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9:10.

The old house of Xiang family, an old-fashioned vinyl record machine.

"To save Li Lang from his home,

Who would have expected that the top scorer in the emperor's list?

The top scorer was wearing a red robe,

The palace flowers are so fresh~”

In a stern and eye-catching singing style, Xiang Sheng walked in, looked at it and leaned against it, patted his legs with his withered hands and beat the beat. He closed his eyes and followed Uncle Wu who was humming, gently put the tea jar on his left hand.

A man in a suit and ties with a gloomy eyes came towards Xiang Sheng, leaning forward, lowered his head and said, "Asheng, think clearly? There will definitely be no turning back when starting work. It is easy to walk on the stage, but it is difficult to retreat... Not everyone can be the top scorer in the imperial list."

"Brother Seventh—"

Xiang Sheng looked at Xiang Bo, the seventh brother in front of him and smiled faintly, "Everyone outside said that our Xin'an official members exceeded 200,000, and informal 400,000, is that true?"

Xiang Bo paused his hands on the cuffs of his shirt and raised his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting."

Xiang Sheng smiled and looked at the other party: "My film company has more than 80 employees. There are dozens of employees in the property company. There are also a financial company with more than 20 employees. There are not many people, but I dare to take it even if I ask me."

He paused, glanced at Xiang Bo, "Now I have the opportunity to accept the spotlight. Brother Qi, please advise me to withdraw?"

He leaned over, held his ears, gritted his teeth and smiled: "In order to be open and honest, I can even choose an actor for my girlfriend--" After saying that, he passed by.

Flashback timeline: @#￥% Gulujigadudu Agu Road! (The sound of regressing time in movies o(￣ヘ￣o#))

One day ago.

The preview of "Fear Room" has just ended, and there are cheers outside the venue, and the office has just discussed a good publicity plan.

"Azu——"

Xiang Sheng wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and smiled and caught up with Wu Xiaozu who walked out of the office. "Why... have a drink together?"

quiet.

The two men looked at each other in the wrong way. Behind each other was a hot-shaped turret.

"How to drink it? There must be a reason, right? Otherwise..."

Wu Xiaozu gently wrapped his arms around Gao Lihong, who was blushing with a shy face, and glanced slightly, self-evident.

"The box office is a big hit?" Xiang Shengdao.

Wu Xiaozu looked up and smiled brightly, "Okay."

Two hypocritical men drank together with an excuse that both the two turrets behind them felt bad.

…

Lan Kwai Fong, AE Lanting Wine Fong.

The ghost guy in a tuxedo held the saxophone and shook his shoulders, blowing out a soft jazzy smell.

A faint music, a drifting malt fragrance.

"If Hong Kong is paying attention to "Fear Room", the box office will naturally not be bad." Wu Xiaozu played back and forth, rubbing the wine glass on the table, and said with a smile, "It depends on whether you are determined by Xiang Sheng, which makes this movie hotly discussed."

"There are constant discussions?" Xiang Sheng stared at the wine glass that Wu Xiaozu was playing with, "Social News?"

"A piece of social news related to "Fear Room"." Wu Xiaozu emphasized.

Seeing Xiang Sheng fall into thoughts, he smiled slightly and continued: "This matter cannot explode as soon as it comes, as it will not attract the attention of the 'audience'. It is best to use a piece of news that attracts enough attention to make the whole pool mess... Xiang Sheng shouldn't do this, right?"

"What then?" Xiang Sheng asked calmly.

"Xiang Sheng--"

Wu Xiaozu looked at Xiang Sheng seriously with a sincere smile, "Why ask me knowingly? Are you still afraid that you can't eat cooked food when you hold it in dry wood?"

The two conspired for a long time, and then Wu Xiaozu led the cannon mount into the hotel opposite. Xiang Sheng asked someone to send Zhang Min home, and asked the driver to take him to the Xiang family's old house in Kowloon.

...The timeline speeds up the callback to normal...

9:30 am.

A silver-white Pingji was driving at a speed, and pedestrians were rushing on both sides of the road.

"Police cracked the case of Jinxiu Garden Drug Factory"

Xiang Sheng shook the newspaper, raised his wrist frequently, and glanced at the time on it, "Ahu, remember to bring me the bottle of perfume I bought in a while. You must always be more decent when holding a press conference."

