At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Haoran was preparing to go home from get off work. Suddenly his cell phone rang. Ye Haoran picked up the cell phone and looked at it. It was a little strange. Not many people in Los Angeles knew his phone number. When he picked up the cell phone, he heard Fran's voice said, "Hey, Ye Haoran, why doesn't Liu Yiyi answer my call? Ask her to call me back as soon as possible. I have something urgent to call her."
"Isn't Liu Yiyi at your place?" Ye Haoran was surprised, "At this point, she should have just gotten off work, right?"
"I know, she just left for about ten minutes, but when I called her now, no one answered her phone. I thought you picked her up. There was something wrong on the set here, and she needs to come back immediately. No. If there is no delay, you can try calling her." After Fran finished speaking, he hung up the phone anxiously. It seems that there was indeed a problem on the set.
Ye Haoran was a little strange. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Liu Yiyi's number. The phone beeped a few times, then clicked and hung up. "Hey, this girl dares to hang up on me." Yes." Ye Haoran was surprised, he continued to pick up the phone and called again.
"Sorry, the person you called has turned off his phone." A mechanical and electronic sound came from the phone, reminding Liu Yiyi that her phone had been turned off.
Hearing these words, Ye Haoran's heart suddenly became nervous. He knew that there was a 90% chance that something had happened to Liu Yiyi. Liu Yiyi was a very careful girl, and it was impossible that the battery of her mobile phone was insufficient. Moreover, Liu Yiyi was a very careful girl. , she would not hang up her phone directly and then turn off the phone. One possibility is that Liu Yiyi's mobile phone was stolen, and the second possibility is that Liu Yiyi was arrested.
Regardless of the possibility, Ye Haoran became a little worried. He changed his clothes, quickly got into his car, and walked towards the Hollywood studio. Along the way, Ye Haoran dialed Liu Yiyi's phone again, but the phone was still turned off.
Ye Haoran stepped on the accelerator very hard, and the Jeep Liberty drove quickly towards the Hollywood studio. When they arrived in Hollywood, the doorman stopped Ye Haoran, "Hey, sir, cars are not allowed here."
"I'm the agent." Ye Haoran said. He knew that outside vehicles were not allowed to enter here, but the cars of directors and actors were allowed to enter.
"Agent, why don't you have a pass on your car?" The guard came over and stood by the car window and asked.
Ye Haoran rolled down the window glass. He glanced at the remote control key in the doorman's hand. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the doorman's collar directly from the window. Then he grabbed the remote control key and pressed it. After rising, Ye Haoran drove the car and rushed in.
"Hey, hello, damn, my remote control key." The doorman chased Ye Haoran's car and shouted loudly. Ye Haoran threw the car key to the ground from a distance, and he looked towards Director Fran's car without looking back. Run to the set.
When they arrived at the set, a small part of the crew was still there. Ye Haoran got out of the car, found Fran directly, and asked, "Is Liu Yiyi back?"
"No, I'm still waiting for her here. Why are you here?" Fran was still a little uncomfortable when he saw Ye Haoran, but now he just wanted to make the movie wholeheartedly, so he didn't feel too much towards Ye Haoran. I have many thoughts of revenge.
"Something happened to her. Which way did she go back?" Ye Haoran asked, "Which bus stop did she go to?"
"The west bus station is just outside." The assistant director pointed to the west, "What's wrong with Liu Yiyi? Oh, nothing can happen to Liu Yiyi. One day's delay will cost more than 100,000 US dollars. The investors will give us Chopped."
Ye Haoran glared at the assistant director. Damn it, how long has it been? He is still thinking about money. He nodded towards Fran and said: "Fran, don't play any tricks."
Fran understood it as soon as he heard it. It seemed that Ye Haoran was doubting himself. He snorted, "Ye Haoran, your heart is in your stomach. Now Liu Yiyi is very important to me. She is my starring role. Even more It's my dream, and I'm not stupid enough to slap myself in the face."
When the assistant director on the side heard that Ye Haoran was talking to Fran like this, he immediately rushed over, grabbed Ye Haoran's collar, and said: "Chinese boy, be careful what you say, and show respect to Director Fran. He is a new generation." The most brilliant director."
Ye Haoran waved his hand and pushed the assistant director four or five meters away. He hit a row of prop boxes and couldn't get up. Ye Haoran didn't look at the assistant director at all. He nodded towards Fran, "Okay. I'm going to find Liu Yiyi. It's best not to be a trick on your part, otherwise you'll know the consequences."
After saying that, Ye Haoran turned around, jumped into the car, and left with a bang.
