party.

It's a pity that this person couldn't understand, and all he spit out was Malay.

Raise carrots for a thousand days and use them for a while.

Xia Xia went up and made gestures in half-baked Malay for a long time, and the mangosteen finally understood their question.

"Are you... going to... Beijing? China?" Shaking his head, Mr. Mangosteen looked at the group of vegetables in front of him with sympathy: "This is a direct flight to Kuala Lumpur. You guys are on the wrong seat."

Kuala Lumpur?

Isn't this plane American Airlines?

Just like looking at aliens, Mr. Mangosteen pointed to the food bag that fell in the corner, and the pattern printed on it was very conspicuous:

"See, this is Malaysia Airlines. Have you heard of Malaysia Airlines?"

Nonsense, such a famous airline, anyone who is not a caveman, has all heard of the name of this airline - it is difficult to find a second airline in the world that can have three large-scale air accidents a year.

It’s so hard not to be treated as a Chinese meal like ordinary vegetables, but after going through all kinds of wind and waves, you actually have to lose your life because of taking the wrong plane?

"Wow——" the timid ones cried out in fright when they heard that they were standing on a Malaysia Airlines plane:

"We got on Malaysia Airlines by mistake! What should we do, Guan Guan? Don't we need to see Ah Luo, we're going to die later?"

"Yes, that's right, No. 296...Yes, I am the owner...Because of something, no one stays at home...Yes, it's not cash, it's other valuables..."

Fluent English sounded, and it was the chef who was on the phone.

After contacting the local police station where he lived in New York, Li Luo confirmed that his house had indeed been visited by uninvited guests: he was more considerate than the moving company, and moved all the belongings, everything that could be moved.

Not to mention that there is nothing left, the other party didn't even leave a single hair behind.

——It is true that there is not even a root hair: the police went to investigate the scene, and found nothing such as footprints and hairs.Even the police had to admit that the other party came prepared and had a strong anti-investigation awareness.

"Then is there anything left?" Frowning, the head chef suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and tempted the police in a roundabout way: "When I left before, there were some ingredients in the house that were not used up, you go over there When you checked, didn't you see the corn and garlic on the counter?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, the other party seems to want to evacuate all the things in the house. Except for the furniture and tableware that can't be taken away, we haven't even seen the vegetables you mentioned."

Li Luo's heart sank, and he asked again after a long while: "So, what happened to the apple tree in the yard?"

I didn't expect that the other party didn't care about whether the relevant items could be traced back. Instead, they kept asking as if they were looking for something special.The police officer on the other end of the phone had a serious tone, and confirmed with Li Luo again:

"Mr. Li, if you still have precious metals, cash, jewelry and other belongings that have disappeared at home, please do not need to tell us the truth so that we can register. Otherwise, when the things are found, you say it is your own , without a certificate, it will be troublesome for our staff to return things to the owner.”

This is what it means to mistake Li Luo for hiding money in the house.

It would be easier if he just lost the money, and he wouldn't have to bother to talk to the other party.

Otherwise, he couldn’t tell the police: My corn, carrots, celery and other ingredients may have been stolen, please register them for me, and I’ll be very grateful when I get them back.

It is estimated that when the time comes, the other party will only answer him: crazy.

Then hang up the phone immediately.

Touching his nose, Li Luo repeatedly confirmed with the police that he would contact him whenever the case progressed, and then he finally put down the phone.

With his ears pricked up, Fu Jinghui waited for the other party to tell the police about the stolen top-secret recipe, but the other party didn't mention a word.

Reluctantly, he straightened his ears and wanted to listen carefully, but his forehead warmed up, and he slammed into Master Chef's arms.

Putting away the phone, Li Luo silently looked at the guy who suddenly appeared in his arms, a little unresponsive.

Fu Jinghui: "...Hehe, I just want to turn my neck, my neck is sore after playing mobile games for a long time."

"Since playing with the mobile phone is too tiring, why don't I give you a chance to relax, don't work so hard?" Li Luo straightened his hairy head in his arms, bent slightly, and stared at a certain guy's eyes without blinking.

The eyes were too focused, the other party's light brown pupils reflected his own shadow, and each other's breathing could be heard clearly, Fu Jinghui was a little uncomfortable watching, and his eyes flicked around:

"What do you want to do?"

