Chapter 393

This roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned his head to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties with disheveled hair and a haggard face. He was glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this thin man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the man's name, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Who am I?" The skinny man yelled at Han Jian, "You black-hearted reporter whose conscience was eaten by dogs, you ruined my Shangguan family, and you don't even remember who I am?"

"Shangguan's house?" A flash of light flashed in Han Jian's mind, then he stared at the thin man carefully for a while, and asked in surprise, "Are you Shangguan Yong?"

"Do you finally remember me now?" The thin man, namely Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred.

"Of course I remember, aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who used expired ingredients to make pastries?" Han Jian was a little disdainful, "What? You have something to do with me?"

In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember everyone he reported on, and the reason why he didn't recognize Shangguan Yong for a while was because almost half a year had passed, and this Shangguan Yong's image had changed too much, but Shangguan As soon as Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered it. After all, the surname Shangguan is actually not common.

"I didn't use expired materials. You bastard took other people's money and deliberately smeared me!" Shangguan Yong yelled at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous black-hearted reporter, you only care about collecting money for yourself, and you don't care about it at all. Responsible, you caused my ancestral pastry shop to close down, you caused my wife to be separated, I will fight you today!"

After Shangguan Yong said this, he took his hand that had been placed behind his back to the front, and then everyone in the newspaper office couldn't help but exclaimed, because they all saw that Shangguan Yong was actually holding a pig-killing knife in his hand!

Han Jian's face also changed slightly, he took a step back subconsciously, but immediately realized that there was no retreat behind him, so he forced a smile, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstood, I The report was only based on the facts I saw, I did find out that your pastry shop used expired ingredients, as to whether you were framed by others, then I don’t know.”

"Fart!" Shangguan Yong roared, "Han Jian, I have already asked someone to investigate you, you are a fucking black-hearted reporter who collects money to write reports that hurt people!"

While speaking, Shangguan Yong approached Han Jian with a butcher's knife. Judging by his posture, it seemed that he was really planning to kill someone.

"Then, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really never took money from others. I only wrote the report because a customer in your store called me..." Han Jian's expression was a little pale, and his mouth was still He couldn't help explaining that he really wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run, because he was worried that Shangguan Yong would attack immediately if he ran, so he could only delay as much as possible, hoping that someone had already called the police, so that when the police came After that, he is basically safe.

"Fart!" Shangguan Yong brandished the butcher's knife, quite agitated, "You confiscated the money? Your family has two luxury houses of 200 square meters. Although you only drive a Honda, your wife drives an Audi A8." , your wife hasn’t worked yet, you are a reporter, if you confiscate black money, where did you get so much money?”

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Han Jian together, and everyone else in the newspaper seemed a little surprised, Han Jian is so rich? If what Shangguan Yong said is true, then Han Jian may have a problem. Although reporters are not low-income people, luxury houses and luxury cars are not something a reporter can afford.

"I, I don't have that much money... You must have made a mistake..." Han Jian still denied it.

"Han Jian, I have asked a private investigator to investigate everything about you very clearly. You claim to be a righteous reporter, but you do all kinds of bad things in private. I have nothing left anyway. Now I will treat it as a crime for the people. !" Shangguan Yong was obviously impatient with Han Jian's explanation, he stopped hesitating, and stabbed Han Jian with a butcher's knife. In his heart, there was still a thought, he was not killing people, he was killing Pig, no, this Han Jian is not even as good as a pig!

There was a burst of exclamation from the newspaper office, and Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, screamed even more. Han Jian's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and he wanted to hide, but under the great fear, at this moment his body Unexpectedly, he was completely out of control, and he just stood there without moving, watching the butcher's knife stab his chest.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Han Jian's chest, there was only one thought in Han Jian's mind: "It's so fucking worthless to lose your life for 10,000 yuan."

The so-called 10,000 yuan was really Han Jian's reward for reporting on Shangguan Yong's pastry shop. Of course, it was not Shangguan Yong who asked him to report, but someone who had a grudge against Shangguan Yong, and that person just used After paying such 10,000 yuan, Shangguan Yong's family was smashed into pieces.

