"Do you have a photo of Rao Xia having a party two days ago?" A man wearing a black hood and black leather gloves stared at the paparazzi wearing glasses in front of him.
"How do you know?" The paparazzi looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance. In the middle of the night, a guy dressed in black who didn't look like a good guy appeared at the door. People would be very wary.
"Five million!" The man in black stretched out his hand and gestured.
"Wha, what!?" The paparazzi swallowed subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the man in black at the door.
Isn't it normal to be a little pretentious when you come to buy something like this in the middle of the night?
This is a good person!
Bad people should not be afraid!
I worry too much!
"I want to see the money." The paparazzi licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse.
The man in black opened his handbag, casually took out a stack and crushed it in his hand. The sound of rustling banknotes was so pleasant, and the scent of ink drifted in from the iron fence at the door. The paparazzi couldn't help but feel deeply.
Take a breath, this stack is one hundred thousand!
The paparazzi immediately reached out to unlock the door and pushed the door open with a flattering look on his face, "It's very cold outside. Come in quickly and tell me if you have anything to say!"
The man in black followed the paparazzi in and said impatiently: "Let me see the photos."
The paparazzi rushed into his developing room without saying a word. After Da Keunshuo left, he thought about selling more pictures, so he developed several sets of photos. This was the moment he was waiting.
Taking the paparazzi photos, the man in black looked through them, his hand suddenly paused, he stared at one of them for a moment, and silently put the photos aside.
"How about it? I'm satisfied with it!" the paparazzi said nervously.
"If you are satisfied, count the money." The man in black took out 500,000 yuan but did not put it on the table immediately. Instead, he continued to ask: "Did you sell Da Keun Suk's photos before?"
"No, no!" The paparazzi began to deny subconsciously, for fear that the other party would feel that it was not exclusive and would regret it.
The man in black sneered and stood up, took the money and stuffed it into his bag, "I only knew you had the photo when I saw the photo in Da Keun Suk's hand. Since you don't tell the truth, forget it!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I sold it to him, but that bastard only gave me 50,000 yuan!" As he said that, the paparazzi's face was filled with a look of wrongdoing.
"Did you give it all to him?"
"Give it all to him!"
"Okay." The man in black threw the money on the ground, and the paparazzi pounced on him like a real dog, not hearing the change in the man's tone at all.
The man looked at the paparazzi who was lying on the ground picking up money. He pulled his hand with black leather gloves and a steel wire appeared in his hand. He suddenly put it around the paparazzi's neck and pulled hard...
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Monopoly nightclub.
Chen Wensong, who has been in Hong Kong for an inspection for a full week, will leave tomorrow. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered that he had not done any business yet. Taking advantage of Wang Yaozu's time to see him off, he prepared to ask a few questions...
Holding Chen Jialing's slender waist, Chen Wensong, who was obviously much haggard, spoke a little feebly, "Brother Yao, as an open window, our Pengcheng has received unanimous praise for the popularization of BP machines. The bureau is thinking, since there are
Mobile phones are 'Big Brother', let's see if they can be directly introduced to Pengcheng."
"Do you think it is good to introduce this thing? Is the technology difficult? The other thing is the price. I think it is very expensive here on Hong Kong Island."
"Technically it's not difficult, it's not a big problem. As for the price, don't worry if it's more expensive. Let me just say this. You can sell one for 20,000 or even 30,000 yuan in Pengcheng. You can also use it these days.
Now that Brother is older, doesn’t it feel more convenient!?”
"This is really convenient, but the battery doesn't hold up!" Chen Wensong nodded, "Then I understand. I'll write a report when I get back."
In fact, even without Wang Yaozu's intervention, Pengcheng would have built a 900-900MHz analog mobile phone network in two years by the end of 1987. However, with Wang Yaozu's presence, and Pengcheng Post and Telecommunications benefiting from the BP machine in advance, the time was advanced two days.
Just years.
After finishing the business in a few words, everyone started drinking again. After careful consideration, Chen Wensong suddenly said to Wang Yaozu: "I like this girl Jia Ling very much, but I can't take her to the north. Brother Yao, can you help me make arrangements.
"
"No, is there any emotion involved?" Wang Yaozu looked up and down at Chen Wensong, quite unbelievable.
"Ahem." Chen Wensong was a little embarrassed. However, this was the first time this girl had met him. Moreover, it did match Chen Wensong's aesthetics. She was young, beautiful, and in good shape!
In China, let alone finding a mistress in this era, it is inconvenient even to go out and have sex. It was only after coming to Hong Kong that Chen Wensong opened the door to the new world. This Chen Jialing also really fascinated Lao Chen. Her family has a yellow face.
Compared with this, it’s simply...
This little girl is about the same age as my own daughter. Ahem, she is very good and suitable for long-term holding!
"In what capacity are you planning to arrange this, wife?" Wang Yaozu was quite curious.
"No, this is not suitable. I don't have Hong Kong Island citizenship. Well, just be my daughter." Chen Wensong pondered for a while and then said.
"Cough, cough." Wang Yaozu couldn't take a breath and kept coughing. Madonna immediately handed over a glass of water.
The entertainment industry is indeed very entertaining. Did you get the idea of "Fuck, daughter" so early? Doesn't it have more charm when it's revealed...
"Fuck, daughter, okay, I'll help you make arrangements and make sure he stays safe for you." Wang Yaozu said extremely considerately.
Chen Jialing's face turned red when she heard this. Wang Yaozu and Chen Wensong looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time.
A few people were chatting, during which Hong Jinbao asked tentatively, "Uncle Shao Liu seems to have never mentioned the transfer recently."
"You don't have to worry anymore. I've already negotiated with Mr. Shao. The deal is worth several hundred million, and it won't be that fast. You can just film with peace of mind. Your presence will be indispensable when it's released."
"Brother Yao, that's awesome!" Hong Jinbao picked up a glass of wine and laughed: "Brother Yao will be the emperor of the entertainment industry from now on. Please take care of me in the future!"
"Return to the emperor." Wang Yaozu smiled and shook his head, "What's the matter, you can still get me seventy-two concubines from three palaces and six courtyards!"
"This is not easy!" Hong Jinbao waved his hand, "As long as Brother Yao nods, tomorrow, Hong Kong Island and even Southeast Asia and other film makers can hold a beauty pageant for Brother Yao. You can choose whatever you want."
Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhou Hong's eyes were filled with envy. He was indeed right to choose the entertainment industry. It was very embarrassing!
"Come on." Wang Yaozu smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I haven't lived enough yet!"
"I'm talking about Mr. Zhou, I want to give you a piece of advice. When you are young, you don't know the value of essence. When you are old, you will look at Pikong and shed tears. It's precious, precious!" Wang Yaozu put his arm on Zhou Hong's shoulder and smiled.
Everyone laughed again.
"By the way, Sister Mei, let me ask you something."