"You asked me something before, and now it's just right, I have something to ask you too."

Swallowing, Fu Jinghui stammered: "What do you want to ask?"

"There was a thief in my house, and I, the owner of the house, didn't even know about it. How did you know it first?"

Good question.

One must know that when he left New York, the chef's contact information was the restaurant's phone number. It was less than 48 hours since the case happened, and the police hadn't contacted him. How could this kid be so well-informed?

"Because your fan group broke the news."

Blinking his eyes, Fu Jinghui was very innocent.

Fan club?Fu Jinghui's fan group, what are they doing to follow his Li Luo affairs?

Master Chef can't figure it out: fans these days don't chase after their male gods, how can they have time to pay attention to his affairs?

"It's not my fan group, it's your fan group!" Correcting the other party's cognition, Fu Jinghui looked at Master Chef enviously: "You are not in the original episode. In order to support me, you appeared on the TV show yourself. Are you negotiating with the program team? Your related videos were filmed by the fans at the scene and posted on the Internet. As a result, many people said that they checked your personal experience and instantly fell in love with your chef robe."

"You mean, the footage of my previous conversation with the program group was uploaded on the Internet?" The head chef rubbed his temples with an extremely ugly face:

Once his related videos are posted on the Internet, that person will definitely see it.When the time comes, it is clear that the agreed deadline has not yet come, but he does not match the original agreement, and even related videos have been circulated, really...

"As soon as your video came out, in addition to some people at the scene that day became your fans, they also found your relevant information on the Internet, and even the address of your restaurant was exposed..."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Eyes widened all of a sudden, Li Luo felt a toothache from getting angry, so he had to ask Fu Jinghui to repeat it again, in case he heard it wrong.

Carefully looking at Master Chef's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Fu Jinghui felt that the surroundings were a bit cold: "I said, those fans of yours, in order to understand you, put all the information you can find on the Internet together Collect little by little."

"Not this one, but the next one."

After thinking about it hard, Mr. Actor recalled: "...Even your restaurant address was exposed?"

That's it!

Li Luo finally knew why his home was visited by thieves: even the photos, names, and appearances could be exposed, and anyone who was interested could catch them right away.

"They didn't mean to trouble you." Fu Jinghui kept gesticulating with his hands, trying to excuse the new fans.

The person on the other side of the sofa didn't say a word, obviously because the leaked address this time would affect his future life to some extent.

Are you in a bad mood?

Fu Jinghui rolled his eyes, trying to change his mood:

"I'm hungry, why don't we have Yangzhou fried rice later?"

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Fu Jinghui continued his efforts: "I'm hungry, ouch, if I don't fire, my gastritis will come out from hunger."

The ears moved, the master chef stood up and walked towards the kitchen, and continued to turn back halfway, looking at someone leaning on the sofa: "I'm going to prepare fried rice, and you just lie there and don't plan to do anything?"

"Where's the eggs? Where's the ham? Where's the cabbage and shiitake mushrooms? There's a lot to prepare. Do you want to wait to feed them without doing anything?"

With a jolt, Fu Jinghui jumped up from the sofa, and Fu Jinghui ran to the kitchen.He took four eggs and cracked them into a bowl, and Mr. Actor started to break them up.

Yangzhou fried rice is also called egg fried rice.

It is said that it was because Yang Su, Duke of Yue in the Sui Dynasty, liked to eat it. When Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty visited Jiangdu (now Yangzhou), he also introduced fried rice with eggs. Later, through generations of innovations, it was incorporated into Huaiyang cuisine.

In boiling water, cook ham, corn, green beans, carrots, etc.Heat the oil pan, fry the eggs and break them with a spatula, then put the rice.When the rice is about to be fried evenly, add the ham and other side dishes prepared before, and add the marinade topping.

Wait until the aroma floats into the nose along with the hot air, season with an appropriate amount of salt, and then serve on a plate.

Not oily or greasy, the taste is fresh and natural: the ham is pink and tender, the green beans are green, the corn is golden, the radish is orange-red, and the rice is crystal clear.A whole plate of Yangzhou fried rice is served, and the color matching alone is already pleasing to the eye and whets the appetite.

"Actually, fans will be a little uncomfortable at first. After a while, you will gradually get used to living in the public eye."

