The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Coming out of the Chinese restaurant, it was completely dark outside.

Ming Heng had to go back to the film crew to work overtime to shoot a few night scenes, so the two got into the car and went directly to the film and television city.

In the car, He Zijie asked Ming Heng: "Xiao Heng, what time will we be filming tonight?"

"I don't know, anyway, it won't exceed a little."

"I see that you guys have worked hard in filming. To be honest, I don't think it's interesting for you to do this. You see, your family conditions are so good. It's better to start a company or do something else. You say Why can't you figure it out, what's so good about filming?"

I really don't know the blessing when I am in the blessing.

He Zijie added in his heart.

He really couldn't figure it out, Mingheng could live a more comfortable and enjoyable life, so why bother?

What's the point of filming? It's not good to be his rich and noble son at home, isn't it?

If you are really in a hurry, you can start your own company, or open a few random stores to be the boss, isn't that great?

Alas... It's really more popular than people.

If he were Ming Heng, he would just stay at home and be his wealthy young master, eating, drinking and having fun all day long, and even filming some fart scenes. I really don't understand what Ming Heng is thinking.

Mingheng rolled his eyes, and asked him directly, "Then what's so good about gambling? You've lost everything and lost your fortune. You still want to gamble?"

He Zijie: "..."

"I, I don't want to win it back..."

He is not reconciled to losing, and wants to win back when he loses, but who knows that the more he wants to win, the more he will lose. . . .

"Drive your car well." Mingheng twitched the corners of his mouth, not bothering to pay attention to him.

He Zijie snorted, and after a while, he asked Mingheng again, "Xiaoheng, how long are we going to stay here?"

"Half a month." Mingheng replied casually.

The filming of Linxi's scene is almost finished. If there are no accidents, the filming will be completed before April, and then we will go to the next filming location, Hong'an.

Hong'an is just next door to the imperial capital, about two hours' drive away.

"Then when will you finish filming this play?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the situation."

At present, "The Bauhinia Order" has been filming for more than three months. No one can say for sure when the filming will be finished, but he heard Yu Jing say a while ago that Wang Yueling seems to have plans to add a plot, so it is a side story. .

While the two were talking, someone suddenly jumped out in front of them.

He Zijie screamed in fright, and slammed on the brakes.

"Zi!" The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh braking sound.

Mingheng's face turned pale with fright, "I hit someone..."

"I didn't hit it!" He Zijie was also very frightened, but he was sure that he didn't hit it, so he was very angry, he drove the car well, who is so desperate to poke his head!

He got out of the car as soon as he loosened his seat belt, and when he came to the front of the car, he saw a skinny man in his early forties lying on the ground, yelling.

He Zijie's heart skipped a beat, a little flustered.

He hurried over, squatted down, "Hey, I didn't hit you, you, you, don't touch porcelain!"

At this time, Mingheng also got out of the car and came over, "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Hey, I seem to have sprained my ankle, please help me up first."

Mingheng quickly helped him up.

Suddenly, a hard object pressed against the abdomen, and the man's entire weight was on Ming Heng's body. At the same time, a threatening voice sounded in Ming Heng's ear, "Don't move, get in the car."

Ming Heng's face changed slightly, the hairs on his back stood up, and he didn't dare to move.

At this time, a burly man came over, he supported the skinny man, and pretended to say to He Zijie, "Let's go, take us to the hospital first."

He Zijie's eyes fell on the dagger that was touching Ming Heng's abdomen, and everyone was shocked, "You, you, you, don't mess around..."

The burly man gave He Zijie a warning look, and threatened in a voice that only the few of them could hear: "If you don't want him to die, get in the car!"

He Zijie almost didn't cry, he swallowed, and got into the car with trembling legs.

Soon, Ming Heng and the two men also got into the back car.

As soon as the car door was closed, before Ming Heng had time to react, the burly man covered his nose with a handkerchief. Ming Heng felt a pungent smell enter his nostrils, and the next second, he lost consciousness. .

Seeing this scene from the rearview mirror, He Zijie burst into tears, "You, what did you do to him, don't act recklessly, killing, killing... But it's against the law."

"Stop talking nonsense, drive around quickly, and do as we say, or you will all die tonight!" The skinny man threatened again.

He Zijie didn't dare to refuse, so he had to start the engine with trembling hands.

The car turned around and drove away in the direction it came from.

More than an hour later, the car drove out of the suburbs and headed towards a remote road. The surroundings were pitch black, except for the place illuminated by the headlights, it was impossible to see the surrounding environment clearly.

The skinny man changed places with He Zijie, and he drove by himself.

The road was very difficult, and the car bumped for a long time until He Zijie's body became numb, so he finally stopped.

The burly man dragged Mingheng out of the car, and He Zijie also got out of the car under the threat of the skinny man.

The man confiscated all the mobile phones and wallets on He Zijie, then gave him a note with the phone number on it, and said to him: "We only need money, you take this and drive back, I will give you two days , prepare 2000 million for us, and prepare the money to call the above, understand?"

He Zijie nodded quickly, "Understood, I understand, the money is fine, don't hurt him."

"Hmph, I warn you, we are desperadoes, as long as we can get the money, we will let him go. But if you dare to play tricks with us, then we will drag him to die with him!"

He Zijie quickly shook his head, and assured him: "No, no, no, I will never play tricks."

"Remember, once I find out that you called the police, I will kill him immediately! Also, we only give you two days. If you don't have the money ready after two days, then wait to collect his body!"

"Okay, okay, I will prepare the money as soon as possible, don't be impulsive."

The man kicked He Zijie, "Get lost."

He Zijie hurriedly stumbled into the car and was so anxious along the way that he almost drove the car into the ditch on the side of the road several times.

When he finally returned to the urban area, it was more than an hour later.

He went directly to the film and television city, originally wanting to find Wan Xiaopeng, but Wan Xiaopeng was not there.

"Eh? Cousin He, why did you come here? Where are the Mingheng people? I've been looking for you for a long time, why can't you get through with your mobile phone?" Seeing He Zijie, Yu Jing ran over immediately.

The director looked around but didn't see Ming Heng, so he frowned and asked He Zijie, "Where is Ming Heng?"

"Well, Mingheng is a little uncomfortable. I sent him to the hospital." He Zijie made an excuse and explained.

Then, regardless of whether he believed it or not, he pulled him aside, and said anxiously: "Director Ke, lend me your mobile phone, I'll call Shen Mohan, I don't have his number."

Ke Zhentian didn't think much about it, Mingheng was not feeling well, and there was nothing wrong with looking for Shen Mohan, so he unlocked the phone and gave it to him.

But seeing that he was in such a hurry, he still cared, "Is Mingheng all right, is it serious?"

"Uh... no, it's not very serious." He Zijie said, he opened the contacts and found Shen Mohan's number, and dialed it.