Waiting Upon You

Brother Feng still answered simply, "Yes."

Ling Lang didn't expect to face Feng Hao's family alone on this occasion, and he didn't know what attitude the other party had towards him, and didn't know what to say, so he simply kept silent.

Brother Feng is not a talkative person either, the two just looked at each other silently, sizing up each other calmly.

Just one Ling Lang is enough to make the reporter feel that the air pressure is low. Now that Brother Feng is added, the temperature drops to zero.

He felt that he was going to freeze, so he hurried out to smooth things over, "Ah, Mr. Feng, it's not yet the appointed time, you came really early."

Only then did Brother Feng focus on him, "Isn't it convenient now?"

"No, no, of course it's convenient. Teacher Ling's interview just ended," the reporter waved his hand.

It was only then that Ling Lang realized that Feng Hao's brother was also here to be interviewed by the magazine. Could it be that this time the topic was to interview the entire crew, including the producer of Shenyin?

Brother Feng nodded slightly to Ling Lang, turned around and walked to the room where he was interviewing just now. The reporter didn't know whether to continue seeing Ling Lang or catch up quickly. When he was hesitating, Ling Lang had already stepped into the elevator. Pressed the close button.

When the reporter chased into the room, Brother Feng was already standing there reading the manuscript of the interview just now. When he saw Ling Lang commenting on the new film, he sneered disdainfully and threw the notes back to the original place.

The reporter quickly turned over the page, "It's so scribbled, it makes you laugh."

Brother Feng calmly sat down on the sofa, raised his legs, "Let's get started."

If Ling Lang felt inaccessible to the reporter, Brother Feng just sat there and gave the reporter an inexplicable sense of oppression. He asked a few questions that were originally planned with trepidation, and the topic inevitably involved the other party's investment. Several films were shot.

"Mr. Feng has never been involved in the entertainment industry before. Why did he suddenly become interested in making movies? He has invested in four movies in a row and has already started shooting the fifth one?"

Of course, what's even more weird is that the leading actors in each film are the same, of course he didn't say this.

"I'm just entrusted by others, and it's just a name," Brother Feng replied lightly.

The reporter didn't expect him to answer so bluntly, so he asked directly, "Who entrusted you?"

"No comment."

"Don't you do what you do to make your younger brother famous in the entertainment industry?"

Brother Feng shook his head, "I'm not interested in what he's playing."

"Then what do you think of the few movies you invested in and your brother starred in?"

"I didn't read it."

The reporter was stunned, "You didn't read it? Why?"

"There are no free tickets."

reporter:"……"

"Then what do you think of your younger brother's love affair?" People have a heart for gossip, even though it is seriously inconsistent with the style of the magazine, the reporter still wants to take advantage of his position to gossip.

"I said, what he likes to do is his business. Whether he wants to be a star himself or play a star, I'm not interested."

"Is he really your brother?" The reporter couldn't help asking.

"Do you think we look alike?" Brother Feng asked back.

The reporter looked at it carefully, then nodded solemnly, "Very similar."

“Looking means nothing.”

The reporter's eyes widened, as if he knew some shocking gossip.

"But he is my own brother."

reporter:"……"

Brother Feng glanced at his watch, "You invited me here just to ask these boring topics? I remember that wasn't the topic of the interview proposed by your magazine back then."

The reporter hurriedly sat upright, honestly leading the topic back to the original direction.

"So about your management philosophy..."

When Ling Lang returned home, Feng Hao, who had said he would be waiting for him at home, was not at home. He picked up his mobile phone, only to realize that he didn't have the other party's phone number at all.

He dialed the agent's phone, and there was a voice message that the user had turned off the phone.

The agent at this time has already started his great tracking business. His equipment is not professional, and he cannot continue to capture signals if he is more than three kilometers away from the target, so he must race against time to follow the route of the red dot.

To his surprise, the red dot stopped after walking for about a quarter of an hour. The agent came to the door of a building whose purpose he didn't know. Could this be Feng Hao's lair?

