Journey To the World of Film and Television

After a few days of planning, a heavy snowfall fell overnight in Kyoto in the early autumn of September, and leaflets all over the sky were like snowflakes, floating everywhere in Kyoto, especially near the most prosperous streets. Endless.

As the sky was getting darker, the students and common people who got up in the morning picked up this strange piece of paper, and when they saw it, they were shocked.

Zhou Ji stood at the door of Danbo Bookstore, looking at the profuse leaflets in the distance, it was quite a spectacular scene of torn books in the third year of senior high school.

The contents of the leaflets were too shocking for outsiders to intervene, so these leaflets were created by Fan Sizhe and Fan Xian brothers. Of course, Fan Sizhe mainly contributed.

Zhou Ji and Wu Zhu were responsible for distributing these leaflets. They were so light-hearted that no one noticed until they had finished distributing them all.

"Hey! There are enough leaflets in the city, right? My bookstore won't open any more."

Fan Sizhe passed by the back room, saw Zhou Ji at the door, inexplicable hostility flashed in his eyes, and he spoke stably.

These days Fan Sizhe's attitude is getting worse and worse, Zhou Ji wonders, he doesn't seem to have offended Fan Sizhe recently, right?

It looks like you've got a stomachache and get angry when you see him?

At first, I thought it was because I felt sorry for these papers, but now it seems that the dissatisfaction in the tone is more aimed at him.

"Mr. Fan, have you settled the cost of lost work and printing purchases?" Zhou Ji smiled wryly, "Or did I do something wrong and offended you?"

"It's not about money!" Fan Sizhe was furious.

He likes money, but some things have nothing to do with money!

Not because of money, then because of people.

Seeing Fan Sizhe's face looking like he wanted to hit someone, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, guessing something vaguely, his eyes swept around, but he didn't feel the other person's breath.

It seems that I think too much.

The slightly frowned brows slowly eased, Zhou Ji put a smile on his face again, and comforted: "Are you worried that the matter will be revealed and the Fan family will be implicated? You can rest assured that there is someone behind your brother, and there is more than one person. Even if something big happens, someone will help him settle it. It won't affect the opening of your bookstore."

Fan Sizhe clenched his fists tightly, his chest rose and fell, and he seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself.

Turning his head away from looking at Zhou Ji, he was afraid that if he looked at it for a while, he might not be able to help but make a move.

Seeing that Fan Sizhe was still sulking, Zhou Ji shrugged helplessly, did not persuade him any further, got up and returned to Fan Mansion, intending to discuss the follow-up actions with Fan Xian.

Fan Xian somewhat underestimated the power of the Overwatch Council and the six yamen to control the capital.

Zhou Ji didn't believe that Emperor Qing would drive Li Yunrui out of the capital because of these things, but he knew one thing, if Chen Pingping knew Fan Xian's thoughts, he would definitely help Fan Xian unconditionally.

As Zhou Ji walked out of the bookstore, Fan Sizhe opened his mouth to stop Zhou Ji, but he closed his mouth in extreme boredom, kicked the threshold, and walked towards the workshop in the backyard.

"Sister, he's gone."

When he came to the backyard, Fan Sizhe saw Fan Ruoruo who was brushing at the table at a glance, stepped forward and snatched the brush in her hand, and said in a muffled voice, "Sister, if you don't want to see him, I'll just drive him away. What's the point of hiding in the backyard!"

Fan Ruoruo shook her head. She knew that Zhou Ji's hearing was extraordinary, and she could hear the figure of the person behind the wall even at a distance of more than ten meters, so she hid in the workshop to avoid being noticed by him.

"You do not understand."

Fan Ruoruo washed his hands with water in the pool next to him, with a complicated expression on his face.

"I don't understand! Why don't I understand!" Fan Sizhe said angrily, "He must have done something wrong to you, and you were too embarrassed to tell Fan Xian, so you avoided him everywhere, and you didn't even want to see him!"

"No! I must go to Fan Xian to clarify! Ask him what kind of friend he has made!"

The more Fan Sizhe spoke, the angrier he became, and he turned around to go back to the house, but was grabbed by Fan Ruoruo.

"Fan Sizhe!" Fan Ruoruo's heart warmed up, but her tone was much more severe, "I warn you, don't complain to Brother, and don't trouble Young Master Zhou, or I'll whip you with a ruler."

Fan Sizhe looked aggrieved and said, "Why!"

"No reason! This is between me and him, if you don't allow it, you don't allow it." Fan Ruoruo's nose was sour, and she wanted to cry for a while, but she held back the tears that swirled around her eyes, and turned around, "You don't understand"

I don't understand! Again I don't understand.

Fan Sizhe was a little annoyed and unable to vent his anger, so he flung off his sleeves, turned and ran away.

"Don't tell Aunt Liu!" Fan Ruoruo suddenly thought of something and shouted hoarsely.

Fan Sizhe paused and moved a little faster.

Zhou Ji returned to Fan's mansion and went straight to Fan Xian's courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Xian pushing Chen Pingping out of the house with a mixed expression of frustration and joy.

'Hi~'

Zhou Ji smiled and greeted Chen Pingping.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Dean Chen is still handsome." Zhou Ji teased a few words, and gave Fan Xian a look.

Got caught?

Fan Xian smiled wryly and said, "Fan Sizhe used second-grade paper, and he was the only one who purchased a batch in the whole of Kyoto."

Zhou Ji didn't take it seriously, he already knew that such crude methods would not be able to hide Chen Pingping's thousand-layer cake, so he laughed dumbly and said, "No wonder Dean Chen came earlier than I expected."

Chen Pingping had a kind expression on her face, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "You knew I would come?"

Zhou Ji pouted at Fan Xian, raised his eyebrows and said, "Ye Qingmei is the white moonlight in your heart, and Fan Xian is her heir. If something happens to him, you will definitely finish it for him. Now the leaflet incident is full of turmoil." , how could you stand by and watch?"

Chen Pingping's eyes changed slightly, and she did not reveal the indignation of being exposed. There are very few things in his city that can completely disturb the mood.

At least Zhou Ji can't.

"I treat Fan Xian like a nephew. Of course I have to take his affairs to heart." Chen Pingping smiled again. Last time Zhou Ji gave him two flash bombs, and he tried one in private. It is undeniable that the effect was extremely shocking.

Not only can high light cause blindness, but also low noise can cause deafness, even the most powerful masters are caught off guard.

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "I believe in you."

No matter how Chen Pingping calculated, Fan Xian would not be hurt, Zhou Ji firmly believed in this.

With first love and white moonlight, Chen Pingping has been trapped in the quagmire called Ye Qingmei all her life, and she is determined to die.

After Chen Pingping left, Fan Xian murmured, "Zhou Ji, how much magical power do you think my mother has to make so many people fall in love with her?"

Zhou Ji shook his head, but did not answer.

This woman, Ye Qingmei, is a standard heroine of female novels, but it's a pity that she walks high and low, and the essay on fighting for hegemony turns into an essay on heart abuse, and in the end she was killed by her only man.

"What did Chen Pingping come over and say to you?"

"I told him that I wanted to drive Li Yunrui out of the capital, and he promised to help me." Fan Xian recounted the content of the conversation between the two, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if I can trust him."

Zhou Ji looked at Fan Xian quietly, shook his head and said, "I can't, you can."