I stole the hero's golden finger

The car stopped at the entrance of an old-fashioned residential area, Lin Feng unfastened his seat belt, "Come up with me."

Lin Feng was intimidated, so the flower headband had no choice but to unbuckle the seat belt and get out of the car.

There is no property in this old-fashioned community, only the concierge. Lin Feng asked the old man of the concierge to get a spare key.

On the sixth floor, the landlord really stood guard at the door.

The landlord also lived in this community, and Lin Feng seriously suspected that the old man at the porter had tipped off the news.

Lin Feng pulled the flower kerchief over and said to the landlord: "Auntie, this is my agent, who came here today to help me pay the rent."

The flower scarf immediately glared at Lin Feng, "When did I say..."

"You violated the regulations and took a high commission. The extra money you took from me in the past is enough to pay my rent for two years. Don't worry, I won't report you to the company. Go quickly."

As he spoke, Lin Feng pushed the flower scarf in front of the landlady's aunt.

The company expressly forbids brokers to take commissions in violation of the regulations. It is not a day or two for Wang Qiyang to violate the regulations. None of the models under his hands dare to speak up, and Wang Qi is getting bolder and bolder.

Lin Feng said that he would not report him, but the flower headscarf felt threatening from inside.

The landlord is also a smart person, he immediately took out his mobile phone and opened his own payment code when he saw the opportunity.

The flower headscarf is about to suffocate internal injuries.

He hated that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, so he suffered such inhumane physical and mental torture.

Under Lin Feng's smiling eyes, Hua Turan paid the rent unwillingly.

The house is small in size, and it's pretty clean, but the windows all face north, and the room is a bit dark.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the door, he turned on the headlights. There was a box of milk at the entrance. He took out a bag and put it in his mouth. He hadn't drank milk for two days, and he was greedy for milk.

After Meimei took two gulps, he said to the flower scarf: "My phone is soaked in water, you go and buy me a new phone first."

"You use me as your little assistant?!"

Lin Feng turned his head, with Niu Nunao in his mouth, he said vaguely, "What's wrong?"

The flower scarf held back her breath, "It's nothing, what brand do you want?"

"Just the one you took."

Flower headscarf: "..."

The breath that the flower scarf had so easily suffocated came up again, he swallowed it hard, turned around and went out.

Lin Feng was lying on the bed with Niu Nunai in his mouth, looking at the somewhat yellowed ceiling. The accommodation problem has been solved, and there are still hundreds of thousands of online loans on his head.

Ugh.

Lin Feng decided to get drunk and dream of death for a while.

He went to the bar that the original owner frequented.

"Long time no see." The bartender at the bar greeted, "What do you want?"

"Vodka!"

The bartender gave him a surprised look and asked with a smile, "Are you sure?"

"Ha ha!"

Bartender: "..."

The bartender elegantly mixed the wine and pushed it in front of Lin Feng.

Without saying a word, Lin Feng breathed out a sigh of relief, "Have another drink."

Bartender: "..."

After two cups, Lin Feng's head was dizzy and his eyes were blurred.

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

He overestimated the drinking capacity of the original owner!

With a heavy thing on his shoulders, Lin Feng turned his head slowly, and saw a double-imaged face wearing glasses, which seemed familiar.

"Why do you drink so hard?" the man asked.

"Who are you, who are you?"

"You don't even recognize me?" The man smiled, "It seems that I'm really drunk."

Fang Zhihao paid the bill, put up Lin Feng's arm, and hooked his waist with one hand. The waist was thin and flexible, and it felt very good in the hand. Fang Zhihao couldn't help pinching it.

Lin Feng didn't notice anything.

Fang Zhihao raised the corners of his mouth and helped Lin Feng get into his car.

"Where do you want to take, take me?"

Fang Zhihao pulled Lin Feng's seat belt and put it on. Looking at Lin Feng's flushed face, he couldn't help but feel a surge in a certain position, and whispered into Lin Feng's ear, "Of course I'm taking you home."

