"Can you tell me the purpose of your visit today?"

After brewing the barley tea and placing it on the table next to Sun Hao, the old tailor sat down next to the stove.

Sun Hao smiled and said nothing, but pointed at the old tailor's trouser pocket.

At this time, the old tailor smiled.

He took out a recording pen from his trouser pocket and threw it into the stove. The smell of burnt plastic suddenly came out.

But Sun Hao still didn't speak and pointed to his shirt again.

"Ha ha…"

At this time, the old tailor laughed even louder. While shaking his head, he took out a recording pen with the same shape from his coat pocket and threw it into the stove.

"Mainly because of my professional habits over the years, I always like to leave some evidence when customers come to my door, so that it will be difficult to collect the account later.

However, I have to say that as a film director, you have really poisonous eyes. I felt that my hands were already fast enough, but I didn’t expect that you would still find me. Tell me, why did you come to me this time? "

"First, thank you for being able to pull out a parade of more than 100,000 people for four days and send it back safely. I have to admire your organizational skills."

"Hmm..." The old tailor nodded.

"It's mainly because I'm used to it. In our country, South Korea, even if the farmers' garlic sprouts, they can still organize a parade of 10,000 or 20,000 people, and ask the government to provide subsidies and so on."

"Second, I still need your help with something small." Sun Hao said, taking out three photos from his pocket and placing them on the table one by one.

"This one is from mainland China, with the surname Ma; this one is from Taiwan, with the surname Cai; and this one's identity is more complicated. According to him, his ancestral home is Fujian, his father's generation is Daegu, Korea, and he is now in Japan.

I live here and my surname is Sun..."

However, before Sun Hao finished speaking, the old tailor who glanced at the photo was happy.

“Isn’t this the chairman of Japan’s SoftBank?

Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

"Today is October 31st, and November 1st is tomorrow. They will have a meeting in Tokyo. I don't know where or when they will meet, but I hope you can help me stop them."

"Oh, is it involved in investment?" The old tailor thought quickly. He was indeed the most famous Zhengzhi broker in South Korea.

"I am your client and have my own privacy needs. Just tell me if you can take this job?" Sun Hao took a sip of barley tea and stood up.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm getting older, and my curiosity has suddenly increased." The old tailor apologized with a smile, asked Sun Hao to wait, and then went to the next room to make a phone call.

It didn't take long, after five minutes, he came out of the next room.

"Yes, yes, but the price is high. We can help you stop them for one day, which costs 80 million won, and the time cannot exceed two days."

"OK, deal!"

Sun Hao stretched out his hand towards him.

“It’s the same as last time, Macau Lisboa Hotel will settle the bill, and the payment will be made!”

………

Coming out of the tailor shop, Sun Hao felt relaxed.

Send a text message to Li Xue who is far away in Tokyo, asking her to always pay attention to the movements of Masayoshi Son of SoftBank, and if there is a chance, take action, if not, forget it.

Because there is an old saying in China: do your best and obey fate!

As long as you work hard, you'll be fine.

Originally, he wanted to go back to the hotel directly, but when he thought of Zeng Li, Hu Jing, Yuan Quan, and Qin Hailu, who were blowing sand in the northwest of the motherland at the moment, Sun Hao couldn't bear it and decided to buy some high-end cosmetics here for Han Shanye to take back to the capital, and then go back to the capital.

Send it to them.

Facial mask, sunscreen, hand cream, foundation...

As long as Sun Hao can think of it, he will give them a set. Anyway, it won't cost him any money. When the time comes, he can directly invest it in the TV series "Mountains and Seas".

However, while Sun Hao was buying, he heard someone behind him laughing.

Turning around, he saw a young woman wearing a camel coat, blue jeans, and black Martin boots standing pretty behind him.

"Haha..., do you understand?

How can you buy cosmetics for girls like this?

Come on, let me help you choose!"

Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is a happy event in life, but Sun Hao stood in the shop, but there was no joy on his face.

"Zhang Ziyi, are you following me?"

"No, no!" Seeing Sun Hao's change of expression, Zhang Ziyi immediately waved his hand.

"Then how did you know I was in Myeongdong?"

"Brother Qin said that." Zhang Ziyi raised his phone, and then pointed at Qin Chuan, who looked innocent on the street.

"Haozi, when I attended the premiere of "My Father and Mother" a few days ago, I saw Brother Qin following you all the time, so I knew he was your bodyguard, so I left his phone number."

After explaining, Zhang Ziyi stuck out his tongue, then quickly lowered his head and helped Sun Hao choose cosmetics in the store.

~~~~~~

At seven o'clock in the evening, in front of a cinema in Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong Island.

Huo Wenxi was wearing a baseball cap and was wandering on the steps by the roadside. The hurried pedestrians passed by without even looking at her.

Therefore, Huo Wenxi wears a hat not to hide her identity, but simply because she wants to wear it.

Some people say that there are more people in the entertainment industry in Hong Kong than Sister Feng. What’s more, you are just an agent, not a star. It doesn’t matter that all the artists you manage are handsome men and beautiful women. The stars that fans like are not the stars’ managers.

.

"Hi, Sister Mani!"

Huo Wenxi watched a boy get out of a sports car from a distance, wearing sunglasses and waving to her.

"Sorry, something happened just now!" The boy said coolly.

"It's okay, let's go in quickly, the movie will start soon." Seeing the boy coming over, Huo Wenxi naturally took his arm.

"What movie to watch?"

The boy was not in a hurry to go in, but stood at the entrance of the theater and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"Stop looking for it."

Huo Wenxi tugged the boy hard, as if she knew what he was thinking.

"Tingfeng, you still don't know, right?

Most of the paparazzi on Hong Kong Island went to South Korea, firstly to report on the protest march against the movie "Train to Busan", and secondly because they heard that Li Jiaxin went to Seoul to find Sun Hao, and they all wanted to get exclusive news."

"oh…"

The boy responded with a slight disappointment in his tone.

"Sister Mani, then..., what movie should we watch?"

"Train to Busan will be screened three hours in advance on Hong Kong Island. This is considered the first show. If I hadn't been familiar with the theater manager, we would never have been able to buy movie tickets." Huo Wenxi put her left hand into her pocket and took out two tickets.

The movie tickets were sold out, and his expression was full of cuteness.

"Can you not go?"

"What do you think?"

The screening hall is not big, with more than 100 seats, but there are many people. There are even a dozen audience members standing in the aisle.

As soon as Huo Wenxi and Xie Tingfeng sat down, the lights in the screening room dimmed.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed on the screen, a giant ax split from the middle of the curtain, and the darkness spread around. The eight Chinese characters "What a big film and television company" were written from small to large, and then covered the entire screen.

A blue truck passed the toll station for inspection, and inside it were two staff members wearing chemical protective suits spraying pesticides.

The sky is gray!

"Are we going to capture the pigs and bury them alive again?" The driver of the blue truck stuck his head out of the car and kept complaining.

………

"Haha..., Sun Hao!"
Chapter completed!