Dedicated to the silly little white artist

420 eight

Mr. Bai's treatment went well, but he often suffered from headaches. The doctor told him before deciding to use this method that 80.00% of Bai En's memory loss was probably due to the influence of drugs, so he had to take it every time after hypnosis. After tossing a lot of medicine for more than half a month, he almost lost his taste buds in his mouth during this time.

Sang Bei wanted him to slow down first, and his body would continue to adapt for a while. Mr. Bai also knew that his body was about to be overwhelmed, but he didn't dare. Uncle Quan finally persuaded Mr. Bai to stop. If something like this happens again next time What about Zheng He?

"Where are you going now?" Mr. Bai leaned against the car seat, looking out the window with his eyes half down.

Sang Bei flipped through his notepad and said, "Hanxintang has received a new batch of goods, and there are a few pieces of good jade in it. Didn't you say to give gifts last time? I'll take you to have a look."

"You decide for yourself." Mr. Bai's tired voice was very soft, and he left like a gust of wind.

Sang Bei smiled wryly: "Those jades are too precious, we can't make up our minds, or I will let them send pictures later, you can see the price and decide which one to give?"

Mr. Bai suddenly asked: "What else is there in the Han and Xintang Dynasties besides jade?"

"Well... most of the rented shops on the first floor sell handicrafts, such as root carvings and bamboo tubes, and there are antiques on the second floor, but most of them are small-scale, and they can't be put on the table." Sang Bei told the truth, Han When Xintang was first established, the members of their board of directors were going to leave the chain store, but because of some messy things, it turned into the current model, and the income was neither high nor low, and it has been moving forward steadily.

Mr. Bai rubbed his temples and said, "Well, let's go, I'll pick up other things by the way."

"Is it for Zheng He?" Sang Bei asked.

Mr. Bai smiled and nodded: "I promised him before."

420 nine

A set with a surface temperature as high as 38 degrees.

At noon, under the shade.

Zheng He sat on the rock and took off the plastic cover of the script to fan the wind, watching the people on the other side of the set busy.

Director Wang's people have almost cleared away, and Director Wei's team is still on the way, saying that they will not be able to go up the mountain until tomorrow. Zheng He originally wanted to come to help today, but who knew that Director Wei would hold on to the show as soon as he saw him. Fei talked all morning, but fortunately Zheng He is in good physical condition, or he would have been dizzy by the big sun and Director Wei's leaping thinking long ago.

Director Wei pointed to a sentence in the script, and reminded while typing: "This paragraph, this is this paragraph, do you understand it?"

Zheng He wiped the sweat from his face, nodded: "I figured it out, I figured it out a long time ago, this is the fourth time for you."

Director Wei looked at the script in his hand and sighed: "Such a good theme, I wish I had discovered it earlier, alas...it's a pity."

Zheng He smiled: "Aren't you taking over the script now? It's not a pity."

"There are not many scenes left. Good things are picked out bit by bit, and they need to be carefully polished." Director Wei shook his head straight: "Director Wang is used to the assembly line, and there are obviously a lot of things that can go deep, so that the actors can understand the hearts of the characters more and Presented in the screen, he refuses to work hard, so naturally he can't shoot good things."

Director Wei is famous in the industry for burning money. While thinking of a good movie, Zheng He also took into account that the only funder of this movie is Mr. Bai. He didn't know what to say to comfort Director Wei, so he simply said: "It's best The important scenes are all in your hands. Can’t we still edit in the later stage? If we really can’t pick out the bad parts and shoot again, this is the time to test your level. Mr. Bai asked you to continue shooting, it must be the same Don't blame yourself too much for wanting you to shoot something good, if you win an award, you can slap Director Wang hard in the face."

"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense without knowing anything," Director Wei chuckled, and patted Zheng He on the shoulder: "But you have a good sense of drama, and I will ask you to cooperate with me in the future if I have a good role here."

Zheng He didn't know where he caught Director Wei's eyes, and he pretended to be stupid and said: "You haven't seen what I am filming, I dare not slap you in the face, I believe what you said after filming, now I But I can't guarantee it."

Director Wei looked at Zheng He with an even more gentle expression. He is old, and he is estimated to be relegated to the second line in a few years. It is luck from heaven to get a good script. He looked at the successful film made by Director Wang. Although the quality of this film can still be guaranteed, if you accept the award, you will be suspended. Many places must be re-shot, and many of the remaining scenes are played by Zheng He. Director Wei is now betting all his bets on For Zheng He, regardless of whether the other party can act or not, he must perform for him no matter what!

Zheng He was terrified by Director Wei's eyes, took the script and said, "I don't think there's anything serious here, what time will you arrive tomorrow?"

Director Wei waved his hand: "I don't need to come tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow. Take a good rest and read the script thoroughly. Every character in it is a living person. You have to understand what made them behave like this. You It’s clear what the story is about.”