After speaking, he blew behind Lin Feng's ear.

Lin Feng felt his ears itch, raised his hand and slapped Fang Zhihao's face, causing his glasses to crooked.

Fang Zhihao groaned, the bridge of his nose was hurt by the nose pad of his glasses, and he almost burst into tears.

It took a long time to relieve the pain, and after glaring at Lin Feng, Fang Zhihao started the car.

The car soon entered a high-end residential area, Fang Zhihao parked the car, and carried Lin Feng onto the elevator.

Lin Feng was already unconscious at this time, and his whole weight was on Fang Zhihao. Fang Zhihao wanted to take advantage of the elevator, but he didn't free his hand.

Fang Zhihao helped Lin Feng into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, took a few breaths, and took out the crime tools from the drawer.

He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the drunk man on the bed.

Lin Feng is a model, so his figure is naturally excellent, but the most important thing is that he has a good face. Just looking at this face, Fang Zhihao's blood went straight to his forehead.

Lin Feng was so dizzy that he just wanted to sleep, but there was always something harassing him, so he kicked it away because he was so annoying.

"Ah!~~~~~~"

Fang Zhihao screamed, his face contorted in pain, and he almost lost his breath.

"Go away, don't disturb me sleeping!"

Lin Feng grumbled, raised his leg again, exerted all his strength, and kicked.

This time Fang Zhihao was kicked out of bed directly, curled up on the ground, clutching his indescribably slumped body, in pain, and it took him a long time to draw out his breath.

Why? ? ! ! !

Why are drunk people still so strong? ? ? ! ! ! ! !

Lin Feng woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

When I opened my eyes, I almost thought I was wearing it again.

Fang Zhihao pushed open the door, "Are you awake?"

Fang Zhihao was dressed in white casual clothes, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was pomaded today, looking radiant as usual.

Lin Feng took a closer look, "It's you, why am I here with you?"

This person is one of the few friends of the original owner. He often treats the original owner to dinner and out to play, and has never asked the original owner to pay.

In fact, Fang Zhihao's occupation is PR, that is, public relations. To put it bluntly, he is a pimp.

They introduce models to accompany those rich people, and then the clients pay them commissions. To put it bluntly, they make money for themselves by exploiting other people's appearance, youth, and time!

The original owner was one of the models exploited by Fang Zhihao, but the original owner didn't know whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know. As soon as Fang Zhihao greeted him, he followed him out to eat, drink, and play, and even regarded Fang Zhihao as a good friend.

As the name suggests, help a friend.

Fang Zhihao leaned against the door frame, the child was still in pain, he maintained an elegant posture and smiled, "Did you forget? You were drunk at the bar yesterday, and I happened to bump into it, so I brought you back."

Lin Feng glanced at the other party suspiciously.

Although he was very drunk last night, he vaguely remembered a few episodes.

Lin Feng checked his clothes and put them on properly.

Fang Zhihao smiled and said, "What are you thinking? You were as drunk as a pig last night, am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger?"

"do not you?"

Fang Zhihao's face froze, he suspected that Lin Feng was pretending to be drunk last night.

He didn't want to try the pain that shocked Gaier last night, so he said righteously, "Of course not!"

Lin Feng laughed, "Is there any food? I'm hungry."

Fang Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned the page: "Of course."

The two had breakfast and went downstairs together.

Seeing that Fang Zhihao was walking a little strangely, Lin Feng asked in confusion, "What's wrong with your legs? Why do you feel like you're always stuck in your legs?"

Fang Zhihao: "..."

Fang Zhihao forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's alright."

In order to prove that he was fine, he jumped and kicked his legs twice.

The action is too big, it's a mess, and it even hurts the children.

Fang Zhihao's butt/hip was cramping in pain, he took two deep breaths, and smiled generously, "Are you going to the company? I'll see you off."

Lin Feng is not going to the company, he is going to shoot the commercial of Zhenben.

