That night.

Li Mowen returned to Changling West Street and suddenly found many people gathering at the door of the store.

Everyone was talking.

"Why did it close today?"

"It's a rest, but it feels something is wrong!"

"that is!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Master Li is here."

Suddenly, everyone looked at Li Mowen and were whispering to each other.

Li Mo smelled a strange atmosphere, and he also saw that someone smashed eggs at the door of his store, and several egg shells and rotten tomatoes fell.

"What's going on with Master!"

"Yes, are you provoking someone?"

"Why did the person who bought your Peaceful Paper Crane be beaten for no reason?"

"Not only were my grandma beaten, but she was robbed of her wallet when she was buying vegetables!"

As soon as he said this, Li Mowen's face changed drastically. Such a thing was absolutely impossible. When all the customers left the store, he carefully checked and confirmed.

His eyes were tense and he looked around everyone, trying to find some unconventional faces or guys with ulterior motives.

However, what caught my eye was the neighborhood neighbors around me.

This surprised him even more.

"Master, say something!"

"Did you mess with someone? I'll take revenge on you!"

"By the way, why are you closing down and resting today? Do you know someone is going to cause trouble?"

He was talking nonsense.

Even some uninformed passers-by couldn't help but stop and see what was going on.

Li Mowen asked with an ugly face: "You said, everyone who bought my Thousand Paper Cranes has been targeted?"

At this time, the owner of the convenience store next door hurriedly ran out and said, "When I came here to open the door this morning, I saw a few sneaky guys."

"As soon as I passed by, I found that someone had an egg smashed in your store."

The boss sighed and said, "Master, you are obviously being messed up. Many people have passed by and asked me when will you open the door?"

"If you know who buys your paper crane, you will start to make trouble."

"It's all those teenage gangsters, they must have collected the money."

Li Mowen immediately raised his hand and shouted to the neighbors: "Everyone calm down. I want to confirm something now. Is it because the victims who bought my Thousand Paper Cranes?

In fact, when he asked this, he knew it.

I dare not say anything else, but I am afraid that among the ten people walking on the road near Changling West Street, at least half of them bought Thousand Paper Cranes.

After all, there was no such thing as getting a number before, so you had to queue up.

This is the advantage of living close to you, making it easier to buy a safe paper crane.

An uncle smoked with a stern face and said, "No need to ask, it's for you!"

"Oh, it's really unlucky."

"It was awesome, but today my car was deflated. I guess it was because I saw the Thousand Paper Crane hanging on the driver. I turned around and had to dismantle it, otherwise I would feel uneasy."

The group of people below were chirping, sighing and complaining.

Li Mowen looked at the broken eggs at the door of Wentiange store and looked up at the plaque.

The owner of the convenience store persuaded him, "Master, why don't you call the police? I see these people coming in a fierce manner, so they must be of some origin, otherwise they wouldn't be so bold."

"What happened suddenly today, and now everyone is panicked."

"You may not be afraid, but we ordinary people can't afford to offend you!"

An uncle next to him shouted: "It's useless to drive it. Now who dares to buy a thousand paper crane? It's bad if you buy it."

An old lady was in a depressed mood and explained in a complicated manner: "Master, we can't believe you, and now we are really afraid to come."

"Yes, this matter has not been explained. Who dares to come and buy the peace talisman in the future?"

It took Li Mowen more than ten minutes to disperse the onlookers and promised to deal with the matter as soon as possible, and then he was relieved.

At this moment, passers-by walked through the West Street of Changling and were whispering.

Because the plaques were smashed with rotten eggs.

This story spread to hundreds of people, and everyone soon knew about it.

It was a hot topic for a while, and even the tickets for making an appointment to get a number can be seen in the trash can.

Such things were simply impossible a few days ago.

With a snap.

He lit a cigarette and frowned, took out his cell phone and called Liu Ziming.

He asked, "Zi Ming, have you had any disputes with customers recently?"

Liu Ziming had just returned home and was drinking the moist soup cooked by his mother. While drinking the soup, he responded: "No? Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Li Mowen simply told the situation just now.

Liu Ziming immediately stood up nervously, frightening his family members.

He raised his hand and signaled, "It's okay, you eat first, the work matter!"

After saying that, he came to the room and spoke firmly: "I recalled carefully, and there was no problem. When I hadn't received my tickets before, many customers complained that they had been waiting in line for too long."

"Not to mention queuing now, there are very few conflicts between people!"

"Everyone took the number and left tacitly. At most, they just asked me to ask how many numbers they are now."

“There is no so-called conflict of hatred at all.”

Liu Ziming expressed his serious expression and said earnestly: "And if you think about it carefully, ordinary people are resentful, and at most they just come to the door to curse. The current situation is not like ordinary people making trouble."

After thinking about it, Li Mowen did not offend anyone.

The only thing that is more obvious and memorable is Lu Xiaofeng, who came to the door to spend money to buy himself and fabricated the story of a music dream chaser.

But it was obviously impossible that it was him, and this kid almost knelt down to himself.

Li Mowen said silently for several seconds before he spoke: "So what you mean is someone from Liu Media Culture Company?"

Liu Ziming was also smoking a cigarette, thinking very seriously, and replied: "I think this is the most likely, although they are all third- and fourth-tier artists."

"But they are also little stars after all, they make a lot of money and their connections are even more complicated."

"It means that you are not satisfied with your arrangement, so you are deliberately causing trouble behind the scenes."

"Celebrity, think about it, you are not usually chased by others, but such a large number of fans are easy to expand."

"As a result, you went there for a few words and made arrangements for someone."

"I think Xu Nana is the most likely thing you are talking about. After all, another singer doesn't have that much resentment and conflict."

Li Mowen blew up the sycamore and said, "I just checked it. The fourth female lead role in Chunxinsuo's drama seems to be a scorpion-hearted, scheming, and sarcastic concubine."

As soon as these words were said, Liu Ziming suddenly laughed and scolded: "Then he hasn't run away. It's hard not to become popular without being popular."

Li Mowen also frowned and thought for a while.

He knew it in his mind.

It seemed that the woman didn't run away, but what made him feel a little ironic was that he wanted to help the other party.

Maybe Mr. Liu didn't explain it clearly to the other party, but even if the explanation was clear, if the female artist didn't believe her judgment, she would still hold a grudge.

After all, Mr. Liu seemed to have mentioned on the phone that the other party had arranged the fourth female role.

As a result, other investors inexplicably communicated with the director and asked the other party to play the second female lead.

Who believes there is nothing wrong with this!

It’s hard to get the role of the second female lead, but before I could have had time to be happy, I made myself lose my mind.

These third- and fourth-tier stars may earn tens of millions a year, so they may look down on fortune tellers like him.

That's why there was such a drama.

Liu Ziming muttered: "How about you call Mr. Liu?"

Li Mowen raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "If you were Mr. Liu, what would you do?"

"A fortune teller, an artist under his command, and if he naturally shoots that drama, it may become popular."

Liu Ziming hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but speak, "This is indeed a bit difficult. The palms and backs of hands are all flesh, and it's not easy to offend."
To be continued...