Chapter 620 A Tasteful Metaphor

It was a sensitive time. Last night, Basuko truth temple was razed to the ground, and the hotel was robbed again. How could Fang Zheng not think too much?

Local Tyrant still hadn't reacted.

Fang Zheng had already rushed into the elevator and went upstairs.

As a result, after getting out of the elevator, Fang Zheng ran into the rest of the crew in the corridor, checking each other's losses. When Fang Zheng saw them, these people also saw Fang Zheng.

"Fang Zheng, go back to your room and see if you have lost any important financial information. The hotel has already called the police. The police will come to register the loss of everyone's property later." Someone was concerned.

Fang Zheng thanked him and ran to his guest room without delay.

Drip.

Hotel room card.

Fang Zheng swiped his room card and opened the door. As soon as he entered the room, he did not check his other belongings, but went straight to the bathroom next to the entrance.

The hotel bathroom is connected to the wardrobe. There are irons, hangers, bathrobes, shoe racks, belt racks, etc. After all, this is a high-end hotel, and the film crew has so many stars, it is impossible to live in a shabby place, and on the side of the wardrobe, there are umbrella racks, long handle umbrellas, folding umbrellas, which can be used in general.

High-end hotels are well designed in detail.

When he saw that the long black umbrella on the umbrella rack was still safe and sound, Fang Zheng's heart, which had been hanging, dropped.

This black umbrella was the same umbrella that Fang Zheng had brought out with Local Tyrant the night before yesterday.

Even if all the belongings in the guest room were stolen, it was not as valuable as this umbrella.

Just as fang zheng used his skillful force to twist back and forth, the handle of the black umbrella was pulled out by Fang Zheng. Suddenly, there was no skeleton and keel in the black umbrella, only a long and thin knife wrapped in the plastic sheet of the umbrella.

The silver knife was disguised as this black umbrella by Fang Zheng.

Just as Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, his fourteen runes were still there, and when he did not lose them, Local Tyrant's anxious knock on the door came from outside the guest room. It was Local Tyrant who followed up the stairs, asking Fang Zheng if he was okay. Did you lose anything?

Fang Zheng looked around the guest room. The suitcase had been rummaged and nothing else seemed to have been lost except cash.

The next step was for the police to come to the hotel, take notes, record everyone's losses, and find that the lost items were all money, cell phones and other valuables, with two dark circles under their eyes, like the police who stayed up all night last night, yawning, directly classified as ordinary burglary.

Looking at the policeman's tired expression, it should be the big explosion last night, which kept the whole city's police up all night and busy until the day.

At five or six in the evening, it was dinner time. The crew received a call from the police station. The Xianluo police said on the phone that the thief had been found.

It turned out that there were cleaners in the hotel who were in debt because of gambling, so they took the risk. The police pulled out the hotel surveillance video and quickly locked in the suspect.

However, the thief had already escaped from the city, and the police force in the city was in short supply, and the local government was so busy that there was no time to deal with such ordinary petty theft for the time being.

Just ask the crew to wait for the announcement.

"The security here is too bad, doesn't it mean that it's just a matter of telling us that the thief will never be caught and the stolen property will never be found? Let's give up early."

"That's right. The service is so poor that we don't even come. Just one phone call and we're dismissed. No matter what we say, we're also international friends."

When the phone hung up, everyone at the dinner table was filled with indignation.

"Fang Zheng, why don't you say anything? What do you think about this?" Someone at the table asked Fang Zheng.

It was like asking, yuan fang, what do you think?

Fang Zheng, who was wolfing down his food, saw a table full of people turning their eyes to him, including the director, assistant director, and star, including Ye Qianqi, all looking at himself. Fang Zheng first finished the fried noodles on the knife and fork, chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth, and then answered with a serious expression: "This time the thief was caught so quickly, it tells us a very profound truth."

Hat?

A table full of black question marks.

We're asking you what you think of the Xianluo police and how you got involved with the thief.

"What's the point?" Someone asked in a daze.

Fang Zheng: "The old ancestor said' the rabbit doesn't eat the grass near the nest' and' the rabbit doesn't poop near the nest'. It seems very reasonable."

Everyone: ..."

Enough mud.

Mud playing kai.

Let's not have a good dinner, and look at the grains of bright yellow corn in the fried rice. Do you know what's going on in our minds right now?

How do you expect us to look straight at fried rice with corn kernels?

"If this thief didn't poop near his nest, how could he be caught by a hunter... Eh, what are everyone's eyes? Don't you all look at the animal world? Rabbits never poop near their nest, or else they would be targeted by hounds and carnivores." Fang Zheng noticed that everyone stopped eating. They all looked at themselves with an expression of hopelessness and explained innocently.

"So in the future, rabbits have to run far if they want to poop. Rabbits have to eat grass. Don't stay near the nest."

"...

Don't pull me, either of you. I'm going to beat Fang Zheng up today.

Hmm?

Why didn't anyone pull me?

Fang Zheng, I'm telling you, it's a good thing that you met the prime minister today who can push the boat. Otherwise, you wouldn't have survived two episodes in real life.

How do you compare it?

This metaphor has a pungent smell!

At this point, even the director's mouth twitched as he looked down at the yellow, green, thick, thin, and caked fruit platters on the plate, and his appetite was gone.

At this moment, everyone was sulking and decided to ignore Fang Zheng.

They were really afraid of Fang Zheng's dirty words.

Although it makes sense, we have to be elegant. This is a high-end dinner, how can we talk about that word...

Whoever mentions that word again, we will be anxious with them!

Even Ye Qianqi, who was at the same table, changed to charcoal for seafood and juice.

It's a fruit juice like water.

It's not that freshly squeezed juice.

In fact, Fang Zheng mainly wanted to be quiet. He still had work to do at night. He couldn't keep talking to these people, could he?

He was still thinking about how to leave this boring meal early.

So he deliberately changed the phrase "A rabbit doesn't eat grass near its nest" into a tasteful metaphor...

And that little money loss, the other party was not distressed, he was the most valuable silver knife.

If the silver knife was stolen, Fang Zheng would still be calm.

A rabbit can jump over a wall in a hurry!

In order to distract themselves, a table of people did not waste a table of food, so they began to divert their attention and began to shift to other topics.

It was a high-end meal.

The people who could sit at the same table as the director were all the dignitaries on the set, and the high-end dinner discussions were, of course, high-end, hidden topics.

"Do you think the explosion at the temple of truth in basuko had anything to do with the previous incident..."

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