However, the shooting location happened to be not far from here, so Lin Feng didn't show courtesy to Fang Zhihao, and directly reported the address.

When he arrived at the place, Lin Feng got out of the car, and before he could say goodbye, Fang Zhihao kicked the accelerator and flew out.

His little friend is very ill and must go to the hospital immediately.

Zhenben is a sports functional drink that has only been released in the past two years and is not well-known in the market. It tastes a bit like Wanglaoji.

The person in charge of filming the commercials is a young director named Huang Jinxiu. Despite his delicate name, he actually looks quite rough.

Lin Feng followed the script, running, jumping, drinking drinks, and reading the commercials.

Only the action of pouring the drink into his mouth took dozens of shots, countless pieces of clothes were wet, and Lin Feng's mouth was numb from drinking. Director Xiao Huang was satisfied.

A 2-minute short commercial took a total of more than four hours to shoot.

After the filming, Lin Feng's legs softened and he sat on the ground.

Director Xiao Huang walked over with a smile, took a bottle of Zhenben and handed it to him.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Director Huang, you want to kill me."

Huang Jinxiu: "I am Huang Yaoshi of Peach Blossom Island, please call me Island Master Huang."

Lin Feng: "..."

"Hahahahaha." Huang Jinxiu squatted down beside Lin Feng, and patted Lin Feng's shoulder, "Xiao Lin, you performed well, and the camera sense is very good. If you want to work with a model I have worked with before, this short film will take seven or eight shots." Hours."

Huang Jinxiu stretched out her hand, "Let's cooperate again next time we have a chance."

Lin Feng complained in his heart, the camera looks good and the expression is in place, so many times?

He stretched out his hand and shook Huang Jinxiu softly, "I hope that next time we cooperate, we won't drink any more drinks."

Huang Jinxiu: "Hahahahaha."

Huang Jinxiu: "There is a wine tasting at the end of the month, do you want to go? There are hundreds of wines for you to drink to your heart's content."

Lin Feng's eyes automatically rolled up.

Huang Jinxiu: "Hahahaha! No, no, it's for you to taste wine, not to drink, spit it out after tasting, and go together at that time."

Lin Feng refused: "It's better to say goodbye, I don't know much about wine, and I can't taste one, two, three."

Huang Jinxiu: "Come on, this wine tasting event is not a free wine tasting event held in supermarkets or bars, but a formal wine development summit jointly held by several major wine merchants. In addition, there are many social celebrities who love wine, and the entrance fee alone costs 1 yuan."

When Lin Feng heard that there was still an entrance fee, he didn't even want to go.

Now that he is so poor, even the northwest wind is considered an extra meal, let alone [-] yuan, he has to consider even a dollar.

Huang Jinxiu: "But I have an invitation letter, it's free and doesn't cost money."

Lin Feng looked at him suspiciously.

Huang Jinxiu smiled mysteriously, "I'll send you a copy when it's over."

Lin Feng pretended to be really running, and now he felt like throwing up when he heard the words related to three o'clock water, but because of Director Xiao Huang's kind invitation, he had no choice but to nod.

Before leaving, the director gave him a box of True Ben.

Lin Feng hugged a box and ran off the bus. When he walked to the entrance of the community, he saw a shiny Bentley parked not far away. of light.

The door of the Bentley opened, and an old man got out, walking straight towards Lin Feng.

On a hot day, the old man was wearing an elegant three-piece suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, meticulously combed hair, and a gentleman's goatee.

Goatee walked up to Lin Feng and said politely, "You are Lin Feng, right?"

Lin Feng shook Zhenben in his hand, "Well, I am, what's wrong?"

Goatee showed a kind smile, took out a business card and handed it to Lin Feng, and said, "My surname is Jin, and I am the housekeeper of the Ye family. If it is convenient for Mr. Xiaolin, can I take a step to speak?"

Lin Feng freed up one hand, took the business card to look at it, and asked casually, "Which Ye family?"