Unconventional screenwriter

After greeting for a while.

The three of Cheng Ze...no... the two of them started to do business.

"Jin Chengze, xi, these things are not only looking new, but the most important thing is that they are all genuine products. Look at the dual-card recorder. When I was a teenager, it was a very valuable possession. Black-and-white TV is even more unnecessary. Said..." Talking about these things from the 1980s, Cui Zhongyong swept away his taciturn character, and said the words like a lianzhu.

Cui Zhongyong was born in 1975.

For everyone, the life from the age of 8 to 16 is extremely important in his life, and nostalgia is something that everyone cannot avoid.

Cheng Ze followed Cui Zhongyong while listening to his narration, while looking at the materials he had compiled in his hand, his eyes gleaming with thinking.

No one knew, the scripts in his mind were constantly improving, and many blank spaces were slowly being filled with the old things in the house.

"Cui Zhongyongxi, you also think the things Grandpa Zhang and his colleagues are in line with the items used by people in the 1980s, right."

"Yes, almost all of them are included. It can be said that people from all walks of life have them." Cui Zhongyong nodded heavily.

Cheng Ze nodded: "Well, after we go back, a group of us will have a meeting, and then we will make a specific list of props. We will come to Mr. Zhang to discuss whether to rent or buy directly when we need anything. But either way , We must take good care of these things then, know?"

"Inside, I promise that our equipment team won't cause any harm to these items." Cui Zhongyong nodded heavily, and no one saw him look at Jin Chengze with more certainty.

On the other side, Mr. Zhang, lying on the recliner, nodded slightly.

An Yinya and Grandma Cui chatted quietly, their eyes always looked at Cheng Ze, and they made a few hearty chuckles from time to time.

The face of Mr. Zhang, who was still a little happy, suddenly became cold.

Seeing the phone number from Park Hyemin, Cheng Ze said, "Cui Zhongyong, xi, I have a call to go out and pick it up, so please check it yourself first."

"Inside, Jin Chengze xi, go ahead." Cui Zhongyong's eyes were completely glued to the items in the house.

Game consoles, Leslie Cheung's CD records...

As soon as Cheng Ze walked out of the store, he saw a man in a white suit lying on the left, piled up sundries.

The man in the suit was pale and covered his abdomen with his hands tightly. A black knife was inserted into his abdomen, and the blood slowly dyed the white suit red.

"Boss, Miane, I didn't negotiate with them for the endorsement of Kolonsport. They finally chose to renew Lee Seung Gi."

Listening to Park Hyemin's apologetic voice, Cheng Ze slowly pursed his lips, "It's okay, Hyeminxi, don't blame yourself too much."

A look of struggle flashed in his eyes. If there were other people he might have gone, but he knew this person and even helped him.

In an instant, Cheng Ze quickly made a choice.

"Hui Minxi, I have something here, can we talk about it when we return to the company?" As he said, he immediately walked to the car and took out the spare blanket and long dark towel from inside.

"Inside."

After hanging up the phone, he quickly ran to the man in the suit and quickly tied the wound on his abdomen with a long towel.

Raising one of the arms of the man in the suit, Narazawa looked around and moved him quickly to the car.

Ning Zifeng looked at the person in front of him with his eyes wide open, his consciousness gradually blurred because of the excessive blood loss.

"who are you?"

He seems to have met this person.

Cheng Ze put Ning Zifeng whole person in the trunk, "It doesn't matter who I am at this time, what matters is where you go now is safer."

Although dizzy, Ning Zifeng also knew that this was not a time to hesitate. Once he was found by those people, he would lose his life.

"Gangbuk District, Chengbukdong..."

"Don't move in the trunk, I'll take you there right away." After pouring some water into the Ningzi air vent and covering it with a blanket, Cheng Ze quickly closed the trunk.

Cheng Ze didn't drive away immediately. He took a towel and wiped the blood stains on the trunk door.

As he drove out of the alley, Cheng Ze looked at the men in black walking by the sides of his car and couldn't help but clenched the steering wheel. He was not wearing a mask at this time.

The man in the silver suit who took the lead was a dark complexion and a sturdy man. He looked sharply at the situation inside Cheng Ze's car.

At this time, a yellow hair in the black team said, "It's Jin Chengze."

"Who is Kim Sung Taek?"

"Writer and actor, "The King of Bread" and "Secret Garden" were made by him."

