Chapter 285

The blind girl went into a teahouse in Puzhen.

The name of the teahouse is very grand: Baishan is fragrant with water!

It's a teahouse. In fact, it's full of gamblers in the early morning.

Now, it's not the opening time, and there are no guests in the teahouse.

The lazy waiter seemed to know the girl. When he saw her coming in, he immediately jumped up and poured her a cup of the best spring tea before the rain.

Girl smile: "I am waiting for someone, please get some snacks."

The waiter rushed to get a whole pot of good tea, and then went to bring white melon seeds, preserved fruits, and a few plates of snacks, all of which were the best in the tea room.

The girl waited quietly.

Soon, a man in a suit came in, carrying a bag and chewing gum. His hairstyle was very artistic.

The man in suit sat down, pushed the tea to one side and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Smoking recklessly, the man in suit glanced at the blind girl and took out a document from his bag.

"Are you the producer of mengxiao company?" The blind girl coughed in a low voice.

"Well, I've introduced each other on the phone. I'm very busy. I'll tell you the result directly."

Mengxiao culture is also a first-class entertainment production company in mordu, and has cooperation with major satellite TV.

The producer opened the file: "for the song you wrote, let's talk about the lyrics first. I'm more direct..."

"... I think the wind is not a meeting, but a sadness on my back. The sad wind, the sadness of the wind... "

The producer sniffed with disdain: "look at the lyrics, saying that the ancient style is not the ancient style, that the fashion is not the fashion, and there is no popular element. It's not catchy to talk about saliva songs. "

The producer puffed out a cigarette ring: "you are blind. This is a selling point. You have good musical quality and can compose music. This is another selling point. Now the record industry is in a slump, but you have these selling points. As long as we create a miserable background story and sell it on the "voice of China", we can definitely make a c-spot debut. "

The producer was already excited: "don't think about the big sales of records. Which of the best-selling records these days is not about the stories behind them? You have to follow the route of blind women to make people feel sorry for you. I'll find the best songwriter to help you create a single, and I promise, it will definitely be popular. "

The girl shook her head and interrupted him: "this word is written by a friend of mine. I want to use his word."

The producer frowned, then sneered and lifted the cup in front of him.

A cup of herbal tea splashed on the girl's face.

"Do you know what it's like? It's the taste of dying out. " Producer hands on the table: "today is my day to extinguish your innocence, but it's better than the market pouring cold water on you in the future!"

The girl shivered and wiped the water on her face. She got up and ran out.

Although she was blind, she walked as if someone were guiding her way.

The producer frowned: "Damn, is it a fake blind man?"

Take a look at the dilapidated teahouse: "it's really bad luck to come all the way to such a dilapidated place as mindahuang..."

Still murmuring, behind is a sharp pain.

The taste of being splashed directly by boiling water is not acceptable to ordinary people.

The producer screamed, jumped, and turned to see the waiter in the teahouse, who was carrying a kettle and grinning.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The door of the teahouse was closed, and three men in vests came out from behind.

Plus the waiters, four people blocked the producer.

The producer looked at three strong men in black vests, especially their strange tattoos. He swallowed his saliva and laughed bitterly: "I'll pay right away, I'll pay right away."

"You don't have to pay for it, brother. We don't want money for our eldest lady's guests." The waiter held him down.

I heard the sound of footsteps, and an old man in a white coat came out.

His spirit is excellent. The buttons on his white coat are spotless. On the left side of his old-fashioned coat, the word "Changbai" is written!

And the old man's eyes were even more bright and terrible. When he walked around, the black pupil seemed to have a light shining.

The old man clasped his fist and laughed, with a Kanto accent: "offended."

The producer has been silly. Is this, which production group is shooting location?

But then, the old man had already stepped forward and punched him in the mouth.

The producer shivered with pain and all the broken teeth came out."Brother, how dare you splash my granddaughter?" The old man raised his eyes: "have you ever heard of the Changbai meeting in Puzhen?"

Where has the producer heard this? He screams and shakes his head.

The old man said, "give this brother a wake-up call!"

The waiter answered with a crisp voice, and the two waistcoat men took out a set of tattoo tools.

Soon after, the producer's face had been tattooed with four words, two of which were big words with "biesun" and two of which were small words with "Changbai!"

The old man laughed again: "give this brother another good hat!"

With a crash, green paint poured on the producer's head.

The door opens again!

The producer was wearing green paint, hopping and shaking, touching his mobile phone: "I want to call the police, I want to call the police, what the hell is this place? It's all hooligans."

Still touching the mobile phone, the whole person suddenly became stiff, and then, like being pulled by a rope, he was pulled to the alley with a Shua.

The producer looked up and saw the thin, melancholy boy.

"Are my lyrics really that bad?" Feng Bei leaned over and looked at him: "do you have any taste?"

Fingers gently shaking, micro particles traction producer, disappeared in the depths of the alley.

……

In the tea room.

The old man of Changbai society had already sat down, but he asked coldly, "the boy of Wang Donghai hasn't found him yet?"

The waiter bowed: "Mr. Du, it seems that Wang Donghai has been caught by MLM."

The old man was stunned: "who is so bold to engage in MLM in mindahuang? Which of the brothers of the four gangs and three associations doesn't hate MLM most. "

Waiter: what kind of brain mining organization is it

The old man patted the table: "what's the age of this? Are there still people digging black mines? Is there no legal system? "

Waiter embarrassed: "DUYE, it's not mining coal, it's mining bitcoin. You don't know that."

The old man said, "send someone to look for it again. Wang Donghai is taking our Changbai club's account book."

The waiter immediately lowered his voice: "it's a small U disk, which can be destroyed remotely."

The old man scratched his head: "it can't be destroyed. I can't remember those business contacts."

Then he shook his head: "Wang Donghai can't find... Does that Korean girl have any news?"

The attendant reported again: "Jin Jingyan disappeared after she got off the plane, but it must be in Puzhen. The last time I saw her, it was like she was in a greenhouse!"

The old man's eyes flashed: "isn't there a case in the greenhouse?"

The waiter came up to him and said, "the place is sealed. Brothers can't find out. Maybe, that woman has been killed."

The old man suddenly stood up: "check, find out for me, who is behind our Changbai meeting!"

The men left in a hurry.

The old man drank tea, and then said to the waiter: "Xiaoyu, the child... My parents left early, and I have such a granddaughter. Since she came up with any record, she would give me money to find a reliable company."

The waiter stooped away.

The old man took out his cell phone and dialed the number slowly.

We didn't get through.

He frowned and pointed to the screen.

After half a day of operation, I finally entered the voice message.

The old man snorted: "Sun Xiang, Secretary sun, don't answer my phone? I can tell you clearly that when I was able to cut you, today I can still beat your mother out of recognition. Don't talk nonsense. Let's make the case clear. I want to know who the dead people are in the shed! "

Hang up the phone, yawn, the old man stretched his arm, the whole body issued a strange sound.

He took a nap.

At this time, the melancholy boy appeared quietly.

Feng Bei carefully looked at the old man who was squinting and nodding: "these eyes are really good..."