Brother Feng still answered succinctly, "Yes."
Ling Lang didn't expect to face Feng Hao's family alone on this occasion, and he didn't even know what the other party's attitude towards him was, and he didn't know what to say, so he simply kept silent.
Brother Feng is not a person who talks a lot. The two of them looked at each other silently and looked at each other calmly.
Just a Ling Lang was enough to make the reporter feel that the air pressure was low. At this moment, a seal was added, and the temperature plummeted to zero.
He felt that he was about to freeze, and hurriedly came out to smooth things out, "Ah, Mr. Feng, it's not the appointed time yet, you're so early."
Brother Feng then focused his attention on him, "Is it inconvenient now?"
"No, of course it's convenient. Teacher Ling's interview has just ended," the reporter waved.
Only then did Ling Lang realize that Feng Hao's brother was also interviewed by the magazine. Could it be that this time the topic is to interview the entire crew, including Shenyin's producer
Brother Feng gave Ling Lang a slight nod, turned and walked to the room where he was interviewing just now. The reporter didn't know whether to continue sending Ling Lang, or to catch up quickly. The close button was pressed.
When the reporter chased into the room, Brother Feng was already standing there reading the interview manuscript just now, and when he saw Ling Lang commenting on the new film, he sneered disdainfully, and threw the notes back to their original place.
The reporter hurriedly turned the page, "It's scribbled, it made you laugh."
Brother Feng calmly sat down on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, "Let's start."
If Ling Lang felt unapproachable to reporters, then Brother Feng gave reporters an inexplicable sense of oppression just by sitting there. He tremblingly asked a few predetermined questions, and the topic inevitably involved the investment of the other party. on several films.
"Mr. Feng has never been involved in the entertainment industry before, why did he suddenly become interested in making movies, and invested in four films in a row, and has already started filming the fifth film?"
Of course, what's even weirder is that the protagonists of each film are the same, of course he didn't say this.
"I'm just entrusted by others, just in my name," Brother Feng replied lightly.
The reporter did not expect him to answer so straightforwardly, so he asked directly, "Who is entrusting him?"
"No comment."
"Isn't what you did to make your brother popular in the entertainment industry?"
Brother Feng shook his head, "What is he playing, I have no interest at all."
"Then what do you think about the films that you invested in and starred in your younger brother?"
"I didn't watch."
The reporter was startled, "You didn't watch? Why?"
"No coupons."
reporter:"… "
"Then what do you think about your brother's relationship?" This is a person who has the heart to gossip. Although it is seriously inconsistent with the style of the magazine, the reporter still wants to take advantage of his position to gossip.
"I said, it's his business what he's happy to do. Whether he wants to be a star or play a star, I'm not interested."
"Is he really your brother?" the reporter couldn't help asking.
"Do you think we look alike?" Brother Feng asked back.
The reporter looked at it carefully and nodded solemnly, "It's very similar."
"Looking like doesn't mean anything."
The reporter's eyes widened, as if he knew some shocking gossip.
"But he is indeed my brother."
reporter:"… "
Brother Feng glanced at his watch, "You asked me to ask about these boring topics? I remember that the topic of the interview proposed by your magazine was not this one."
The reporter hurriedly sat upright and honestly guided the topic back to the original direction.
"Then about your management philosophy..."
When Ling Lang returned home, Feng Hao, who had originally said that he would be waiting for him at home, was not at home. He picked up his mobile phone and remembered that he did not have the phone number of the other party at all.
He dialed the agent's phone, and there was a voice message that the user had turned off.
The agent at this time has already started his great tracking career. His equipment is not professional, and he cannot continue to capture the signal if he is more than three kilometers away from the target, so he must race against time to follow the red dot's advancing route.
Contrary to his expectations, the red dot stopped after about a quarter of an hour, and the agent came to the door of an unknown building. Could this be Feng Hao's lair
He parked the car in an inconspicuous corner and walked cautiously into the building with the tracker. The red dot on it had long since stopped, indicating that the other party's car was already parked here, but he couldn't find it. to the trace of the black sedan.
The agent walked in the building for a long time, but he didn't see anyone. He touched the rooms one by one, and finally there was a conversation in a certain room, and one of the voices was Feng Hao.
"After so long, you still haven't asked?"
Although Feng Hao's voice was correct, the tone of voice was very different from usual. The door of the room was not closed tightly. The manager secretly looked in through the crack of the door. Who was the pervert who attacked Ling Lang that day
"I'm sorry," the bodyguard said respectfully with lowered eyes, "no matter how much we pressed him, he insisted on the previous reason."
Feng Hao picked up a stack of documents on the table, "A mental patient, would he prepare such complete case documents to exonerate himself before committing the murder?" I don't see any normal people among you anymore."
The bodyguard lowered his head and didn't say a word, but the murderer laughed three times, and then suddenly withdrew his smile, and said fiercely, "Hurry up and let me go, or I will sue you for abusing lynching!"
"Abusing lynching?" Feng Hao smiled, "I'm afraid you haven't seen what lynching is."
He clapped his hands, and immediately a bodyguard brought a bottle, exactly the same as the infusion bottle the murderer used when he attacked Ling Lang that day.
The bodyguard put the bottle on the table, put on plastic gloves, took out a few drops of the transparent liquid from the bottle with a straw, and dripped it onto the gauze beside him. The gauze was immediately carbonized to form a black hole.
How could the murderer not understand this, his face changed immediately, "What are you doing?"
The bodyguard took out another nine identical bottles and quickly mixed the previous ones with them. The murderer's eyes widened, but he was dazzled by the rapid movements of his hands, not knowing which one was the bottle containing the sulfuric acid.
Another bodyguard brought up a pair of gloves, and Feng Hao put them on gracefully. No one would associate his actions with the murder. Those who didn't know, thought he was going to do something elegant next.