He parked the car at an inconspicuous corner, and carefully walked into the building with the tracker. The red dot on it had long since stopped, which meant that the other party's car had been parked here, but he couldn't find it anyway. To the trace of the black car.

The manager walked in the building for a long time without seeing anyone. He groped from room to room, and finally there was a conversation in a certain room, and one of the voices was Feng Hao.

"After so long, you still haven't asked?"

Although the voice was Feng Hao's, the tone of his tone was quite different from usual. The door of the room was not closed tightly. Who else was it if it wasn't the pervert who attacked Ling Lang that day?

"I'm sorry," the bodyguard said respectfully with downcast eyes, "No matter how hard we press him, he insists on his previous reason."

Feng Hao picked up a stack of documents on the table, "A mental patient, would prepare such complete case documents to exonerate himself before committing a crime?" He raised his hand, and the paper was scattered all over the floor, "If this is considered mental illness, I don't think there are any normal people among you."

The bodyguard bowed his head and said nothing, but the murderer laughed three times, then suddenly withdrew his smile, and said fiercely, "Hurry up and let me go, or I will sue you for abuse of lynching!"

"Abuse of lynching?" Feng Hao smiled, "I'm afraid you haven't seen what lynching is."

He clapped his hands, and immediately a bodyguard brought up a bottle, which was exactly the same as the infusion bottle used by the murderer when he attacked Ling Lang that day.

The bodyguard put the bottle on the table, put on plastic gloves, took out a few drops of the transparent liquid in the bottle with a straw, and dropped it on the gauze beside it, and the gauze was immediately carbonized to form a black hole.

How could the murderer not understand this, his face immediately changed, "What are you going to do?"

The bodyguard took out another nine identical bottles, and quickly mixed the previous bottle with them. The murderer's eyes widened, but he was dazzled by the quick movements of his hands. He didn't know which bottle was filled with sulfuric acid.

Another bodyguard brought up a pair of gloves, and Feng Hao put them on gracefully. No one would associate his actions with the murder. Those who didn't know would think that he was going to do something elegant next.

"Nine bottles are glucose. I think you know what the other bottle is without telling me. Maybe you have nine chances, but it's also possible that you don't have one." Feng Hao moved his hand over the ten bottles at a constant speed, each time Whenever there was a sign of stopping, the murderer would feel his heart twitch, "How about it, are you picking it yourself, or shall I pick it for you?"

The murderer turned pale, "You, don't mess around!"

"It seems that you want me to help you decide," he casually picked up the bottle on the far right, "Happy to help."

"Don't, ah, ah—" The murderer thought that Feng Hao was just trying to scare him, but the other party poured all the liquid in the bottle without saying a word. After tasting the sweetness of the liquid in his mouth, he finally understood that this person was actually Not as harmless as it appears on the surface.

"Good luck, come again," Feng Hao didn't even give the other party a chance to breathe, and immediately picked up the second bottle, which was glucose again, but this time the murderer was already trembling with fright.

"The third bottle."

Seeing that the other party was about to attack again, the murderer shouted loudly without thinking, "Don't! Don't! I say! I say!"

Feng Hao's hand stopped.

"I'm not a pervert, someone asked me to do this!"

"Who?"

The murderer began to hesitate, and when he saw that the opponent was about to splash again, he shouted hoarsely, "It's Mr. Yi! It's Mr. Yi who wants me to do it!"

Bang—the door was kicked open, and the agent rushed in with a gust of wind, grabbing the murderer by the collar, "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Boss Yi wanted me to pretend to be a pervert to attack Ling Lang." Now that the murderer has already recruited, he will go to the end anyway. I won't be sentenced, and he will give me a lot of money... I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, you can check my account!"

"We have checked your account," Feng Hao said.

"Not that one, I have another one! It's in my ex-wife's name!"

Feng Hao winked, and several bodyguards immediately walked out knowingly.