Zheng He nodded yes, and walked towards the parking lot with his bag.

Mr. Bai didn't come, and Zheng He was very distressed to see the other party go home and fall asleep every day, so he didn't call him to come out, thinking about giving him a surprise, he turned on the navigation, and found the location of BEACHER.

430

The driver of BEACHER who just arrived in the first half of the year died in front of the coffee shop on the street.

As a leisure and entertainment place, no matter how deep the water is, Mr. Bai is no longer willing to manage the company, wishing for it to be a yellow shop every day. The entertainment facilities and service quality inside are still considered to be first-class in H city under the accumulation of funds. From the hall to the outer hall, there are more than 300 employees who have not contacted the core. The dead driver is just one of those people.

The captain of Bureau J of City H found a piece of evidence in a bag that was filed today, which was the business card held by the deceased. The case had just come out, and all the investigators believed that the cause of death of the deceased might not have been a simple accident. Later, when I went to the scene, I was sure that the door of the coffee shop had been tampered with. The perpetrator probably cut off the signboard and hooked it with a small wire, but the signboard is usually too high, so no one noticed it, so I took it out. No evidence.

In order to make this inference more convincing, the investigator hung a piece of metal of equal weight with an iron wire, then drilled the iron wire along a small hole in the wall, buckled it down a loop, and put it on the doorknob.

It worked, and the case went from suicide to murder.

The team leader knew Bai En, and knew that they were responsible for the incident, so he made a phone call according to the above contact address, thinking about asking if it was necessary to suppress the case.

Zheng He drove halfway through the car and suddenly his cell phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number starting with the number 6. The bodyguard behind the car asked, "Do you know this number?"

Zheng He shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

The bodyguard pressed the speakerphone and asked, "Hi, who are you?"

The captain was very happy in his heart, thinking when did Mr. Bai become so polite?He smiled and said: "You are really a nobleman who forgets things too much. I, Old Chen, saw it last time."

Zheng He shook his head like a rattle drum. His friends' names were either Ah X or Little X, and most of them were in English. There was no such thing as Old X.

The bodyguard was afraid that this was a phone call, and seeing that the time was almost 20 seconds later, he quickly said, "Sorry, you may have dialed the wrong number. Goodbye." Then he hung up the phone.

Zheng He was puzzled and asked, "Is there any problem with this phone?"

"Probably..." The bodyguard thought for a while and said, "No, it should be fine... right?"

With Zheng He's dark face, he knew that people like Mr. Bai were unreliable.

The captain who was hung up on the phone became more and more suspicious as he thought about it, and a perfect criminal plan appeared in his mind.

The prisoner must have used the name of Bai En to deceive the deceased, and let the deceased go to a coffee shop to cause an accidental death. However, the prisoner must not have imagined that there is an excellent captain who takes the people as his own responsibility in City H. There is Bai En in the network!

The team leader thought that the next column run by the local TV station in H city would probably come to him to collect material. Isn't this just a good subject? !Immediately give an order to arrest the user of this number, even if he is not a criminal, at least it is a route.

430 one

Mr. Bai hasn't come in since the opening of Hanxintang, and he came again after a few months. As soon as the car turned the corner, he saw the intersection in front of Hanxintang was full of people, and there were all kinds of shopping on both sides of the street. It extends out for hundreds of meters.

Mr. Bai's face was very strange. The person in charge waited for a long time, and saw Mr. Bai's face when he got out of the car, his heart was beating wildly, and he said with a red face like a young boy in Huaichun: "We, these people, we can't drive them away. Ah, the land occupation fee has been collected, but they still don’t leave, Hanxintang hasn’t established a firm foundation yet, we all think it’s not a bad thing for them to come here to set up stalls…”

"Why are you blushing?" Mr. Bai asked suddenly.

"Ah?" The person in charge was stunned for a while, then covered his face and lowered his head, "Maybe he was nervous."

"Oh," Mr. Bai didn't ask further, pointed to a stall on the left, and said, "This is the first time I've seen an antique store buying pets."

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers, right? There are two big plastic cages between the stalls selling handmade jewelry and the stalls selling antique calligraphy and paintings. The kittens are on the left, the puppies are on the right, and there is a small dog on the right. The Samoyed shook his head and stretched out his tongue to lick the painting next to him. The owner of the painting and calligraphy quickly rushed over and stuffed a biscuit into the dog's mouth, and put it back into the cage.

"This place is interesting," Mr. Bai smiled, and looked at the person in charge: "You guys are doing well, the annual salary is doubled, you can tell them about it later."

The person in charge clutched his little heart with an expression on the verge of tears, just like the emperor going on tour. The nervous ones are always the local officials who are responsible for picking up the driver. What is even more difficult is that the officials have worked hard to tidy up for most of the day. When the emperor gets off the jade chariot, A foolish son of a bitch wandered past him, and his blood pressure would really rise as if he had been fried.