If we really want to make a fuss about the atmosphere, Ronan seems to be in danger of dying in vain. From the current point of view, the other three people are not on the same channel at all. If we break it down further, Wang Mo and Huang Xiangdong are preoccupied and have no intention of playing around;
"Uncle Ma" from Ma Lou, who was immersed in drinking wine and eating vegetables, was about to overflow with sarcasm on his lips.
Ronan didn't sit down at all. He opened his hands to the couple in front of him, making a helpless and innocent look: Is the method of the two of them too low?
The words were not spoken directly, but the meaning was already clear.
After her thoughts were revealed, Mo Ya could still act as if nothing had happened. Hai Jing was a little thin-skinned and coughed lightly: "Actually, at Nanzi's current age, it is really nothing to make a fuss about having a few female friends. Even Aunt Luo probably wouldn't
care……"
"Yeah, at his age, a certain agent already has all three fans. After this incident, Aunt Luo really won't care too much."
These words that Ma Lou spat out suddenly caused silence in the restaurant's private room. In terms of stimulating effect, it was ten times stronger than Mo Ya Haijing's efforts. Even Wang Mo and Huang Xiangdong, who had been emotionally dissatisfied, looked at him sideways.
In the circle, the three types of fans have specific meanings, including powdering, grass-fanning and attracting fans. Applying powder means having plastic surgery, grass-fanning means having a relationship with fans, not to mention attracting fans. This situation is underground
It is not uncommon in the circle, and it is also a circle trend that Luo Shuqing has always hated.
In the underground circle, it is not news that anyone is involved in these three items. However, if Ma Lou’s revelations are true, Haijing, who has always presented a more decent image, would still be somewhat disappointed if he had such rich “experience” back then.
Ronan was a little surprised.
So, why the relationship between Hae Kyung and Mo Ya failed to progress further later, was it because of this past influence? Maybe the family members were also resistance... Of course, from their own standpoint, if Hae Kyung really had such a dissolute past, Ronan would probably
I won't agree either.
Returning to reality, Ma Lou's slanderous remarks were really embarrassing. The smile on Hai Jing's face was frozen, while Mo Ya's face was expressionless. Wang Mo and Huang Xiangdong looked left and right, and finally lowered their heads.
, I want to continue pretending not to hear.
But what’s the point of such self-deception?
There was a bang, and Haijing stood up and left his seat without saying a word, and opened the door and went out. The cool breeze from outside blew in, which somewhat made the air in the room flow.
"Uncle Ma, are you crazy?"
In the band, Huang Xiangdong is the youngest and the most impatient. When his manager ran away in anger, he couldn't help but slap his hands on the table, then held his head and made an incredible gesture: "It's time to go on stage in five hours, what?
We can’t talk about it later.”
Ma Lou chuckled: "So before going on stage, a certain manager was the King of Heaven and was said to be untouchable?"
"I didn't mess with you!"
"When he messed with me, you blew your nose with the corner of your clothes."
"This is a personal grudge for you..."
"Then how do you know that a certain agent has a public heart when he signs with us?"
Huang Xiangdong's face turned red from the rebuke, and he almost got up and threw the table to beat him. Wang Mo next to him saw that the situation was not going well, so he hugged him desperately and said, "Say less, say less."
However, people are like this. The more they are pulled, the more angry they become. Huang Xiangdong struggled twice but failed to break away. He also turned on the mad mode, pointed at Ma Lou's nose and roared: "You are the fucking saint, aren't you? From the moment I signed the contract
From that day on, you have been acting weird. Isn’t it because signing a commercial company has damaged your qualifications? Uncle Ma, Master Ma, you want to be the king of the mountain in the circle. If you have the guts, you should have said it. If you have the guts, throw away the pen.
I want you to fly solo..."
"Bang!" Moya slammed the table.
It was very rare for her to get angry like this. The room fell silent, and then there was another bang. The half-opened outer door was pushed open, and the waiter came in pushing the food cart. It was full of beer, at least ten items.
Up.
Wang Mo was dumbfounded: "Who wants it? Is it the wrong one?"
"what I want."
Hai Jing walked back with a cold face: "The rehearsal will start at four o'clock in the afternoon. It will be your turn at about five or six o'clock. According to the schedule, we must go back to prepare before three thirty. Before that, we can have a good discussion.
.”
He threw a small iron box on the table: "Hangover medicine, prepared for cowards."
Ma Lou sneered: "Do you think you are acting in a movie?"
Haijing looked at it coldly: "Red deer."
"You red deer!"
"Anyone can tell by talking about it. Someone knew who was the bastard who brought me three fans back then; now, everyone knows who is guilty and cares about their reputation! What's the matter, there is a way to say it and a way to do it.
Don’t you have the guts to admit it?”
Ma Lou stood up "soaring", with the momentum of fighting.
Hai Jing opened the bottle without even batting an eyelid, and smashed it on the table: "That's what I said, except for Moya and Ronan, every one of them in this room is a bad breed! There is Biao.
, some are pretentious, some are frivolous..."
With just one sentence, he threw a bottle of wine on the table, and the wine was wrapped in foam and spilled out. Surprisingly, no one in the room responded.
