my wife is a showman

Chapter 253 Me and My Mother-in-law

Xu Lang stood up, pretended to stretch his muscles, and closed the curtains.

I checked the room carefully, and sure enough, I found a bug stuck under the bed, but the pinhole camera was not found.

"Brother, are you going to catch him?" Zhou Qiong asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, look who sent it."

"Call the police, how dangerous it is for you to go."

"Do you think my kung fu is in vain?"

"This...is it possible to hit someone with this skill?"

"Of course you can, but you can go find Gao Daqiang and the others. If I can't beat you, let's go together."

"Good."

Xu Lang put on his clothes, sneaked out from behind, and touched the grass.

He had already guessed that it was the future mother-in-law's mess, and it turned out that someone who entered the entertainment industry, who had gone to such great lengths to destroy his daughter's relationship, actually hired a private detective.

Catch him and keep a piece of evidence so that he can be used as a scapegoat in the future.

Didn't the mother-in-law look down on herself, so let's see who is the dirty one.

Private detectives are usually transformed from low-level journalists, who have some shady relationships and know a little about IT technology.

Xu Lang touched under the tree, and sure enough, he saw a person lying on top of it, holding a SLR camera facing his room.

He took the bamboo pole and slowly stuffed it up, but the detectives didn't find it.

With a sudden force, the expensive SLR camera flew out and hit the ground heavily.

"Who is he?"

The detective became angry and jumped down from the tree with a confused look on his face.

Xu Lang rushed up and kicked him sideways, directly on his chest. The hillside was already steep, so the detective screamed and rolled down.

When he got up to fight back, Xu Lang kicked him in the face again.

The detective has rolled to the foot of the mountain, the backyard of the house, the nose and mouth are covered with blood.

"Your uncle, court death."

The detective took out the stick from his backpack, and he was very aggressive. There is no good person in the gangster business.

"Hey, you are doing something illegal, and you dare to bring a weapon to commit murder."

"You did it first, I will kill you."

As soon as he raised his swing stick, someone grabbed him from above.

The detective looked back and saw that Daqiang, who was more than two meters tall, was looking down at him with a fierce look, and he was so scared that he peed.

Shi Jin swiped his stick at his leg, and the guy knelt down, screamed, and obediently dropped the stick.

"Donglai, don't pick it up, this is his murder weapon, it has fingerprints on it." Xu Lang said, took out the phone recording and played it.

"Oh!"

Xu Lang took out a tissue, walked over holding the stick, and said, "Who told you to come?"

"I'm the paparazzi, no one asked me to."

Xu Lang picked up the camera and said, "Break his legs and call the police. We are defending ourselves anyway."

Holding the stick, Shi Jin said, "I hate you paparazzi the most. I'm going to abolish you today."

Gao Daqiang picked up the detective, Shi Jin and Zhang Donglai tried various things with sticks.

The guy was so scared that he was scared at the time.

"It's someone named Zhao Lihong, buddy, please spare me, we're just making a living."

"Who is Zhao Lihong? What the hell are you eating steamed buns made of human blood? You don't care about other people's lives."

Shi Jin yelled that he had heard a lot of inside stories in the entertainment industry. Some female celebrities committed suicide, and paparazzi played a major role in exposing their scandals.

To put it bluntly, people have their own life, their own past, what right do you have to dig out all their scandals to make money.

Shi Jin is only greedy for beauty, but he knows that this job is not easy, he never underestimates any female celebrity, women who do not harm others and do not break the law are all lovely.

"I don't know who Zhao Lihong is, so she asked me to investigate Xu Lang."

"How much is the investigation fee?" Xu Lang asked.

"One... 50 million."

"How much?"

"100."

"Transfer it all to me."

"Ah?" The detective was not convinced, he had worked so hard for so long.

"Do you want to be private or public?"

"I want to solve it through legal channels."

"You still have the law in your eyes, break his leg." Xu Lang shouted.