The agent threw him away and picked up the case reports scattered on the ground. The more he looked at them, the more angry he became. With these evidences, even if he was brought to court, he could still be convicted on mental grounds. If Feng Hao hadn't brought him here, I'm afraid he's at large by now.

"Damn it, this bastard surnamed Yi is not dead yet," the manager spread his hands at Feng Hao, "Bring the gloves!"

"What are you doing!" The murderer showed fear on his face, "I've already recruited!"

The agent said angrily, "If I don't pour out all these bottles, it will be hard to get rid of my hatred!"

The fourth bottle was actually glucose, but the murderer couldn't have known it, because he had fainted from fright.

"It's really a bad person who has a lot of life, and he will ruin it for thousands of years," the manager scolded someone, took off his gloves and threw it on the table, but he also saw a familiar thing on it.

It was only then that he remembered how abrupt his appearance was, and looked at Feng Hao who was watching the show with his hands in his pockets, "Hehe, what a coincidence, I actually met you here."

Feng Hao glanced at the positioning transmitter on the table as if nothing had happened, "In the future, if you have any questions, you can directly ask me, there is no need to play with these small tricks, and in this matter, I think you should stand on the united front with me Up."

The agent knew that his actions were under the control of the other party from the beginning, so he could only smile awkwardly, but he couldn't laugh anymore when he remembered what the murderer said before.

His expression was solemn, "I thought that the old man surnamed Yi died a long time ago, at least he hid far away and never dared to come back. I didn't expect that after more than ten years, he would still have the courage to come out and make trouble."

Seeing that Feng Hao didn't ask, he took the initiative to speak out, "The Yi man had a grudge with Ling Lang long ago, and he hated Ling Lang to the bone. If he was still alive, he would never let it go."

"Is it the boss of Yi's back then?"

The manager was surprised. Yi was a famous person back then, but since Mr. Mo erased his business, his business collapsed overnight. Up to now, there are not many people who can call him by his name, let alone It was a young man like Feng Hao.

"You know him?" the agent asked in surprise.

"I've only heard of it," Feng Hao replied lightly.

"He..." The manager frowned, wondering if he should tell Feng Hao about the past, "He tried to rule Ling Lang back then, and Ling Lang was still a fledgling rookie at that time."

Feng Hao waited quietly for a long time, "And then?"

"It didn't work out, Ling Lang kicked him into a cripple." Feeling that the word crippled wasn't accurate enough, he added, "One of his knees hit the bottom, and he couldn't be rescued after being sent to the hospital, so he turned into an egg in the end. "

He subconsciously frowned when he said this.

Later, if Mr. Mo hadn't suddenly intervened, I'm afraid Ling Lang would have spent the rest of his life in prison. It was at that time that he was entrusted by Mr. Mo to become Ling Lang's manager.

He will never forget the first time he saw Ling Lang in the detention center. The young man's eyes were completely different from those of the entertainers who had been in the entertainment circle for several years. It was impossible to connect him with his deeds just by looking at his appearance.

--Who are you?

—I am your agent.

The young Ling Lang raised his head, staring at him with dark eyes, the eyes in those days are still the same clear now.

This matter belongs to the old secret history, not to mention the media, almost no one in the entertainment industry knows about it. Mr. Mo even wiped out Ling Lang's case, making it impossible for anyone who wants to find out.

Yi Lidan also quickly disappeared from people's sight after that. The manager thought that he had been expelled from the world by Mr. Mo long ago, but he didn't expect that he was still alive, let alone that he planned to take revenge on Ling Lang.

The manager woke up from the memory, and Feng Hao had already walked to the door, "Leave this person to you to deal with, and you can do whatever you like."

"Where are you going?" the agent asked loudly.

"Go home," Feng Hao suddenly stood still and turned around. His eyes were cold, as if there was a murderous look in his eyes. Feng Hao's manager looked like this only in the movie.

"Also," he said, "don't let the senior know about this matter."