Non-famous Actor

[Northern Song Dynasty, the second year of Dazhong Xiangfu

Bianliang, Tokyo, the northern end of Yujie Street, Fanlou

Xiaoer Dingyi stood listlessly at the door of the shop, even if a distinguished guest came to the door, he couldn't raise his spirits.

half taels of silver

After standing for a long while today, the reward I received was only half a tael of silver. If it was as usual, at this time, I should have an income of about two taels of silver.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a red sedan chair stopped at the main entrance of Fanlou.

The bearer put down the sedan chair, and a kind-faced white-haired woman came out of the sedan chair under the service of a maidservant.

This woman, Ding Yi recognized, was the wife of the former Minister Zuo of the Ministry of Industry. The reason why she was named "Yuan" was because the Minister Zuo had been promoted to the Chuanxia Fourth Road Zhizhi Envoy, but he had not officially taken up the post yet.

Seeing her, Ding Yi almost jumped up without joy. This Mrs. Zhou is extremely generous. Every time she goes to Fanlou, she will give herself more or less rewards, sometimes half a tael, sometimes one tael. Last year, she He even gave himself a reward of five taels of silver.

"Mrs. Zhou, you are here, please come inside!"

Ding Yi, who was extremely happy, was about to walk down the steps to meet her.

But after walking down a step, Ding Yi was shocked immediately. A carriage came galloping from a distance, perhaps the horse was frightened, and the two soldiers driving the carriage tried their best to rein in the horse, but they couldn't stop the horse.

"The horse is startled, get out of the way!"

"The horse is startled, let me get out of the way!"

Seeing this astonishing scene, Ding Yi and the bearer wanted to pull Mrs. Zhou away from the frightened carriage, but before they could reach out, the frightened horse slammed into the sedan chair hard, Then it ran over Mrs. Zhou's body.

"ah…"

The scene was very bloody, and many customers who were eating in Fanlou were immediately terrified.

...

An accident happened at the entrance of the famous Fanlou, Kaifeng Fu Yin came very quickly, and after arriving at the scene, he quickly understood the whole story of the incident.

"Hmm... From this point of view, it was just an accident. After all, no one would want the horse to be frightened?"

"See you, my lord!"

After hearing the news, Master Zhou, the victim who came here, was grieved, but he still did not forget to flatter his former colleague.

However, at this time, a young man who made a living as a painter across from Fan Lou raised his hand in the crowd.

"My lord, the students have different opinions. I think this is a murder case, because I was painting next to it just now..."

………]

The story is very well written, the plot has twists and turns and ups and downs, and the writing style is very similar to myself.

But seeing this, Han Bingjiang was cold all over, grandma is a bear, who the hell is killing me, this is clearly the ancient version of a mysterious car accident in Beijing last year.

His hands trembled, and he wanted to delete the post, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Who is it?"

Zhuang Kai was the closest, so he got up and went to open the door, but just after opening the door, he saw several very serious young people standing at the door.

"Excuse me, is reporter Han Bingjiang here?"

"Yes, may I ask which unit you belong to?" The newspaper has regulations that visitors must register, so Zhuang Kai asked this question.

"Oh, we are from the Municipal Bureau, and I would like to ask Reporter Han for some information." The leading young man replied, pushed Zhuang Kai away, and walked in front of Han Bingjiang.

"Hi reporter Han, is this shoe box yours?"

"Uh... yes!"

Han Bingjiang, who was in a daze, looked at the shoe box in the hand of a policewoman behind the young man and said. This thing was clearly hidden under the bed at home, why did it suddenly get into the hands of the police?

"Then...the photos inside were also taken by you yourself."

"Yes!"

Looking at the young man in white gloves who took out a large stack of photos from the shoe box, Han Bingjiang nodded with difficulty.

It is very obvious that these photos have their own unique imprints. As for the content of the photos, they are basically celebrities and entertainers. There are kissing photos, and there are photos of holding hands...

Some have already contacted the parties, they paid the money, and left the "negatives" by themselves;

Now, they were all found by the police..., hiss, it really hurts.

"Then can you explain to us how these photos were taken?" The young policeman smiled, picked out a few from the stack of photos, and placed them one by one on Han Bingjiang's desk.

"Hey..."

It was cold all over just now, but when Han Bingjiang saw the photo, he fainted immediately.

Mysterious car accident, I have never taken such a photo before!

~~~~~~

It is said that there was a storm in the capital, and the storm was not small.

But this has nothing to do with Sun Hao.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, after Sun Hao visited the actors who were experiencing life in Beijing No. 1 Prison, he took a plane to Hong Kong Island, stayed on Hong Kong Island for a day, and then arrived at Taoyuan International Airport accompanied by Wang Fei.

The person who came to pick up the plane was Wang Fei's manager Qiu Likuan. She was chubby and laughed from ear to ear when she saw Sun Hao.

"Ahao, I finally have the opportunity to cooperate with you."

"Hahaha... Sister Kuan, you are wrong, we have already started to cooperate."

"Hmm..." Qiu Likuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then reached out and patted his forehead.

"Look at my memory, yes, we have started to cooperate a long time ago, because the songs that A Fei became popular in Europe and America all came from your creation."

"Well, this only shows one thing, that sister Kuan is a noble person." Sun Hao laughed.

"Oh, why did you say that?"

"My lord forgets so much!"

The tall and slender Wang Fei smiled as she leaned on her manager Qiu Likuan's shoulder.

………

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"Shall we play in Taipei, or go directly to Taichung?"

In Taiwan Province, there are many cars from Japanese brands on the road. However, perhaps Wang Fei had explained in advance that the car Qiu Likuan drove over was actually a German BMW.

"Sister Kuan, time is tight, let's go directly to Taichung, I want to confirm the progress of the [prison] reform as soon as possible."

"Why, is the shooting time of "Fast and Furious" relatively tight?" Qiu Likuan, who was driving, looked at Sun Hao through the rearview mirror of the car.

The delicate Wang Fei was sitting in the back of the car, hugging his arm tightly.

"I'm very nervous, I have to change scenes constantly, from the United States to the Netherlands to Russia to Dubai..." Sun Hao shook his head with a wry smile when talking about this.

According to the original plan, regarding the "Fast and Furious" series, I can shoot slowly from the beginning, but what?

I have been set up by the media and fans.

In the past, when a movie with a global box office of more than 100 million U.S. dollars was shot, they would give a thumbs up and say admiringly, "Sun Hao, awesome!"

But now?

If the box office of all movies is less than 500 million US dollars, they will add a few words "Sun Hao has exhausted his talents" to the headline of the report.

Just as he was shaking his head with emotion, a text message suddenly came to Sun Hao's phone.

[Haozi, where are you?

I'm at your door, I'm very scared now, the police took him away from me, Ting. 】