Seeing the master chef eating in silence, Fu Jinghui tried to persuade him not to mind.

"I'm different from you." Holding the chopsticks in his hands, the master chef stared at his bowl: "You are the artist you choose to be, living in the spotlight, being scrutinized by everyone, even a little action may be magnified, Being judged by people. But I'm different—"

"I'm just being your private chef according to the agreement. I still have the right to ensure that my privacy is not violated. The actions of those people seemed nothing at the time, but they may bring me a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Fu Jinghui was taken aback for a moment, unable to answer the question.

"I don't want my original peaceful life to be broken. When the contract time comes, I will go back. Please tell Meng Tian for me about the fans. She will handle everything in accordance with the confidentiality agreement in the contract. matter."

After the words fell, Fu Jinghui only saw the chef put down the bowls and chopsticks and went back upstairs.

How did you bypass privacy by throwing things all of a sudden?

Wasn't it about the theft case, and what about the contract period? If he left in such a hurry, why would Fu Jinghui not welcome him so much?

Staring at the empty bowl on the table, Fu Jinghui felt a headache:

Li Luo went back to the house just like that, is it possible to let him wash the dishes?

Once back in the room, Li Luo dialed the teacher's phone number.

"Teacher, I want to ask you something."

Hearing the echo from the other end of the phone, he took a breath and said, "I'm going to Tokyo this time, does that person know?"

"My restaurant in New York was stolen and everything was removed."

"Teacher, I suspect that he caused this incident. He already knows all about me."

☆, dry pot bullfrog

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Today's chapter is super comfortable, and many foreshadowings that were buried before have begun to surface a little bit, including why did Fu Jinghui suffer from anorexia in the first place?Why is Miss Manager working so hard on Fu Jinghui?Also, why did Liu Xinran agree to fire the rumored manager when she first said it?What's the past between He Gang and Fu Jinghui?

Regarding the sentence "My hometown is where my heart is at ease", it comes from Su Dongpo's "Fixing the Storm"

The full text is attached:

I often envy the jade man in the world,

Heaven should beg and order crisps.

Make up your own clear song to spread the white teeth,

The wind blows, and the snowy sea becomes cool.

Thousands of miles back, the years are getting shorter,

Smile, still bring Ling Meixiang when smiling.

How about Lingnan?

But said: This peace of mind is my hometown.

"What exactly is going on?"

A steady voice resounded in the office, like ice floes on the polar sea.

It looks calm, but in the dark it is a raging tide.

The originally spacious and bright laboratory is now full of mess.Chemical solutions, glassware, and steel racks were all lying on the ground, like a crime scene after two cars collided on the highway.

Involuntarily gasping for breath at the same time, the other people in the room followed the cut-off stereo, and no one dared to make a sound.

All eyes turned to the two people who stood in a row, eager to lower their heads into their collars.

One of them is particularly difficult to ignore: the ice is cold, like an ice skate in the twelfth lunar month, piercing through the clothes and shooting at the person.

"Boss... I, I, I can explain..."

Rumant is on his back, a piece of the glasses has been broken, and now he is wearing extremely asymmetric glasses with obvious personal characteristics, the thin man raised his hand weakly:

"We were going to do a biopsy, but out of nowhere, a light tube fell from the ceiling and hit the neck, and finally passed out..."

The more he talked, the softer the man's voice was, he obviously knew that this reason could not reasonably explain the mistakes he made.

"So you are going to tell me that everything is due to the company's failure to check the electrical appliances and the loose lamp tubes were not replaced in time?" The man glanced casually at the lamp socket with only a piece of connector left. The ice blue eyes were emotionless.

Such a big pot, when the person in charge of the logistics department heard it, he quit immediately:

"Boss, our logistics department checks the electrical equipment on NO.20 every month. It's less than a week since the last inspection. I can guarantee that the accident will definitely not be caused by electrical failure!"

The pot that was thrown out, then returned to the thin man's back.

The fat man next to him saw that the atmosphere was not right, and his friend was trembling at the side. According to this situation, the two of them can happily pack together and prepare to leave.

When the time comes, the company will punish her and just deduct the bonus.If he was punished for this incident and sent to Africa to develop business, when will he be able to return to the headquarters in this life?

It must not be possible!

"Boss, I have something to report!" The fat man in the red sweater stepped forward with a serious face.

