Chapter 140

The paparazzi excitedly held the camera in his hand, as if he saw the picture of Li Xiuman sitting in front of him giving him money.

Blackmail s.. M, the whole local performing arts circle, even the notorious dispach society, has to weigh it a little.

But he comes from a third rate tabloid, but some newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

"Then you are really brave..."

Just, I always think it's wrong? As soon as I looked back, I saw a man grinning at him with a big white tooth, and instinctively protected the camera and stepped back.

"Brother, rob, hand in your camera."

The man swung up his sleeve and showed a terrible scar on it. This sense of impact made the paparazzi fall into a trance on the spot.

"No..."

The paparazzi looked around. There was a huge flow of people here. As long as he shouted, he would certainly disturb the nearby security. As soon as he wanted to refuse, he felt that his stomach was butted by something.

When he looked down, his eyes were about to crack. It was a dagger. The sharp blade was rubbing back and forth on his stomach. The technique was very gentle and cool.

"Brother, it's not easy for everyone to come out to make money and live a life, but secretly taking pictures... In this way, I think it's better for us to come. I'm very interested in the combination of those three forked eggs. I don't know if you can give me this camera. If you encounter trouble in the future, please report my name of Wang Er in Qingliang."

The man's tone is very gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, but with that dagger, the smile is like a deadly devil.

"So... You are... The Wang Er in Qingliang..."

The paparazzi squeezed out an ugly smile. His profession mingled at the bottom of the circle. The artists and gangsters who have dealt with most are artists and gangsters.

Wang Er's reputation didn't come back to him for a while, and people on the road would always give themselves an awesome name, just like in HK gangster films in the 1980s and 1990s.

But he knew it in the cool. It was the last crime paradise in Seoul. Except Busan, most of the mixed blacks were concentrated there.

No "good man" came out of there.

"Hey, hey ~ ~ it's me. In this way, let's... Have an in-depth communication in a quiet place. How about?"

"Puff... Puff..."

The paparazzi almost sat on the ground trembling. A pungent smell came to his face. He even scared out of excrement and urine because of each other's momentum.

"Xiba... What a useless thing."

Looking at each other's wet crotch, Wang Er frowned, raised his arm, grabbed each other's clothes and pulled him to the outside of the airport, like dragging a dead dog.

The nearby tourists turned their heads and pretended that nothing had happened.

Underground parking outside the airport.

"Perhaps, is that president Song Jifan? Inside, I'm Wang Er. Childe Li told me. Yes, I just found something. Please give it to Director Li Xiuman for me, ok... "

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dan leaned against a van and smoked. He could vaguely feel the slight shaking and weak wailing of the car behind him.

"Help... I'll give it, I'll give it to you..."

After ten or twenty minutes, the shaking car suddenly quieted down. Two strong men walked down the car and bowed respectfully to Wang Dan. "Second master, it's done. How do they deal with it?"

Because the movable space in the car is too small, they both secrete a lot of sweat on their heads.

"This dead dog is useless. Find a place to throw him on the side of the road. All the things you can rob are found and thrown away."

Wang Dan explained the fate of the paparazzi in one sentence. As for robbery, in his opinion, it was the thing that the lowest level ruffian would do.

Real gangsters disdain to do this kind of business.

"Nei... What about Kris? There's so much noise in the car. The boy hasn't woke up yet. Hey, he can really sleep."

"Do you think... He really didn't wake up? He doesn't want to wake up. An artist can fall asleep quickly within three seconds and wake up quickly within three seconds. This is the most basic skill that an artist must master.

However, since he doesn't want to wake up, don't let him wake up. Tie it up for me and throw away all his communication equipment. First, take it back to qingliangli headquarters and wait for childe Li to deal with it. "

Wang Dan faintly vomited his eyes and handed his camera to his men. "By the way, try to wash out all the photos inside. After all, it's the job of the dead dog. There must be a lot of good things in it."

"Yes, where are you going next?"

"The soldiers are divided into two ways. They ask some brothers to go to club D and spend money to buy exo's black material. Well, they also buy T-ara's, but it's not black material, but the evidence of washing white. This is what childe Li specially told to give to brother 9.

As for the price, there is no need to bargain. Remember that the more fierce the material is, the better. It's best to turn the circle upside down in the recent period.

On the other hand, I left a few people to go to Empire entertainment with me and meet president Song Jifan. "

"Yes ~ ~"

Sitting back on the bus, Wang Dan threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, looked back at the bruised paparazzi, and a touch of irony flashed in his eyes.

Although the underworld can't see the light, it is at least everything bought by life. Paparazzi, who rely on secretly photographing and selling the privacy of public figures, are not as good as themselves in their eyes. At least they still have rules.

The two cars began to drive slowly from the underground parking lot of the airport towards the ground.

"It's hard. Let's meet and talk at Empire entertainment."

S... m, Li Xiuman's office, song Jifan hung up his phone and said respectfully to Li Xiuman, who was smoking in front of him, "director, things will happen earlier than we expected."

"Kris left?"

Li Xiuman put out the smoke in his hand and got up from the sofa with his waist.

"After sitting for too long, my waist is a little uncomfortable."

Song Jifan stepped forward and followed Li Xiuman with his hands on his back. "No, the toilet in the airport was tied away by Wang Danxi's people. The text message sent to me over there said that they planned to take Kris back to the cool for the time being."

"Wang Dan... Enmmmm, I heard he is Chinese?"

Li Xiuman recited Wang Dan's name in stiff Chinese, and the lens on his eye was bright.

"Yes, he was originally a middle-level leader under Li kanghuan Xi in Busan. Later, he retired for some reasons. Now he runs several nightclub hotels in qingliangli, ruicao district and Qingtan cave.

Although many people are very exclusive of his lineage, the evaluation of Wang Dan is surprisingly unified. Oh, the one from Xincun school also maintains a good friendship with him. "

Li Xiuman quietly listened to song Jifan's dictation of Wang Dan's face. The whole face was neither sad nor happy. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Is this Wang Dan... Trustworthy?"