Sister, you miss me

"Xiao Feng, now I have to believe your vision. Five hundred thousand, worth."

"Not flattering?" Yang Feng asked with a smile.

"of course not."

"Don't you know? The half-million people are already on it."

"Not bad." Dracula paused and said, "Xiao Feng, I have an idea."

"Now that we have artists, we will raise the banner and formally establish a film and television entertainment company as a wholly-owned subsidiary of Fengxue Group."

"I have no opinion."

"Director Zhang talked to me about that movie, we talked very harmoniously."

"What's the result?"

"Director Zhang is also a great director at the international level. Money is just a bunch of numbers for him. What he wants is fame, and this coincides with us. So I decided to invest 500,000 yuan and let the film title us The name of the film and television company."

"Five hundred thousand, he can promise."

"No point, he has to agree, who made you a male pig's foot!"

"So, the name of our film company will start in Hollywood?"

"Isn't it? Think about it, I'm a little excited."

"What else?"

"temporarily unavailable."

"Then I'll talk about the situation, you prepare the materials."

"What kind of material."

"Listed on the Growth Enterprise Market."

"You have a way?"

"As long as the hard target is reached, it's a matter of one sentence."

"Xiao Feng, you have changed."

"what."

"Domineering, more and more of the leadership of a large group."

"Dracula, you don't shame me, in what life have you never seen it?"

"Okay, hang up, I'm about to start working."

"Okay, hard work." Yang Feng hung up with a smile, and said to Nie Hongye: "Xiao Chong, Xiao Gang, and Wen Shan will all write songs for you, which one do you prefer."

Before he finished speaking, Nie Hongye covered his mouth, and big tears rolled down.

...

On the morning of the last day of April, Jin Zishan answered a call in the dormitory and fell silent.

"The third child, eat breakfast and prepare for class. There are two big classes in the morning." Yang Feng saw the strangeness of Jinzishan.

"Yang Feng, go to a place with me." Jin Zishan took Yang Feng's hand and walked out.

"Hey, what are you doing, are you skipping class?"

Jin Zishan didn't answer, Yang Feng turned around and shouted: "Lao Wang, if you roll the call, I will answer for both of us."

"What if it is discovered?"

"Ask for leave!"

Inside Starbucks, the two sat opposite each other.

Jin Zishan let a cup of coffee cool down and didn't take a sip. His eyes drifted outside the window, as if there was no focus.

"Youngest, what happened?"

"Sometimes, I really want to be a child of an ordinary family, even if the family is running around for a living."

"Pretentious, this is the prince and princess disease."

Jin Zishan shook his head and looked at Yang Feng, his eyes burning: "Yang Feng, can I trust you?"

"I think so." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Tomorrow is the May Day holiday, what are your plans?"

"Uh, not yet."

"My father's 60th birthday, can you come back with me?"

"Am I... suitable? You should take a girl home."

Jin Zishan didn't smile, but looked at Yang Feng quietly.

"I...I'm fine, but am I going to go?"

Jin Zishan glanced around, then lowered his voice and said, "Father mentioned that once my uncle asks me to go home to celebrate my birthday, it means he has already started to act."

"What action?"

"Subvert the regime."

"What? Your uncle Kim Hyun Joon, he wants to subvert your father's regime."

Jin Zishan asked Yang Feng to lower his voice. He said, "Uncle did it once when he was young. Later, an honorable person helped him. He was unsuccessful. My father forgave him generously. Unexpectedly, he didn't give up."

"This is a political struggle. What role can I play as an outsider? Besides, since your father knows, why don't you act in advance to kill the crisis in the bud?"

"Father has his father's consideration. He may want to see the enemy in the party expose himself, and also to train me."

"Although you are distinguished, this is a cruel political struggle. If you are not careful, there will be no bones left."

"I understand, but I can't back down. I'm afraid, so I want to take you." Jin Zishan looked at Yang Feng, "Brother, are you afraid? Are you willing to live and die with me?"

"Don't look at me like this, I can't stand it." Yang Feng shook his head, "If you die, is it possible to become a martyr?"

"No! As you said, no bones will be left."

"What if you can't die? Share the same with you?"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"It seems that I have no future with you."

"It's a bleak future, a life of nine deaths."

"Just for the word'brother', do it!"

Jin Zishan turned red, grabbed Yang Feng's hand and shook it vigorously.

On the way back, Yang Feng asked Jin Zishan's birthday eight characters, Jin Zishan looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"I will count it as good or bad for you."

"You magic stick." Jinzi scolded with a smile.

"Say there are people who can't die, don't you dare to accept the result I calculated?"

"Who is afraid of who." Jin Zishan reported his birth date and time in one breath.

Yang Feng pretended to pinch, his eyes kept turning, and he was muttering words.