It was supposed to be a tense atmosphere, but somehow, the fat man's face looked like a strawberry in April, and the red marks were very obvious.

If the two carrot brothers are lucky enough to see their masterpiece at this moment, they will be very satisfied.

Those who were not good enough turned their heads when they heard the voice, and when they saw the fat man raised his head and showed a blushing blushing, he burst into laughter with a "puchi".

Unaware that his dignity had been disfigured, the fat man stared at the laughing guy inexplicably, cleared his throat, and looked at his boss sincerely: "When I was standing by the box, I felt something was wrong. The window was closed, but there was still wind in the room, which made the radish leaves shake. I heard that this building was a cemetery before the nineteenth century. Could it be..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, the fat man looked over with a "you understand" expression on his face.

No nod of approval, no outright refutation.The person opposite turned his head, his blue eyes reflected the fat man's round face:

"Abby, did you drink before going to work?"

Hey, how come even the boss knows that he likes to drink?But he obviously didn't drink before coming to the company?

"Since I didn't drink, it's not because my eyes are dazzled." Nodding his head to show he understood, the man asked Abby again: "Or, I look more like an idiot, so you use such stupid reasons to prevaricate me?"

What a great injustice!

The fat man choked there, wanting to show that what he said was true.I was so anxious that I couldn't find words to explain it.

"Boss, the thing sent for testing this time is indeed a bit evil. I have encountered it twice before Abby." The thin man proved that what they said was true:

"The vegetables that were under your nose just a second ago are gone in the blink of an eye."

The originally calm eyes suddenly froze, and the ice blue eyes narrowed, took a deep look at the guy opposite, and slowly repeated: "In the blink of an eye, is it gone?"

It's true, and whenever you want to take a vegetable and slice it, all kinds of chaos will happen inexplicably, it's almost like being cursed.If it weren't for the wrong day, a thin man would have doubts: Is it April Fool's Day, and someone is hiding in the dark to play a prank?

It seems that a certain sentence touched a distant memory, and fragments of childhood suddenly flashed across the man's mind:

"...A Luo, I want to make porridge with your corn."

The little boy stood awkwardly by the kitchen stove, tiptoeing to reach the corn on the table.

"That, I'll keep it for another use, why don't you go to the teacher to find fresh ones first?" The older boy coaxed his junior brother and led him out of the kitchen.

But after that time, he repeatedly saw the corn in various places in the house.

That's right, the same root.

There was a brown wing-like imprint on the blade near the bottom, which he still remembered.

A few times he was not reconciled, and the child had a fit of temper. He thought that even if he couldn't eat it, he would take this corn to have a look.

But it didn't work.

Either the senior brother suddenly appeared and took him away, or the window opened, the bottle fell over, the cabinet moved... In short, all kinds of situations happened frequently, and the final result was that he couldn't get the corn.

In a trance, I also saw corn and a tomato walking on the ground in my memory.But at that time he was half asleep and half awake, and when he asked his brother, the other said that he was just not awake and was still dreaming.

Is it really a dream, or is it the truth that some other party tried their best to cover up?

"Among the items delivered this time, there is a root of corn. Is there any imprint on the leaves at the bottom?"

Taking out the photo that was taken as a base, Mr. Secretary replied after careful inspection: "A small brown mark, which looks a bit like a wing. However, this thing is similar to a birthmark, nothing special."

With a sudden turmoil in his eyes, he called out: "Brown, before going to Tokyo, I have to go to Beijing first."

He responded quickly, and Mr. Secretary quickly replied: "Okay, Boss."

Those who were knocked out had to be trained by the boss.

Those who knocked people out are still struggling with pain.

"left?"

"No, right."

"You don't know the direction, why are you pointing blindly?"

"I don't know the direction, and it's not that I don't know the street signs! Xia Xia, can't you let my brother?"

"No. Guan Guan has already led the wrong way once, and I will definitely not make any trouble this time."

"..."

A conversation similar to the above has been going on for half an hour.

Everyone finally waited until the plane landed, saw so many planes at the airport, and saw that the fuselages of the planes were all written in Malay. Everyone who was originally semi-literate was completely confused.

When the book is used, I hate less, and I haven't learned a foreign language well.

