She frowned slightly: "I'm going to check the surveillance, I'm afraid it's someone's prank..."

"Illegitimate meal..." Chu Qi said firmly: "It must be your illegitimate meal!"

Mu Chengcheng was helpless: "I work behind the scenes, who knows who I am, how could I have an illegitimate meal, but..."

Then she sealed the black plastic bag again and said thoughtfully: "You reminded me..."

The gym is located on the second floor of the basement of Mu Chengcheng's apartment. It is usually only open to the owners, so it is private and safe.

After the store manager learned that this happened, he personally came to apologize to Mu Chengcheng.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mu. It was indeed our negligence. I don't know why the surveillance was turned off this morning..."

The store manager is a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He probably knows that the people living in the building are all people with some background, so he looks very nervous, and there is a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Mu Chengcheng didn't want to cause trouble for him, he just said a few words and turned around to leave.

On the way to the restaurant for dinner, Chu Qi also analyzed it properly: "How can ordinary people in your community get in? You have to scan your face and swipe your card. The security guards can remember every household on each floor.

..."

"Besides, that gym is only for the owners, and they can turn off the surveillance with all their hands and eyes, which shows that they are not just idle people..."

Mu Chengcheng chuckled: "Okay, Miss Chu, my IQ is getting higher and higher. As expected, the person who is close to the best is the best..."

"Are you praising yourself or me?"

Mu Chengcheng glanced at the rear mirror, turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, increased the speed, and overtook: "Of course I am praising myself... Qi, look at me getting rid of the pink car behind me.

Is McLaren gone?”

Only then did Chu Qi react: "Is someone following the car?"

"Well..." Mu Chengcheng continued to speed up and overtake: "Today is so strange..."

...........

"Mr. Lan, something is strange today..." Vice President Lan Chaojin held a stack of threatening letters in his hand and vowed: "Fortunately, I am habitually the first one to arrive every morning, so I saw it at a glance.

This stack of letters stuffed under the door..."

Lan Chaojin raised his finger indifferently: "Maybe someone is playing a prank. Just break it up and throw it away."

The vice president nodded calmly: "I've asked security to step up patrols these days."

After the vice president left, a dialog box suddenly popped up on Lan Chaojin's tablet.

Above is an extremely clear photo.

Mu Chengcheng was held in Bai Zhifan's arms, and the elevator door in front of them was halfway closed.

"Vincent!" Lan Chaojin suddenly shouted, and the vice president who had just left the house came back: "What's wrong, boss?"

"Give me!"

Lan Chaojin opened the threatening letters one after another.

Each letter had the words "Mu Chengcheng deserves to die" written all over it in red liquid.

The veins on the back of Lan Chaojin's hands popped out.

He said gloomily: "Go and investigate the building surveillance. I want to know who did these things..."

"Yes, boss!"

After waiting for the people to leave, Lan Chaojin turned to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat there for a long time. He kept rubbing the dial of the watch on his wrist.

After a long time, he dialed the phone: "Has the loan been signed?"

"Can't find all the documents? Take them with you to get a replacement!"

"I don't care what method you use, let the old man of the Mu family complete all the mortgage procedures within a week! Do you hear me?"

Lan Chaojin hung up the phone, her eyes filled with dark clouds in the August afternoon, layer upon layer, thick and dull, as if there would be lightning and thunder in an instant.

"Mu Chengcheng...."

Lan Chaojin murmured gloomily to an old photo on the table: "You will regret it..."

.............................

"Hey, Director Zhang, Xiao Bai is in particularly good condition today!" The screenwriting teacher looked at Bai Zhifan's performance with some excitement, and excitedly clapped the script in his hand: "Our play will be a big hit! It will be a big hit!"

Director Zhang also nodded with great satisfaction. At this moment, the new on-site director came over, took the script and asked: "Director, what do you think of the position of the handheld camera?"

Director Zhang, however, waved his hand impatiently: "Ask me everything! Don't you have eyes?"

After the on-site director left aggrievedly, the screenwriting teacher advised: "Director Zhang, Mr. Mu, you'd better be patient and don't make the boss angry..."

Unexpectedly, he only spat coldly: "It's just a little girl's film, just make fun of it and finish it..."

"Come on! All departments!" Director Zhang waved his hand to signal the screenwriting teacher to say nothing: "Start shooting!"

During an extremely quiet moment on the set, there was a burst of noise outside the camera. The director angrily took off his headphones and said angrily: "Who is so ungrateful that they didn't see that the camera was turned on?"

Following the sound, the director saw two middle-aged men struggling together. He frowned in annoyance, went over and grabbed one of them by the collar, and shouted: "Have I warned you two? Don't.

Are you causing trouble in my group?"

The person who was grabbed by the collar was a life producer, a young man in his thirties.

The other person being supported by others was the deputy leader of the art group, who should be older.

Both people's clothes were torn and messy, and the corners of their mouths and eyes were full of bloodstains.

"What's going on?" The production director was a burly-looking middle-aged man with a bit of a gangster vibe. He heard the sound and came over. He comforted the director with a flattering smile: "Director, you go to work, I'll leave this place to you...

..”

The director left angrily, but the director only raised his eyes slightly: "Let's go to another place..."

............

Bai Zhifan, who was interrupted from filming, looked over from a distance to see what happened, but happened to meet the smiling director.

The director reassured: "It's okay. The young people had a quarrel. Let's take a ten-minute break and come back again. Xiaobai, your mood just now should either be a little more calm or a little more intense. If it's moderate, it always feels like you're not getting anywhere..."

Bai Zhifan nodded: "I understand, director."

When Bai Zhifan came to his lounge, Xiaoqing had just made a cup of steaming ginger tea and brought it over: "Brother Bai, let me tell you..."

Xiaoqing put down the cup in her hand, came over and lowered her voice: "I saw the production director and a few people tied the deputy leader of the art team into an empty room at the back, with a sack on his head..."

Bai Zhifan frowned in disgust: "The evil trend..."

Xiaoqing nodded: "This is the first time Mr. Mu is doing a project to meet this kind of production team..."

When Bai Zhifan heard Mu Chengcheng's name, it was as if a window suddenly opened and a cool breeze passed through the room.
Chapter completed!