Everyone on the set was shocked when they saw Ye Haoran push the assistant director away with a wave of his hand. How could this Chinese boy have so much strength? He was simply more powerful than the male protagonist in the script, Fran. He squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Haoran's leaving figure. He suddenly felt that revenge was really too far away. This man was much more mysterious and powerful than the male protagonist in his script.
Ye Haoran drove the car. This time, he didn't stop at all and hit the traffic barrier. The guard originally wanted to stop Ye Haoran's car and teach Ye Haoran a lesson, but when he saw Ye Haoran's speed, he was frightened. Jump and dodge quickly.
With a "bang", the JEEP Liberty hit the traffic barrier, without slowing down, and flew towards the bus station to the west. There were not many people at the bus station to the west, and most of the people who could work here were They all have their own cars, but there are very few actors like Liu Yiyi who have little experience or background, and who directly become the starring role without using money to bribe them.
Ye Haoran looked around the bus stop, and then walked towards a pastry shop next to the bus stop.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" The waiter came over and asked Ye Haoran.
"FBI, where is the surveillance video of your store?" Ye Haoran flashed his police ID and asked.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "Boss, there are FBI agents asking where the surveillance video of our store is." "Oh, what's going on." After the words fell, a very beautiful woman came out. Wearing an apron and her hands still stained with flour, she smiled at Ye Haoran and said, "Sir, can I see your police ID card?"
Ye Haoran showed his police card to the female boss and said: "That's it, madam, I want to check the surveillance video at your door to see what happened about half an hour ago, what happened at the station It happened because someone reported that a woman was missing, so I came to check if she got on the bus."
"Oh, that's right." The female boss smiled at Ye Haoran, "Come in then, the surveillance video is in the room inside." There is a computer in the room inside, and there are four pictures in it, representing the situation inside the four cameras. One of the cameras can clearly see the bus stop signs.
Ye Haoran sat down and skillfully controlled the video, rewinding it to half an hour ago.
The female boss poured a glass of water and asked enthusiastically: "Sir, are you Asian? It's rare to see Asians, and they can become FBI officers at a young age. Are you married?" The female boss asked. He lowered his hair and asked with a bit of shyness.
Ye Haoran ignored the female boss.
The female boss continued: "Hey, sir, let me introduce myself first. My name is Madonna. I am the owner of this pastry shop and a baker. I inherited this shop from my father, who is a rich man. , but I don’t like using his money, so I make my own pastries here. The shop’s business is pretty good. I’m twenty-three years old and I don’t have a boyfriend yet. I like Asians the most because they respect women very much. I heard that Huaxia Chinese husbands leave all their money to their wives for safekeeping, so I have always wanted to find a Chinese boyfriend. May I ask, sir, are you Chinese?"
Ye Haoran had been watching the video and ignored the self-recommendation of the landlady next to him. After living in California for almost two months, Ye Haoran was used to the directness and unrestrainedness of women here. He didn't take it to heart and kept dragging the mouse. , suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the picture, it was Liu Yiyi. Liu Yiyi was carrying a shoulder bag and standing on the platform waiting for the bus. As soon as she stood, a taxi came towards her, and the taxi window opened , said a few words to Liu Yiyi, then Liu Yiyi got in, and then the taxi left.
Ye Haoran frowned. He felt that something was wrong, but looking at Liu Yiyi's expression at that time, there seemed to be nothing wrong.
The lady boss on the side probably said she was tired, so she simply stopped talking and looked at Ye Haoran with a resentful look.
Ye Haoran rubbed his nose and muttered: "What is wrong?"
The proprietress glanced at the screen, pointed at the taxi, and said, "There's something wrong with this taxi. This is a bus station. It's against the law for him to drive here like this. This taxi will definitely be fined."
Ye Haoran slapped his head, yes, something was wrong here. The taxi drove over directly. It was obvious that he had premeditated it. He was going towards Liu Yiyi. The reason why Ye Haoran didn't see it at a glance was that Because the phenomenon of taxis entering bus stops to pull people is so common in China that he ignored this detail.
Ye Haoran stared at the taxi's license plate number and quickly wrote it down. Then he stood up, picked up his mobile phone, and called Susan, "Susan, there is something urgent. There is a taxi with the license plate number XXXX. You can help me check its location immediately, it's urgent."
"Okay, I'll contact the taxi company immediately to locate the car." After Susan finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Ye Haoran breathed a sigh of relief and nodded towards the landlady, "Thank you."
The proprietress blinked at Ye Haoran, "Sir, you are Chinese, right? I can tell you are Chinese as soon as I look at you. I think you can seriously consider what I said. This pastry shop needs a person." Master, I also want someone to rely on, and I also need a son-in-law to inherit my father's assets of over 100 million."
"Uh..." Ye Haoran giggled, turned around and walked away quickly. The women here are a bit scary with their excessive enthusiasm.