Gao Daqiang was a little dumbfounded, could it be that he was really fighting, but Xu Lang is so vicious now that everyone can't figure out whether he is acting or for real.

Dealing with actors, especially good actors, is really difficult.

"Brother, I'll turn right away."

Xu Lang asked him to finish writing the settlement agreement before accepting the 100 million settlement fee.

Then he asked again: "Who else did you send these photos and information to besides Zhao Lihong?"

"And... there are also some paparazzi colleagues."

"Why do you eat more than one chicken, why are you so black?"

Shi Jin wields a stick and is scary when he has a bad temper.

Xu Lang took the detective's mobile phone, which sent at least a dozen entertainment reporters.

But in fact, apart from Zhou Qiong always running to his room, there is nothing black about it.

"If I see a message that blackmails me and Zhou Qiong, just wait."

"Okay, okay, I'll let them delete it and give them my money back."

"By the way, I'd like to remind them to be careful when they speculate on me in the future."

"Okay, okay."

Although Xu Lang kept himself clean, this was a world where black and white were turned upside down, so he had to be careful.

As for the paparazzi, of course, whoever has a good temper will nibble on them, and whoever is difficult to provoke should stay away.

If he hadn't been prepared in Cannes last time, his career would have been over since then.

People who eat melons are easily agitated and like to watch. They are not afraid of big trouble and will resist at every turn.

The point is that their resistance is very useful, and they have no ability to investigate whether they are wrongly killed, and they don't care.

Master Xing, who is indifferent to the world and never speaks ill of others, is not being tempted by all kinds of things, and even set off a wave of resistance.

As a result, apparently good works are not as good as some bad movies at the box office, and they are said to be bad movies.

Love money, love movies, what's wrong with that?
So Xu Lang doesn't want to take this risk, unless he goes international like An Dao and doesn't care about these boring public opinions anymore.

"Have you installed the program in Zhao Lihong's phone?" Xu Lang asked.

"Installed."

"Export all her chat records and copy them to me."

After doing this, Xu Lang released the private detective.

He went back to his room to check the WeChat records of his future mother-in-law, knowing himself and the enemy, so that he could win all battles.

After reading the chat history, Xu Lang re-registered a WeChat account, adding Zhao Lihong's WeChat account in the name of a student from the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Mr. Zhao, hello."

"you are?"

"I am a painting student and I admire your style very much. Do you have a studio in Haizhou?"

"Yes, Hengshan Road..."

"Okay, I'll pay my respects to the masterpiece another day, good night, Mr. Zhao."

"What's your name?"

"Secret for now."

The next day, after Xu Lang arranged his work, he went to Haizhou. It was only two or three hours away, and he arrived soon.

He asked the crew driver to wear sunglasses, went to Zhao Lihong's studio, and spent 100 million to buy all the paintings, including the inventory.

The price of Zhao Lihong's works is expensive, but the quality is just that way, full of petty bourgeois sentiment, and not of high artistic value.

"Boss, what should I do with so many paintings?"

"This one of the girl learning to ride a bicycle was left to me, and the others were given to the crew, one for each person."

The driver went back first, and Xu Lang stayed at the Marriott Hotel where he auditioned.

Zhao Lihong told the clerk to pay attention to those who came to buy paintings in the past few days.

"Boss, it's a man, probably less than 30 years old, driving a Mercedes-Benz, and bought all your paintings in one go."

"Buy them all?"

"Yes, it's 100 million. The person who swiped the card on the spot must be a rich and handsome man."

"I still have such a wealthy student? Could it be for some purpose?"

Zhao Lihong couldn't figure it out, so she quickly sent a message to Xu Lang.

"Have a chance to sit together and exchange ideas?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I'm going abroad for further study, see you later."

"That's a pity, thank you for buying my painting."

"Teacher Zhao, we can become spiritual friends."

Xu Lang put down his cell phone, turned on the music, held the hair dryer, and danced the ax gang dance in the hotel room. He was going to compete with the big guys tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)