"Nine bottles are glucose. I don't think you know what the other bottle is. Maybe you have nine chances, but it's also possible that you don't have one." Feng Hao's hand swiped over the ten bottles at a constant speed, each time When there was a sign of stopping, the murderer was stunned, "How about you choose it yourself, or shall I choose it for you?"
The murderer's face turned pale, "You, don't mess around!"
"It seems that you want me to help you decide," he picked up the bottle on the far right, "willing to help."
"No!" The murderer thought that Feng Hao was just trying to scare him. Who knew that the other party would pour all the liquid in the bottle without saying a word. After tasting the sweetness of the liquid in his mouth, he finally realized that this person was not actually like him. It looks so innocuous on the surface.
"Good luck, come again," Feng Hao didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe at all, and then picked up the second bottle of glucose again, but this time the murderer was already trembling with fright.
"The third bottle."
Seeing that the other party was about to make another move, the murderer shouted loudly, "No! No! I said! I said!"
Feng Hao's hand stopped.
"I'm not a pervert, someone asked me to do this!"
"Who?"
The murderer began to hesitate. Seeing that the other party was going to splash again, he hurriedly shouted out, "It's President Yi! It's President Yi who wants me to do it!"
Bang—the door was kicked open at once, and the agent rushed in with a gust of wind, grabbing the collar of the murderer, "What did you say? Say it again!"
"It was Mr. Yi who asked me to pretend to be a pervert to attack Ling Lang." Since the murderer had already made a move, he made a move to the end, "Everything in my house is a cover-up set up by Mr. Yi, and the case is also fabricated by him. He said that as long as there are these I won't be sentenced, and he will give me a lot of money... I'm telling the truth, you can go check my account if you don't believe me!"
"We have already checked your account," Feng Hao said.
"It's not that, I have another one! Opened in my ex-wife's name!"
Feng Hao winked, and the bodyguards immediately walked out knowingly.
The manager shook off him and picked up the case reports scattered on the ground. The more he saw it, the more angry he became. With this evidence, even if he was brought to court, he could still be convicted for mental reasons. If Feng Hao didn't get him, I'm afraid he's out of the loop by now.
"Damn, this old man named Yi is not dead yet," the agent Chong Feng Hao spread out his hands, "Bring the gloves!"
"What are you doing!" The murderer showed fear, "I've already recruited!"
The agent said angrily, "If I don't pour out all these bottles, it will be hard to dispel the hatred in my heart!"
The fourth bottle was still glucose, but the culprit could not know because he had already fainted from fright.
"It's really bad people who have a lot of lives and ruin thousands of years," the manager didn't know who he was scolding, he took off his gloves and threw it on the table, but he also saw something familiar on it.
He then remembered how abruptly his appearance was, and looked at Feng Hao, who was watching the show with his hands in his pockets, "Hey, what a coincidence, I actually met you here."
Feng Hao casually glanced at the positioning transmitter on the table, "If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me directly, there is no need to play with these tricks, and in this matter, I think you should be on a united front with me. Up."
The agent knew that his actions were under the control of the other party from the beginning, so he could only smile awkwardly, but he soon couldn't laugh when he remembered what the murderer had said before.
His expression was solemn, "I thought that the old man named Yi had died a long time ago, at least he hid far away and never dared to come back. I didn't expect that after more than ten years, he still had the courage to come out and make waves."
Seeing that Feng Hao didn't ask, he took the initiative to say, "The surnamed Yi had a grudge with Ling Lang a long time ago. He hated Ling Lang deeply. If he was still alive, he would never let it go."
"Is it the boss of Yi's back then?"
The agent was surprised that the surnamed Yi was a well-known person back then, but since Mr. Mo wiped it out, his business collapsed overnight. Up to now, not many people can call him by his name, let alone It was a young man like Feng Hao.
"You know?" the agent asked in surprise.
"I've heard of it," Feng Hao replied lightly.
"He..." The manager frowned, wondering if he should tell Feng Hao about this past, "He tried to unspoken rules for Ling Lang back then, and Ling Lang was still a rookie at that time."
Feng Hao waited quietly for a long time, "Then what?"
"It didn't work, Ling Lang kicked him into a maim." Feeling that the word maim was not enough, he added, "One knee was in the middle of the bottom, and it was sent to the hospital without being rescued. In the end, it became an egg. "
He frowned subconsciously when he said this.
Later, if Mr. Mo hadn't suddenly intervened, I'm afraid Ling Lang would have spent the rest of his life in prison, and it was at that time that he was entrusted by Mr. Mo to become Ling Lang's manager.
He would never forget to see Ling Lang's first face in the detention center. The young man's eyes were completely different from those of the entertainers who had been in the entertainment industry for a few years. It was impossible to connect him with his deeds just by looking at his appearance.
-Who are you
—I am your agent.
The young Ling Lang raised his head and stared at him with dark eyes. The eyes in those days were still the same clear.
This matter belongs to the old secret history, not to mention the media, almost no one in the entire entertainment industry knows about it. Mr. Mo even wiped Ling Lang's case so thoroughly that no one who wants to investigate it can find it.
After that, Yilidan quickly disappeared from people's sight. The manager thought that he had been expelled from the world by Mr. Mo long ago. He didn't expect that he was still alive, and he didn't expect that he planned to take revenge on Ling Lang.
The agent woke up from his memories, Feng Hao had already walked to the door, "Leave this person to you, do whatever you like."
"Where are you going?" the agent asked loudly.
"Go home," Feng Hao suddenly stood still and turned around. His eyes were cold, and he seemed to imply murderous intent. He had only seen Feng Hao's agent like this in the movie.
"Also," he said, "don't let the senior know about this matter."