Only Mo Ya laughed "ha" and reached out to Haijing to ask for a drink: "If we play in a band together, no one is good, and I am not a good person either."
Hai Jing took a deep look at her and actually handed her a bottle of wine. As for Ronan, he completely ignored it: "It doesn't matter what kind of bad person you are. Just hate yourself before hating others. If you forget this,
, just wash your intestines with wine... If you can’t do that, why play rock and roll!”
Ronan still hasn't figured out the grudge between them, but he also knows that a drinking session can't untie the knot. Fortunately, they are both adults. They know what they want to do and what they should do is enough.
...The reality is that a group of people were shouting and fighting, and then two of them were really drunk and drunk!
Huang Xiangdong and Ma Lou were the drunken losers. They were forced to take hangover medicine. Mo Ya and three other people helped them and moved forward step by step.
A bunch of drunkards had a performance at night. Even if their reputation was small, if they were caught by media reporters, they would be a joke. For this reason, after the banquet, Ronan, the only one who was not drunk, took over the investigation without hesitation.
And the guidance task is to lead this gang of drunkards through a relatively secluded underground passage.
This kind of task was easy and pleasant for Ronan to do. He had already planned an optimal path directly to Tonghui Building in his sensing area, which was more powerful than any electronic map.
At this point, he still has the leisure to pay attention to the tracking of aberration infection, and of course he has not forgotten the issue of ladder distribution below the awakened ones.
Mudan communicated with him again, explaining the current progress: "The four suspected targets are all college students who came to participate in the demonstration, and they are all women. Their symptoms are relatively similar, and there is no obvious difference. For the time being, we will treat them as victims.
For infected people, judging from past data, this proves that their infection stage breakdown is roughly in the same range. Then we can make another assumption that their infection time and the source of infection they came into contact with should also be similar to a certain extent.
sex."
"Sounds promising?"
"The schools they attend are distributed in no pattern. They are located in both the east and west city districts, as well as their home addresses. Two were born and raised in Xiacheng, and two came to study abroad. This is different from the Xicheng District and Hewu District we focused on before.
The area and the Linqiang area do not match each other. In terms of geographical location, which is the key area of our early work, no reasonable clues have been found."
"That's it." After hearing the news, Ronan also had some doubts: Did he make a mistake in his judgment? After all, the step distribution was a topic he had just started to study. It is normal for some mistakes to happen.
At this time, Mudan looked very confident: "The four targets are all under strict monitoring, and at the same time, their social relationships are being explored in depth. The geographical factors are meaningless, so let's study the social factors - from a sociological sense,
They are both women, similar in age, and have good looks. This similarity is a clue in itself. Overall, we still believe in your professional ability, Mr. Partner."
"Thank you for your trust." Ronan replied with a smile and remembered something again, "By the way, in addition to these four targets, there is also a suspected target that has been moving around the Municipal Square. Since you have enough manpower now
, let’s monitor that person as well.”
The "moving target" target has never left Ronan's sensing range. While observing it from a distance, Ronan described its image: "This person is also a female, about sixteen or seventeen years old. She should not be a college student. She has been shopping with friends before.
Shopping mall, oh, it’s out now, and I’ve joined some kind of team..."
"procession?"
"It's not a parade. I saw the support sign. I must be a fan of a certain star. They knew about the performance tonight and came to the square to support me. These fans have always been very organized." After spending the morning with the BHD group, Luo said
Nan has also become more expert in this matter.
Mudan's focus is different from his: "Still a woman? How does she look?"
"Well, it's quite decent, above average."
"Tsk, tsk, you are really a stalker, why are you so sensitive to women? By the way, I am also a beauty, do you want to meet me?"
"...I said, it just has more eyes."
"Okay, whatever Mr. Partner says is whatever it is, I won't expose your otaku nature."
"hehe!"
After the two ended the call, Ronan shook his head. He always felt that Mudan was using "psychological profiling" on him. The more contact he had, the clearer his true image would probably be.
With Peony's wisdom, can he really keep his identity secret?
I don’t know why His Majesty Emperor Wu would go to such unnecessary lengths. This situation is really embarrassing...
Exhaling a breath, Ronan turned his attention back to the rear, where Moya and his gang were still stumbling. At this speed, if they can return to Tonghui Building before 3:30, they will have to rely on God's blessing.
Already.
"Hmm? Who is that person?"
Ronan saw that someone was walking out of the downward passage on one side. The time point was stuck very well, and he was right in front of Moya and his party.
The man's gaze passed through a group of drunkards and finally stopped on Moya's face. Although he was blocking the road, he didn't seem to want to get out of the way. Instead, he took the initiative to speak:
"Moya?"
This person should be familiar with Mo Ya and others. It can be seen that after Mo Ya was startled, he responded happily, without feeling strange at all.
The middle-aged man's hair is sparse, but he looks very healthy. His body is lean and strong, and there is no fat on his face. When he smiles, his muscles are stretched, forming long ravines. He is not ugly, but has a cold meaning, although his smile itself is still
Considered mild.
"Is he a soldier?"
Ronan subconsciously scanned with his mind, corresponding to his life sketch, and then he saw...