This roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper office, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties with disheveled hair and a face. Haggard, now glaring at Han Jian.
"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this thin man looked familiar, but he could not remember his name or where he had seen him.
"Who am I?" the thin man roared at Han Jian, "You are a black-hearted reporter whose conscience has been eaten by dogs. You destroyed my Shangguan family and you don't even remember who I am?"
"Shangguan family?" A flash of inspiration flashed in Han Jian's mind, and 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, Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred in his eyes.
"Of course I remember. Aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who uses expired materials to make snacks?" Han Jian was a little disdainful, "What? You have something to do with me?"
In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember every person he reported on, and the reason why he didn't recognize Shangguan Yong for a while was just because almost half a year had passed, and the image of Shangguan Yong had changed too much, but Shangguan Yong As soon as Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered it. After all, the surname Shangguan was actually not very common.
"I didn't use expired materials. You bastard took other people's money and deliberately came to discredit me!" Shangguan Yong yelled at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous black-hearted reporter, you only care about collecting money for yourself, and you don't do anything about it." Be responsible, you caused my ancestral pastry shop to close down, you caused my wife to be separated, I will fight with you today!"
After Shangguan Yong said this, he took his hand that had been placed behind his back in front of him. Then, everyone in the newspaper office couldn't help but exclaimed, because they all saw that Shangguan Yong actually held a butcher's knife in his hand!
Han Jian's expression also changed slightly. He subconsciously took a step back, but immediately realized that there was no way to retreat. He could only force out a smile and said in the gentlest tone possible: "Shangguanyong, you misunderstood Yes, I only wrote the report based on the facts I saw. I did find that your pastry shop used expired ingredients. As for whether you were framed by others, I don’t know."
"Fart!" Shangguan Yong roared angrily, "Han Jian, I have asked someone to investigate you. You are just a fucking black-hearted reporter who specializes in getting paid to write reports and harm people!"
As Shangguan Yong spoke, he approached Han Jian with a butcher's knife. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he was really planning to kill someone.
"Well, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really haven't received anyone else's money. I only wrote the report because the customers in your store called me..." Han Jian's expression was a little pale, and he still said He couldn't stop explaining that he wanted to run away, but he didn't dare to run because he was worried that Shangguan Yong would immediately take action if he ran away, so he could only delay as much time as possible, hoping that someone would call the police, so that he could wait until the police arrived. After that, he was basically safe.
"Fart!" Shangguan Yong waved the butcher's knife and was very excited, "You didn't take the money? Your family has two 200-square-meter mansions. Although the car you drive is just a Honda, your wife drives an Audi A8 , your wife is not even working yet, and you are a reporter, if you confiscate the black money, where will you get so much money?"
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Han Jian at the same time. Others in the newspaper office looked a little surprised. Han Jian is actually so rich? If what Shangguan Yong said is true, then Han Jian may really have a problem. Although reporters are not low-income people, luxury houses and luxury cars are not something that a reporter can afford.
"I, I don't have that much money... You must have made a mistake..." Han Jian was still denying.
"Han Jian, I have hired a private detective to investigate everything about you clearly. You claim to be a righteous reporter, but you have done all kinds of bad things in private. I have nothing anyway, so now I am just cleaning up harm for the people. !" Shangguan Yong was obviously impatient with Han Jian's explanation. He no longer hesitated and stabbed Han Jian with the butcher's knife. In his heart, he still had the thought that he was not killing people; Pig, no, this Han Jian is not even as good as a pig!
There was a burst of exclamation in the newspaper office, and Fang Chan, who was relatively close to Han Jian, let out a scream. Han Jian's face turned extremely pale in an instant. He wanted to hide, but under the huge fear, at this moment His body was completely out of control, and he just stood there, motionless, watching helplessly as the butcher knife stabbed his chest.
At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Han Jian's chest, Han Jian only had this thought in his mind: "It's really not worth losing your life for ten thousand yuan."