"Hey, wait a while before killing!" At this moment, a displeased voice came over.

The expected pain did not come, Han Jian couldn't help but opened his eyes, looked down, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. His current butcher's knife was less than one centimeter away from his chest.

In addition to being terrified, Han Jian was very fortunate, because he saw two fingers pinching the butcher's knife. It was these two fingers that prevented the butcher's knife from going any further. At this moment, Han Jian had no time to go. Thinking about why these two fingers could hold the knife, he just quickly looked up at the owner of those two fingers, wondering who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin boy, about 170 centimeters in height, dressed in casual clothes, looking ordinary and nothing special.

"Who are you? Why do you help this kind of bastard?" Shangguan Yong looked at the boy angrily at the moment. He wanted to pull back the butcher's knife, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.

"My name is Xia Tian, ​​summer in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the best sky in the world." The young man glanced at Shangguan Yong, "Do you want to kill this guy?"

"That's right, I'm going to stab this bastard to death!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.

"Oh, then wait a minute, I want to ask this guy a question first." Xia Tian turned to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy named Long Jian you?"

"You, what are you looking for with Changjian?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. Changjian was the pseudonym he used in Jianghai Express.

"What do you care what I'm looking for him for?" Xia Tian was a little unhappy, "Quickly tell me, don't you?"

"He is the bastard Changjian. His real name is Han Jian, and his pen name in the newspaper is Changjian!" Shangguan Yong suddenly added, "Now that you know, let me kill this bastard, right?"

Xia Tian shook his head: "No."

"So you are the same as this bastard reporter!" Shangguan Yong was suddenly furious.

Xia Tian stared at Shangguan Yong dissatisfied: "Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense, who is the same as that guy? If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you!"

"If you weren't with him, why did you help him?" Shangguan Yong asked angrily.

"You have a brain problem, when did I help him?" Xia Tian said angrily.

Shangguan Yong was almost furious. This guy even blocked the knife for others, but he still said he didn't help Han Jian?

"If you hadn't grabbed the knife, I would have killed the bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.

Xia Tian nodded: "That's right, if I don't grab the knife, you will kill this idiot. If you want to kill this idiot, how can I beat him?"

Speaking of this, Xia Tian sent two fingers slightly, and Shangguan Yong suddenly couldn't stand still, and stepped back a few steps.

"Hey, idiot, did you write this article?" Xia Tian took out a newspaper from his pocket, it was Jiang Hai Express, and then pointed to the headline on the front page and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it's me, may I ask you..." Han Jian didn't realize for a while, why the lifesaver seemed to want to settle accounts with him.

"It's just you." Xia Tian raised his hand suddenly, and the newspaper suddenly became hard, and then, the newspaper slapped Han Jian's cheek fiercely.

"Crack!" The newspaper slapped Han Jian's face with a crisp sound.

"Ugh!" Han Jian groaned in pain.

Everyone else in the newspaper office was stunned. What's going on?

Shangguan Yong, who was about to rush over again with the butcher's knife, was also there in a daze. What was this man doing? Don't let him kill Han Jian, but beat Han Jian here?

"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian was still a little dizzy.

"Because you idiot said bad things about my wife!" Xia Tian took the newspaper and fanned it again.

"Uh!" Han Jian let out another scream, he stroked his cheek and backed away again and again, "You, who is your wife?"

"My wife, she is the most beautiful policewoman, cold!" Xia Tian came to Han Jian in a flash, and then slapped him with a newspaper.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the newspaper understood that it was the headline report today that caused the trouble.

"Hey, why are you like this? We reporters have the right to report, how can you beat people casually?" At this time, Fang Chan shouted angrily, seeing her idol being beaten so badly , she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally, she threatened, "I have already called the police, and the police will come right away!"

"Who dares to speak ill of my wife, I'll hit him, I don't care if he is a reporter." Xia Tian answered disapprovingly, and then the newspaper fell on Han Jian's face, and at this time, Han Jian's face was already Swollen more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

"Hey, Leng Bingbing can do those shameless things, and don't let people say...uh..." Before Fang Chan finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain from her lower abdomen, and then her whole body flew into the air and fell heavily .