"Okay, boss." The burly driver and bodyguard responded without replying.

At this time, Mong Kok Xinbao Theater.

Wu Xiaozu led Lin Qingxia into the theater. The paparazzi who was moving when they heard the wind seemed to smell the sharks of his aunt's blood and flocked to him.

Wu Xiaozu patted Sister Lin's plump buttocks and smiled slightly. Don't say it, it seems that it is quite a pleasant thing to help others play.

Let's go first—

Wu Xiaozu set up a stage to sing the opera himself and kept charging into battle. This time I felt really good to stand by and watch the opera. No wonder everyone is competing to be a chess player, it is not without reason.

reason?

A box office hit is enough!

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

A red chicken pulled the trembling short and strong man toward Mong Kok.

Hu Xuyong had a metal torture instrument on his head, his hands were tied together, and his whole body was tied up by a thorny iron net. His whole body was like a big rice dumpling.

He was sweating all over his head.

The prop was originally agreed, but at this moment, his whole body was pierced through his skin. As long as he moved, a wound would appear. He was really scared and felt that his hands were pushed into the abyss hard.

He didn't watch "The Fear Room".

Otherwise, he would know that he is now accepting the punishment in the movie.

"Woo woo woo woo--"

Hu Xuyong asked for help and looked at Fei Cheng in the front row.

"Brother Yong, stick to it a little more. Your daughter is much braver than you. In order to save you, I took the initiative to go to Lianying to redeem people. You, a father, can't lose to your daughter, right?"

Fei Cheng smiled and knocked on the metal torture instrument on Beard Yong's head, "As you please be obedient! You'll be there soon. It's just a performance. You can't say you'll become famous in one fell swoop. How great is it if you're attracted to the director and become a star? Both father and daughter are working hard in the entertainment industry, which is a good story."

Hu Xuyong felt like he was trapped in a swamp.

Turning his head, his fat eyes showed a gloomy and cold feeling.

Do you really think we forgot Guzai's prison disaster?

Although Hu Xuyong was bribed by Cai Zhiming, what happened is that? It always needs to be liquidated, right?

Hu Xuyong loves acting so much, so let him play it enough.

He thought that when he went to Macau to play cards, Diemazi would lend him money on his own initiative?

Gu Zai was imprisoned, and as a big boss, he would finally give the little guy a decent explanation.

Law-abiding citizens cannot do anything about murder and arson, but don’t think that the director is at slaughter.

It doesn’t matter if some bills are long, there will always be a day to settle, right?

Wu Xiaozu, who ordered the Jinxiu Garden Drug Factory case, didn't care. However, this is enough to attract the attention of the whole society.

If at this time, Fei Bo, the man who is the person involved in the drug case, suddenly appeared... I guess the whole of Hong Kong would be hotly discussed the next day?

Wu Xiaozu did not do any of these things.

He did not report the drug factory. Hu Xuyong and his boss Fei Bo's gambling were not spread. Diemazi's usury was not borrowed by him. Even the torture instruments on Hu Xuyong were not installed by Fei Cheng and the others at this moment.

At this moment, Wu Xiaozu hugged Lin Qingxia and revisited "The Fear Room" in the theater.

Gambling indiscriminately.

It shouldn't be considered as not cherishing life?

Wu Xiaozu chuckled, which made Lin Qingxia next to her confused.

"A person always gets punished for doing wrong things. God doesn't punish him, but he will be punished by evil people."

"Who will punish that evil man?" Lin Qingxia came over and bit Wu Xiaozu's ear.

"The wicked will usually live well."

Wu Xiaozu's eyes were lazy, "Or you pray for the good cycle of reincarnation in heaven, who will the heaven spare?"

Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. It is not that you will not be rewarded, but that you will not be evil.

Wu Xiaozu thought he was a person who was not harmful to society. His past and present experience told him that in this cannibalistic and hypocritical society, he had to learn to spare a few masks. Good people and bad people changed in real time.

With his fingers slipped and played with peaches, Wu Xiaozu signaled Lin Qingxia to watch the show.
To be continued...