I walk the career line in dog blood

An Yinong knew that he might have encountered a 'dilemma', but he remained calm, just smiled and asked the two to sit down.

"Several big brothers have worked hard to come here, have you eaten yet? Why don't we order food first and chat slowly?"

The four looked at each other, and Shi Shiran sat down.

An Yinong looked down at his watch, his left hand quickly wrote on a small piece of paper, rubbed his fingertips into a roll, and then used the cover of the desktop to get into Editor Qian's hands: "Miss Qian, are you going to The restroom? Can you call the waiter for us when we go out?"

"Okay, okay." An Yinong's composure gave Editor Qian a lot of courage, her heart was about to jump out of her chest, but she still looked very calm.

Here, An Yinong still calmly received the four 'unkind visitors', while Editor Qian walked out, called the waiter, and then ran to the bathroom, checked to make sure there was no one there, and then opened the note.

Written crookedly on the note: Call, He Fu, call someone.

"Call and call." Mobile phones have not yet appeared, so the only way to make calls is to go to the lobby of this restaurant, or go out to find a phone booth.

Editor Qian thought that this was the restaurant the other party had ordered, and who knew if it was a gang, so he slipped out through the back door next to the toilet and looked for the phone booth.

This An Yinong was ordering with the menu, he took his time, first asked about the restaurant's signature dishes, and then asked these people what they like.

One of them probably disliked his dawdling, so he didn't even read the menu, and reported a list of dishes.

"Sure enough," An Yinong thought, "They are very familiar with this restaurant, maybe they have a friendship."

After ordering the dishes, An Yinong asked them one by one what they would like with the order of drinks.

"Hey, kid, you ordered so many things, you don't want us to treat you?" A little gangster with dyed red hair asked him. This person kept moving around, and he seemed very unaccustomed to wearing a suit.

"How come? Of course I was the one to treat guests. My father taught me that boys should be more generous outside." An Yinong narrowed his eyes and smiled purely.

He is young, and looks very tender, and his aura is restrained like a teenage student, which is really hard to guard against.

But they were a little puzzled: "Child, did you draw "The Desert"?"

An Yinong showed a little panic: "Yes, it's a cooperation. I have an idea and invite someone to come and draw."

Oh~ They all looked at each other: That's it, no wonder, he doesn't look like a person who can draw that kind of cartoon, if he finds the shooter, it makes sense.

After a while, editor Qian came back, and the food and wine began to be served.

"Let's eat first, I'm still hungry." An Yinong rubbed his stomach, looking like he was about to eat a big meal.

This was different from the "little boss" that Editor Qian usually saw. She was terrified to death, but tried to keep calm, trying to pretend to be "smart and capable".

But these people's attention was not on her at all.

The middle-aged man winked at one of them, and that person took out a piece of printed paper: "Our company has taken a fancy to your comics and wants to use them to make a movie. Make a movie, do you want to make a movie?" look?"

"Make a movie, of course I want to watch it. But do I have to order it today? I have to ask my parents about this." An Yinong hesitated and raised him in a greenhouse. The young master who is indecisive and indecisive is vividly played.

"No, young master, do you think we are here to play house with you?" A gangster patted the table and approached, startling An Yinong.

"You, you, you, calm down, what do you want to do?"

"Hey! We are talking about business, don't fight and kill." The middle-aged man pretended to grab the young man, and he looked at An Yinong again, "You should sign sooner, we will cooperate sooner, and you will return sooner." How about home?"

An Yinong looked frightened. He picked up the 'contract' with trembling hands, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "The copyright fee is [-] yuan? Is it true?"

They looked at each other and laughed: "Really, just sign and the [-] will be credited to you immediately."

As he spoke, he put a pen in front of An Yinong: "Let's sign it."

"But I..." He picked up the 'contract', "Can I have another look? I think..."

Before he finished speaking, a gun was pointed at An Yinong's forehead, and the red-haired young man with fleas all over his body was full of impatience: "I hate people who dawdle like you the most, sign it or not?" ?”

Editor Qian's heart suddenly jumped out of his throat.

"Calm down, calm down." An Yinong's face was covered with cold sweat, looking scared and timid, "I'll sign, can I sign?"

As a result, the muzzle of the gun knocked on his forehead again: "What are you doing in a daze? Sign."

An Yinong stretched out his hand, about to pick up a pen.

"Bang!" the door was kicked open.

The people in the box were stunned for a moment, but before they could react, An Yinong changed the direction in which he stretched out his hand. He grabbed the gun against his forehead and moved it away, twisting his backhand to grab the pistol.Then he grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and flipped it over in the direction of those people.

For a while, the vegetable soup was flying.

"Let's go." Editor Qian was so frightened that he couldn't move, but An Yinong grabbed his arm and rushed to the door.

Editor Qian was pushed out of the door first, and then An Yinong himself stepped out: "Be careful, they have guns."

"Alright, young master." The bodyguards who finally arrived at the door also took out their stuff, and rushed in while sending An Yinong and the panic-stricken Editor Qian out of the door.

The bodyguards hired by the He family were all of real quality and had thick protective clothing on them. This group of people was taken down after just meeting each other. The bodyguards found three pistols and some knives from them.

Editor Qian was afraid after looking at these things for a while.

An Yinong took out his handkerchief, looked at the pistols before putting them down.