"I have some impression of you saying that, but how do you know him? Didn't you expect that your kid is like this?"

"If you are your sister who talks about him 800 times every day, you know him."

Huang Maonan thought of saying in his ear every day, "Oba Cheng Ze is really handsome", "How come Oba Cheng Ze is so talented", "No way, I have to study hard like Oba Cheng Ze and be a good person" .

At the beginning, he was a bit uncomfortable with Kim Sung-taek. After all, when his older brother liked his sister, he was crazy and obsessed with a little boy who looked very imaginary, but then watched his sister who hated school began to pretend to read, uh, although Conservation hasn't increased.

In short, he still can't understand Jin Chengze.

"Parking ahead." The man in a silver-gray suit said solemnly, and he drove towards Cheng Ze's car.

At the same time, a crowd of black-clothed brothers also immediately surrounded them.

Cheng Ze looked nervously at the "social figures" running towards him through the rearview mirror, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Was it discovered?This is impossible, there is no trace of blood on his trunk door.

Is it a car search?Impossible, because any normal person would subconsciously think that he would not do this kind of adventure when he saw an artist?

Cheng Ze put his foot on the accelerator, but in the end, he still didn't step on it.

Because there was someone in the group of people in black riding a motorcycle, he couldn't run.

After stopping the car, Cheng Ze lowered the windows, but all the doors were locked.

He looked at the man in the silver-gray suit with "horror".

"can I help you?"

"Can you sign my little brother's sister?"

Cheng Ze breathed a sigh of relief instantly, Ma Lei really scared him to death.

"Yes, of course."

Cheng Ze took out a notebook from the car and said with a pen in his hand, "What is his sister's name?"

"Song Jae-seok, come here."

Hearing myself always yelling at myself, Song Zaixi ran over with a spirited soul. His head is still awkward now. Is there any benefit for entering hsh?

"Song Zaixi, what is your sister's name?"

"My sister's name is Ding Huiren."

"Is she fat?"

"Neither fat nor fat, especially thin. I'm thinking about losing weight lately, this dead girl." Although it was a scolding, watching Song Jae-seok's happy smile, everyone knew that their cousins ​​had a good relationship.

"Okay, then I write, pay attention to your body, eat more, study hard, and live hard, how about it?"

"Okay, but can you add one more sentence, wish you success in the early days?"

"Yes, is your sister a trainee?"

"Um, not yet, but I'm working hard on the interview." Thinking of An Huizhen, who participated in interviews with major companies with her sister, Song Jae-xi really didn't have much confidence in her.

Idols should be cute girls like Girls' Generation, Tara, Kara, and f(x).

"Well, it's finished, can you see if there is anything else to add?" Cheng Ze handed over the notebook.

"It's gone, it's gone." Song Jae-xi laughed happily, with a sentence added, "After you become an artist, you should enjoy the stage."

"Then can you return the notebook to me?" Cheng Ze said immediately, looking at Song Jae-xi who was about to leave.

He wrote important things in his notebook.

"Oh, sorry."

Put the notebook, when Cheng Ze was about to leave, the man in the suit said, "You were very nervous just now, why are you not nervous anymore."

"At first, anyone was scared to see a group of people around him? But later, when I saw that you were a good person to your subordinates, I didn't feel much scared anymore." Cheng Ze smiled.

The man in the silver-gray suit stared at Jin Sungze for a while, looking at him without the slightest dodge in his eyes. He took out a black business card from his suit pocket and handed it over, "I admire you very much."

"I don't add hsh." Cheng Ze said immediately.

"Hahaha." The black brothers laughed unconsciously.

"If you want to join us, we don't want you anymore. Not only is the goal big, the key is also weak."

Who can't help being weak???

Cheng Ze wants to refute, but he thinks it is better not to speak at this time for the five big and thick men in black.

If the man in the white suit in the trunk is still awake at this time, he will definitely spit out frantically: "Can you stop chatting and go quickly? My blood is going to drain."

"If you have any trouble in the future, call me and I will do your best to help you."

"Thank you." After receiving the black business card, Cheng Ze glanced at the name on it.

Song Zhihao.

However, does hsh have business cards now?

Song Zhihao looked at the car that Jin Chengze was slowly driving away, and he moved his nose slightly.

After driving out of the alley, Cheng Ze returned to the avenue and immediately accelerated towards Jiangbei District.

No one knew, his back was soaked.