The so-called ten thousand yuan was really Han Jian's reward for reporting Shangguan Yong's pastry shop. Of course, the person who asked him to report was not Shangguan Yong, but someone who had a grudge against Guan Yong, and that person just used For such ten thousand yuan, Shangguan Yong's family was broken into pieces.
"Hey, wait and kill later!" At this moment, an unhappy voice came over.
The expected pain did not come. Han Jian couldn't help but open his eyes, looked down, and broke into a cold sweat. The butcher's knife was now less than one centimeter away from his chest.
Although frightened, Han Jian was very lucky because he saw two fingers holding the pig-butchering knife. It was these two fingers that prevented the pig-butchering 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, more than 170 centimeters tall, dressed in casual clothes. He looked ordinary and nothing special.
"Who are you? Why do you want to help such a bastard?" Shangguan Yong looked at the boy angrily at this moment. He wanted to withdraw the butcher's knife, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.
"My name is Xia Tian, the summer of 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, 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 Chang Jian you?"
"What are you doing with Changjian?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. Changjian was the pen name he used in Jianghai Express.
"What do you care about what I want to do with him?" Xia Tian was a little unhappy, "Hurry up and tell me, right?"
"He is that bastard from Changjian. His real name is Han Jian, and his pen name in the newspaper is Changjian!" Shangguan Yong suddenly answered, "Now that you know, can you let me kill this bastard?"
Xia Tian shook his head: "No."
"It turns out that you and this bastard reporter are the same as each other!" Shangguan Yong was immediately furious.
Xia Tian glared at Shangguan Yong with dissatisfaction: "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, then why did you help him?" Shangguan Yong asked angrily.
"There's something wrong with your brain. When did I help him?" Xia Tian said angrily.
Shangguan Yong was almost furious. This guy had already blocked someone else's knife, but he actually said he didn't help Han Jian
"If you hadn't caught the knife, I would have killed this bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.
Xia Tian nodded: "That's right, if I don't catch the knife, this idiot will be killed by you. If you want to kill this idiot, how can I beat him?"
Speaking of this, Xia Tian pushed his two fingers slightly hard, and Shangguan Yong suddenly became unsteady and took a few steps back.
"Hey, idiot, you wrote this thing, right?" Xia Tian took out a newspaper from his pocket, it was Jianghai Express, and then pointed to the front page headline and asked Han Jian.
"Yes, it's me, may I ask you..." Han Jian didn't realize why his savior seemed to want to settle a score with him.
"As long as it's you." Xia Tian suddenly raised his hand, and the newspaper suddenly became erotic, and then, the newspaper slapped Han Jian's cheek hard.
"Pa!" The newspaper slapped Han Jian on the face, making a crisp sound.
"Uh!" Han Jian groaned in pain.
Everyone else in the newspaper office was stunned. What on earth is going on
Shangguan Yong, who was holding a butcher's knife and was about to pounce again, was also stunned. What on earth was this man doing? You don't want him to kill Han Jian, but you beat Han Jian here
"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian is still a little dizzy.
"Because you idiot said bad things about my wife!" Xia Tian took the newspaper and slapped her again.
"Uh!" Han Jian let out another scream. He stroked his cheek and backed away, "Who is your wife?"
"My wife is the most beautiful policewoman sister, Leng Bingbing!" Xia Tian dodges in front of Han Jian, and then slaps him with a newspaper.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the newspaper office understood that it was today's headline report that was causing 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 from the side, seeing her idol being beaten so badly , she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally, she threatened, "I have called the police, and the police will be here soon!"
"I will beat anyone who dares to speak ill of my wife. I don't care if he is a reporter." Xia Tian replied disapprovingly, and then the newspaper fell on Han Jian's face again. At this time, Han Jian's face had already It was swollen and looked more like a pig's head than a pig's head.
"Hey, Leng Bingbing can do those shameless things, and let's not let people say... uh..." Before Fang Chan could finish her words, she felt a sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen, and then she flew up into the air and fell heavily.