"Boy, you are a troublemaker. Do you know how worried I am that you will cause trouble? And you have indeed caused trouble again!"
"When I watched the TV broadcast and heard you reciting the poem "Zhongshan is turning yellow after the storm," I almost laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. Hahaha... And when you finished reciting the poem, my mood was so amazing
What an excitement! Pride fills my chest, so satisfying!”
"You later criticized Hong Kong film critics and skinned the fake Tai Chi master. It was refreshing, but the impact was a bit bad. But your fearless character, forget it..., it's okay to say that.
In vain."
At a roadside shop in Shanghai, Zhou Qingfeng and Xiao Jinlang had supper together. He only stayed in Hong Kong for one day before he was 'kicked away'. He was so noisy that even the organizers of the handover commemoration activities were afraid. Although
He indeed sparked a craze for flower-growing culture.
Xiao Jinlang kept talking and talking, and at the end he asked, "Boy, how did you achieve one-finger meditation? It's a pity that I couldn't be there to see it with my own eyes. Why don't you show it to me again?"
Zhou Qingfeng was dealing with a pig's knuckle. When he heard this, he kept talking and just raised his right index finger. The finger was swollen to the size of a pig's trotter and was covered with a layer of gauze mixed with swelling-reducing medicine.
Wrapped up.
Xiao Jinlang stared at that finger for a while, and finally shook his head and sighed: "I really don't understand you. I've known you for more than two years, but I still don't understand where you come from?"
After finishing the last bite of the soy pig hand, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a few and wiped his hands and mouth. At this moment, there were more than a dozen plates piled in front of him, and there were a lot of leftover bones. "Why do you have to know mine?"
Where did it come from? Aren’t we working very well together now?”
After Zhou Qingfeng had eaten and drank enough, Xiao Jinlang took out a document from his pocket and handed it over, "You have made a lot of noise in Hong Kong and you have immediately become a thorn in others' eyes and a thorn in their flesh."
"I have always been more enemies than friends. This is not surprising." Zhou Qingfeng took the document, which was a series of screenshots of website pages and some interrogation drafts. He has the ability to 'know languages' and directly scan and read the various texts on it.
The first is the global fatwa issued on the internal website of Middle Eastern terrorists. Because of his excellent performance in the film "Blood and Fire" that reflects the Syrian issue, Zhou Qingfeng not only received the Best Actor nomination at Cannes, but was also selected by Extreme Terror
The molecules hate it so much.
"Say that I blasphemed Allah? Hahaha... If those guys with brain problems knew that I killed a large number of ISIS and Nusra Front members in Syria, they would be so angry that they would explode on the spot." Zhou Qingfeng said nonchalantly.
Put the file down.
Xiao Jinlang warned seriously: "You have to be careful. I advise you not to go to Cannes. France is not safe now. There are so many green believers in France, and the security situation has become extremely poor. We have received information, not just extremists,
Someone really wants to kill you with a big price."
"Who wants to kill me?" Zhou Qingfeng was a little alarmed. If ordinary people wanted to kill him, the National Security Bureau would naturally stop him. Someone who can even Xiao Jinlang be unable to deal with is definitely not an ordinary person.
Xiao Jinlang pondered for a while and said: "Do you still remember the little girl you rescued in Syria?"
"Of course I remember." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.
"The trade in girls is particularly rampant in the Middle East. The girl you rescue may not be the one the unlucky prince wants, but may be given to someone else.
You must know that those rich oil tyrants have reached the point of doing whatever they want in order to satisfy their own selfish desires. If you are hated by these people, they will try their best to kill you. Those guys have a lot of money and will die to achieve their goals.
Don't give up.
The character you played in 'Blood and Fire' involved saving war girls, which some people consider blasphemous and they think you did something you shouldn't have done."
Xiao Jinlang reopened the file and found a line of secret words on the international killer website: "A person called 'Prince' has posted this message. He wants your life, and the reward is 100 million U.S. dollars, or
Any conditions of equal value.”
Zhou Qingfeng finally became interested and looked through the documents provided by Xiao Jinlang again. Xiao Jinlang continued: "When you were in Hong Kong, we caught two people who came to kill you. From the time you showed up to the killer
Just a few hours after arriving, you have really aroused the greed of many people."
"One hundred million dollars!" Zhou Qingfeng could not have imagined that someone would actually spend such a large amount of money to kill him. "If it were me, I would do it. So who is this guy named 'Prince'?"
"No one knows who he is? But he often posts huge rewards, such as collecting a certain treasure, killing someone, or other things that reveal his identity. According to our analysis, we only know that he should be someone from the Middle East.
A very powerful and wealthy man."
According to the document seen by Zhou Qingfeng, this 'prince' has a lot of energy. The other party must be a high-ranking official and has very extensive connections. His influence is not only in the Middle East, but also in Europe, where many people follow his orders.
"It's true that money can make all the difference these days." Xiao Jinlang continued: "There are some secret organizations in Europe that specialize in serving the rich and powerful. Their abilities are very special and should not be underestimated. For example, two years ago you got a batch of oil paintings for
For external sales, we rely on an underground auction house.
And this kind of organization often has a history of hundreds of years, like a vine that goes deep into all levels of society, intricate and intricate. What they sell is not just an oil painting of unknown origin, but also a beautiful woman or an outstanding craftsman. The same goes for buying lives.
It’s their job too.”
Obviously, Zhonghua Guoan is beyond the reach of those organizations in Europe. And there is nothing that can be done about the mysterious 'prince'.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was still not afraid at all, Xiao Jinlang sighed again: "I have said all that, but you still want to go to Cannes, right?"
Zhou Qingfeng also sighed, "I brought four friends here just to take them around. I have promised to let them have a good time at the Cannes Film Festival to have a celebrity addiction. If I tell them not to go now, they will
Very unhappy."
Just after she finished speaking, the tall Catalina walked in from outside carrying large and small bags. She heard the last sentence of Zhou Qingfeng and asked: "Who wants to make us unhappy?"
Miss Fox also walked in carrying a dozen shopping bags. She frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Butcher and Minsk also followed behind happily. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, they asked blankly: "What's wrong? I think your expressions look like you have met an enemy."
Catalina had already snatched the document from Zhou Qingfeng's hand, glanced at it a few times, asked a few more questions, and finally cursed angrily: "Just because of a few bullshit threats, I can't go to France? I want to take God's place.
Punish them."
Lina also grabbed the document and looked at it, and shouted sullenly: "This is my only vacation in more than two years, no one is allowed to spoil it. I have to go to France, and I want to dress beautifully and walk on the red carpet in Cannes.
"
The butcher stopped looking at the documents and said directly: "Actually, I don't mind killing a few pieces of trash while traveling. This is an effective way to keep me in a fighting state. Minsk, what do you think?"
Minsk nodded in agreement.
Zhou Qingfeng could only shrug at Xiao Jinlang, "Now I just want to find that 'prince' and kill him. This kind of difficult task makes me excited."