"Hey, god stick, is it bad or good?"

"Nine dead for a lifetime." Yang Feng opened his eyes and said depressed.

"I don't believe you calculated it."

"I don't believe it either, just use it for beginners and try it again."

"Come over? Which one shall prevail?"

"Of course it was a better time. Don't interrupt."

After a long while, Yang Feng opened his eyes, expressionless.

"Damn, fourth child, look at you with a bitter look, is there death or life this time?" Jin Zishan disapproved.

"Haha," Yang Feng laughed suddenly, disregarding Jin Zishan who was startled by him, and said: "Whether it is extremely peaceful this time, although there are many dangers, there is no danger."

"I wish." Jin Zishan sighed softly.

...

That night, Yang Feng opened the Tiandi Chinese website and saw that the book "Dead Qin" was still clearly visible on the front page. He clicked to enter the page and then clicked into the catalog. Only then did he find that Fang Jiuwen's writing was divided into the lower part, and the author The pen name Anonymous.

Yang Feng called Director Liao and asked about sales.

Director Liao replied: “Although some readers have abandoned the pit, the sales of various platforms have not dropped too much, and Dean Fang’s continued writing is still recognized by everyone.”

"That's good. You're busy." Yang Feng hung up and asked Fang Jiu to ask him, "Dean Fang, where's the code word?"

"Oh, I'm on your thief ship. It's easy to get on and off the ship!"

"The readers recognize you very much and appreciate your writing very much. You can create as much spiritual food as possible for everyone while ensuring work and rest."

"Don't confuse me, I just heard some curses."

"They scolded Anonymous."

"The Anonymous is not me anymore. Speaking of this pseudonym, Director Liao asked me at the time and I just said casually. He proposed the Anonymous, and I did not object."

"The pen name is just a code name. Readers are still looking at your text. It's normal to have curses. You don't need to pay attention to it. Even those Oscar-winning films are praises? Your grades are good. Of course, in the eyes of some people, I dare to pack votes. Many fans in the book review area are author’s vests."

"Director Liao also told me to ignore it. Listening to what you said, I understand. I want me to add more updates. I can't do it. However, I won't cut the update. I will follow Dong Yongcheng's thinking and give a story. Not bad ending."

"It's okay, I just ask, pay attention to the body, the body is the capital of the revolution."

After the call with Fang Jiuwen was over, Yang Feng thought for a while and had to say to Qin Xue. Unexpectedly, Qin Xue told him that he had no time to accompany him during the long vacation. Yang Feng asked why, Qin Xue said to follow Nie Hongye took a physique class together and looked up to the goddess.

Yang Feng was so happy and saved a lot of money, but when he announced his plan for a long vacation, a faint resentment flashed across Park Zhongsheng's face.

After having breakfast on May 1st, Yang Feng and Jin Zishan boarded the plane to Dandong.After three hours of flight, the plane landed at Dandong Airport.

The two of them came to the exit through the trestle bridge with their simple luggage. Three energetic Chinese tunic suits stood at the exit.Seeing Yang Feng, the three Chinese tunic suits couldn't help waving their hands in excitement.

They picked up their luggage and followed them to the parking lot. Two black cars with whistles were not domestic license plates.

After getting in the car, Yang Feng found that the so-called seat was like a sofa, with no comfort at all.

The two cars drove smoothly all the way through numerous barriers. After crossing the river, the mountains were bald and the land was barren.

"I want to visit Wencheng County." The silent Jin Zishan said suddenly.

"This..." the driver hesitated.

"This is an order." Jin Zishan raised the volume.

"Yes."

Half an hour later, the driver said: "Where there is a flood, there is no harvest of crops, people have eaten up bark and grass roots, and there are even food for crops."

"What!" Jin Zishan dared not imagine such a tragic situation.

Yang Feng swallowed and spit. This is not something that only happened in the old society. Thinking about it, he is relieved that this is not the motherland.

"People are crazy when they are hungry and crazy. They can do anything. It's dangerous, young master, or let's turn around."

"No, take a look. Am I still afraid of my people?" Jin Zishan paused and said, "Does the authorities just ignore it?"

"The chairman has listed Wencheng County as a military restricted zone."

"The military restricted zone is to let the common people fend for themselves?"

"This is what the chairman meant."

"I'm going to enter this military restricted zone instead."

"Would you like to consult the chairman."

"No, please see clearly, I will be your chairman in the near future."

At this moment, Yang Feng could feel the powerful aura exuded by Jin Zishan.

"Yes, the young master calms down, let's pass." The driver was frightened to death.

The car easily entered the military restricted zone. However, to ensure the safety of the Jinzishan, the person in charge of the military district sent a truck of soldiers to follow them. The trucks of soldiers were thin and faceless, even holding a bar. Strenuous.