"Immortal dance? Play house with me?" He looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

Although he was also smiling, his expression was completely different from just now. If the middle-aged man had seen his smiling face before, he would not have taken it lightly. After being dragged by a table of wine and food for more than ten minutes, he was caught is on.

"Who the hell are you?" the middle-aged man asked, he wanted to die more clearly.

"Boss of the magazine publishing house, don't you know?" An Yinong spread his hands, "I heard that someone is interested in the film copyright of our resident cartoonist, so come and have a look."

"Are you from the He family?" The middle-aged man finally figured it out, "Are you cheating on me?"

"Damn you? If you came here sincerely to talk about copyright, I would entertain you sincerely. It's a pity that I didn't seize the opportunity."

An Yinong sat down on a clean stool, holding the 'contract': "One hundred thousand? I'm afraid I won't get ten thousand in the end. No, depending on how you behave, you probably don't plan to give it to me at all. Money. However, when reporting income and expenditure, it should be reported as an expenditure of [-] yuan. Isn’t it?”

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, but his expression said everything: yes, that's what they thought and did.

This is also the basic way these gangsters use movies to make money. They point guns at contributors, screenwriters, famous actors, directors, etc., and ask them to work voluntarily, but a large amount of salary is written in the contract.

In the end, it was basically a zero-cost movie, and most of the box office harvested was in the bag.

In addition, they also laundered money through the box office. The box office of 50 was blown into 100 million, so 50 of black money was laundered and could be used.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

"There are a lot of new comic books recently. Although "The Desert" has a good reputation, it is only a new comic book, and the reader base is not enough. If you start from the perspective of film and television, of course, you should choose an old brand that others have at least heard of. Comics are more suitable. So, this book, who reminded you to buy the copyright?"

An Yinong asked again.

The middle-aged man just looked at him contemptuously, as if to say: You can ask me whatever you want, I am 'hard-core' and will not betray the organization.

"Okay, why don't you say it? If you don't say it, it will be on the boss behind you. As for you, if you want to eat prison food so much, then go to prison."

An Yinong was too lazy to talk, he stood up: "Illegal possession of guns, blackmail, threats... call the police."

Soon, these people were escorted away.Editor Qian looked ashamed: "It's all because I didn't investigate clearly." In the end, the little boss, who was five or six years younger than her, stepped forward to settle the matter.

"It's not your problem whether you do mental calculations or not. I'll let someone take you home first, drink a cup of hot tea and sleep, and the matter will be over. I will handle the rest. Don't worry, these people can't come out. "

It wasn't until she sat in the car that Editor Qian realized that what the little boss said was to comfort her, and she didn't have to worry about these people coming out to harass her.Moreover, he was also the first to push her out of the door just now.

"Hmm..." She clutched her heart: what should I do, even though the little boss is so much younger, she still feels so handsome, so secure, and so considerate.

With so many bodyguards dispatched, and finally calling the police, An Yinong couldn't hide such a big matter even if he wanted to.Almost as soon as he returned home, he met the weeping mother of the original owner and the father of the original owner who was spinning around nervously.

"Atong, are you alright?" Li Yufeng ran over, pulled him to turn left and right, and after confirming that he was all right, he wiped away his tears and said, "You're going to scare Mommy to death."

He Chengjue also ran over: "I heard it's because of the publishing house, what is it?"

"A group of people wanted to do fairy dance, but I saw through it. In order to prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry, I sent bodyguards over. Actually, it's nothing. If something really happened, do you think I'm still so calm?"

This is true, An Yinong looked like a normal person, better than anyone else.

"Dad, you didn't tell Grandpa them? I'm really fine, don't scare Grandpa."

He Chengjue shook his head: "I came here as soon as I heard the news, and I haven't told your grandpa yet. Don't mess around next time, and bring bodyguards when you go out in the future. The people outside are very bad."

"Okay, got it."

"The immortal dance is the immortal dance, the most important thing is to ensure your own safety." Li Yufeng hugged her son, "Give him money if he wants it, don't gamble with your personal safety, think about your father and me, okay? "

"Understood, Mommy." An Yinong, who is usually thick-skinned, is rarely at a loss. He is a little unaccustomed to being so close to his elders, and he also has some indescribable liking - it turns out that his parents care about him, this is the feeling ah.

Because of this little accident, the original owner's parents, who had grown tired of seeing each other, stayed and lived in his small villa for two days.After confirming that there was nothing wrong with An Yinong, Li Yufeng left because of work, while He Chengjue stayed.

He was completely out of his wits.

"You're going to get a divorce yourself." An Yinong reminded him.

"I know, but your mommy is the only person I, a prodigal, have worked hard for in my life, you don't understand." He Chengjue went to drink sullenly.

An Yinong helplessly spread his hands: He doesn't understand this kind of Neptune's mood.

"By the way, there is one more thing." He Chengjue who ran away ran back, "When will you come back to live? Now that your mommy and I have divorced, and the tabloids have stopped. I don't worry about you living here alone. .”

An Yinong was a little strange: "You don't feel comfortable living there by yourself?"

"Not really." He Chengjue thought for a while, it was just a big villa complex, but few people actually lived there, which made people feel creepy.

"I'm fine here, let's talk about it after a while." An Yinong refused, he lives here well, what will he do when he goes back?Appreciate the navy-inspired decor in the room?