There are very few vegetables and ingredients in Malaysia that have independent consciousness. It is rare for them to encounter the mangosteen before. Want to find another one to ask for directions?

Basically impossible.

A couple of carrot brothers who have lived in Malays said that even if they try their best, they will help everyone find their way to Beijing:

"Here is the snake head that sells boat tickets—Snake Fruit, you can go there to try your luck." Really unable to find a way out, Huahua gave the last solution that was not a solution.

"Will it be unsafe? Those who can do this kind of business are not good people, right?" Guan Guan expressed his disapproval considering everyone's safety.

But if they don't go to the smugglers to buy tickets, they really can only swim, and swim across the South China Sea to China.

At their speed, by the time they swam ashore and arrived in Beijing, A Luo would probably have gotten married and had children.

Looking at each other, everyone had to go to the snake head to try their luck.

"You, each, five thousand vegetable coins."

In the hollow of the coconut tree, the snake fruit that Huahua said was the head of the snake, sharpened the blade in his hand, and gave the price in a hoarse voice.

Too expensive, it's a money grab!

Grabbing Guan Guan who was about to turn around and leave, Xia Xia persuaded her brother together: "These guys are doing desperate business. If you don't pay today, even if you don't get on the boat, he won't let you go." You left here so easily."

After the words fell, the two brothers signaled Guan Guan to look at the snake fruit:

The scar on the side of his face was shocking, and he watched their movement vigilantly from time to time, and at first glance, it was not a good match.In Hong Kong movies, he is a gangster, and he can kill people every minute he is unhappy.

Is there any law left!The corn silk trembled with anger, Guan Guan lowered his voice and asked Brother Carrot: "Is there no other solution?"

Either pay to get on board, or stay alive and save money.Two ways, no other way.

Gritting their teeth, everyone discussed it, counted all their belongings, and handed them all over to Sheguo to pay.

Set off that night.

Sitting under the partition of the wooden boat, the vegetables are closely attached to each other, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the boat, I suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment and anxiety about the future:

This time, can you find A Luo smoothly?

The spiciness of Chaotian pepper wafts through the room.

"Ah-"

As soon as he got home, Fu Jinghui sneezed immediately because of the smell.

Tonight, the manager's lady was going to meet her lover, so she explained all matters, big and small, to Fu Jinghui at the company.

What's not clear, and the new assistant will help him remember clearly.

Accompanied by the new assistant, the two of them together with the manpower sent by the company, there will be no trouble.

"Bah, bah, what can I do wrong?" Uncomfortable hearing what the agent said, Fu Jinghui protested: "I've been doing very well in my work recently, and the communication with the stylist is also very smooth. Whether it's work or fashion, you don't have to worry that I will be caught wrong by the media."

That's the best.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, a little more preparation is not a bad thing.

"Remember it well," Meng Tian took out his notebook and told his artistes: "When walking on the red carpet, pay attention to the position, order, and speech. If someone tries to make things difficult for you by borrowing past rumors or your outfit that day, you should also pay attention to it." Hold back and don't get angry."

Speaking as if he likes to get angry, Fu Jinghui curled his lips: "Didn't I be fine before?"

"That's me standing by your side. Whenever you show signs of getting angry, I'll take the lead to divert the topic of the media away." Stroking his forehead, Meng Tian called the newcomer standing beside him:

"Nanfeng, be smart when the time comes. If you see something wrong, immediately divert the attention of the media. Like I usually do, have you learned it?"

The new assistant is a young girl who just graduated, and she nodded immediately when she saw this: "Okay Sister Meng, I will work hard!"

"I don't want you to work hard, but I want you to do your best!" Rubbing her temples, the manager looked at her watch:

"I'm going to catch the plane when the time comes, so let's do this first. If there is any problem, Nanfeng, please call me as soon as possible, and you must remember it!"

Asking the driver to help put all the suitcases into the car first, Meng Tian looked at the two people in the room, one big and one young, with expressions of sending off the Queen Mother respectfully, and left dumbfounded.

"When you come back, I will wait to drink your wedding wine." Waving his hand, Fu Jinghui was really happy for his manager.

The woman who had already walked a while heard the words, her eyes turned red, and too many emotions flashed in her eyes.

It seemed that he wanted to say something to Fu Jinghui, but he looked at the person standing beside him.