It’s a Bit Early To Cross

Chrissy, who became more and more excited as he thought about it, had bright eyes, vaguely as if he had seen something in the future, but because he had too many thoughts, he had a feeling of being in a mess, and he couldn't make a clear line. veins out.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Heng with a burning gaze, as if he was looking at his life mentor, and asked for advice in a low-profile manner: "What kind of news do people like to watch?"

Chu Jianxian pretends to be aggressive, and basically understands everything. Even if he doesn't understand, he can pretend to understand and play with people for a while. Hearing this, he threw away his cigarette butt, moistened his throat with a teacup, and then babbled. Get up: "We won't talk about it on this side, otherwise we won't live a few episodes, let's talk about your side, you just said about the people, I think you want to target the target group on the civilians, right? wrong?"

"Yes, yes!" Chrissy nodded hurriedly.

It's a comfortable chat today, no need to explain, just one point!

"That's it!"

Chu Heng pondered for a while, and said slowly: "You Citizens, you only like to watch a few kinds of things. It's nothing more than race, freedom, money, mystery, x, and then it's bad luck to watch big people."

"You know Citigroup very well!"

Chrissy raised his brows and looked at him who had never been abroad in surprise. He thought it was a bit miraculous, but he didn't go too deep into it. After thinking about it, he asked more politely: "Then you say, if I want to ...Um...making...a big news, how to start?"

Young!

You are very quick to get started with this mop!

They all know how to make news!

Chu Heng squinted at him, and immediately spoke up again: "Damn, it's not easy to get news about you Citigroup. I'll give you an example first, and you can slowly and carefully examine it yourself."

"Uh-huh!"

Chrissy hurriedly took out a pen and paper, ready to start taking notes in class.

Teacher Chu smiled and nodded, satisfied with his attitude, and then carefully recalled a piece of news that he read in later generations, and said maliciously: "For example, when you see an African-American gangster killed by a white police officer. We don't care about the end. Whoever is right and who is wrong, publicize his innocence, say in the manuscript that he has raised his hand and was shot by racists, etc. In the follow-up, you can also advocate taking to the streets to protest, intensify this racial conflict, and This is the center of the hype and portrays itself as a vanguard against racism..."

"Swipe brush..."

Chrissy's eyes grew brighter as he listened, and he felt that he was very useful. He took the pen and quickly recorded it in the notebook, as if listening to the Holy Word.

These two people are one who dares to blow, the other who dares to remember, and time has quietly begun to drain in this learning atmosphere.

In a blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged Caucasian male with a fat body and thinning hair hurriedly walked into the cafe with a bag. After looking around, he quickly came to Chu Heng and the others, and asked out of breath. : "Chrissy, what kind of news is it, it cost 30,000 yuan to buy it!"

"Ah, oh!"

Chrissy, who was concentrating on studying, shook his head when he heard the words, and calmly closed the book he regarded as a treasure in his hand, and then picked up the paper bag that Chu Heng had put on the table at some point and handed it to the man, confident. Full of: "Look at this, do you think it's worth 30,000 yuan?"

Seeing him act like this, the man already has confidence, but he still wants to take a look.

When he saw the first photo, his face changed suddenly, his hands quickened, and he quickly flipped through the rest, and then he held on to the photo as Chrissy had done before, He couldn't wait to throw the bag in his hand on the table, as if he was afraid that Chu Heng would go back on his words: "The 30,000-dollar knives are all in the bag, you order a little!"

"Hold on!"

Chu Heng, who had a dry mouth just now, drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then took it into a bag. In front of everyone's eyes, he took out three stacks of hundred-yuan bills, and immediately grabbed a stack of money and danced his fingers. Like flowers and butterflies, they quickly lit the banknotes at the speed of the two foreigners gaping their eyes.

"Swipe brush..."

In twenty seconds, the pile of money was checked by him, and he could even check whether it was true or false.

Let the two foreigners call God in a row.

"I don't know!"

Chu Heng pouted indifferently, and picked up another stack to continue counting.

This old Chu family must have skills...

Little Nicha walks better than him!

What is he proud of?

While he was checking the money, a hotel waiter also stood aside and watched secretly, his face full of excitement.

Not running!

Ya must be the enemy!

Otherwise, why would this foreigner give him money?

It's just... are you being too arrogant?

Running a national hotel transaction, when we are blind?

Or...want to play in the dark under the lights?

It's normal for him to think so. At this time, individuals are not allowed to do business. Who can get money from foreigners?

Not what is the enemy special?

So, when Chu Heng finished counting the money and the deal was about to be concluded, the waiter made a decisive decision, turned his head and waved to the restaurant leader standing at the door, indicating that he could do it.

The leader hurriedly shouted to several public security comrades who had just rushed over and were hiding nearby: "Comrade, you can go!"

"Walk!"

A male police officer in his 40s with a face full of vicissitudes

He got up from a chair and hurried out with his four men.

When they came to the cafe, they went straight to Chu Heng and the others who were about to get up and leave, and took out their guns and put them on their foreheads.

The vicissitudes of life stared at him and shouted loudly: "Don't move! Put everything down!"

The coffee-drinking guests around were taken aback and cast curious eyes.

"What are you doing?"

The two foreigners were also confused, but although they didn't realize what was going on, they raised their hands subconsciously, very racially gifted...

"Don't be impatient!"

Chu Heng didn't know much about this matter. He gave the two of them a reassuring look, and then looked at the police officers who were waiting for him with a serious face, and said in a deep voice, "Who is the leader?"

"I am!"

The vicissitudes of life looked at him coldly, and out of the corner of his eyes glanced at the money on the table, and he was even more certain that there was something wrong with Chu Heng.

"Go over there and talk."

Chu Heng didn't care about the muzzle on his forehead, stood up slowly, pointed to an empty table not far away and said.

Seeing his calm look, the vicissitudes of life raised his brows slightly, and began to be suspicious again.

Is there a misunderstanding in this?

So, with this thought in mind, he agreed to Chu Heng's request and took the goods to the coffee table.

But the muzzle never left him.

Chu Heng reluctantly walked forward under his supervision, and when he was far away from the two foreigners, he said softly, "Comrade, I am instructed to carry out the task, if you have any questions, please contact Mr. Meng from the **** department. Just say my name is Chu Heng."

"Department xx?"

The vicissitudes of life was stunned for a moment, and after looking at the dignified Chu Heng again, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's tone softened a lot: "Then wait a moment."

As he said that, he called a subordinate to look after Chu Heng, turned around and went to the lobby to make a phone call.

a while.

He came back with a strange expression, first ordered his subordinates to let the two foreigners leave, and then came to Chu Heng, apologizing: "I'm sorry, comrade, this is all a misunderstanding, it has been confirmed that you are on a mission, you You can leave now."

"It's okay, it's a good thing to be alert."

Chu Heng patted his shoulder cheerfully, wiped his body and was about to go back to get the money and leave.

"Wait a minute, comrade."

Seeing him going to get the money, the vicissitudes man hurriedly said: "Meng Da Lao has an order, the foreigner can leave, you can also leave, but the money must be kept!"

"I…"

Chu Heng had a drowsy look on his face.

Can you be human?

I'm exhausted, busy and busy, and co-authoring is all about making contributions?