At this time, Nan Tianren was sitting in the study room of Nanfu, accompanied by four first-class beauties.
Nan Tianren, who had just learned that the assassination plan had failed, did not get angry because of it, and was not even disturbed in the slightest.
One hand moved around the four beauties, and the other hand held the phone, waiting for Fang Lin to answer.
From time to time, the beautiful women brought wine and lychees to his mouth, and he looked completely delighted.
"Fang Lin, you are so brave! You even dare to touch people from my Nanfu. Don't you want the lives of those two girls, Gao Meilan and Hu Ke'er?"
As soon as the call was connected, Nan Tianren immediately stopped all the beauties' movements and started questioning them in an extremely unkind tone.
"I definitely miss their lives! The question is, do you dare to take their lives?"
Fang Lin said calmly.
"Fang Lin, you have figured it out for me, the hostage is now in my hands.
It's me who threatens you, not you who threaten me."
He was really not angry at first, but Fang Lin's words made Nan Tianren feel angry, and he really yelled angrily.
"Absolutely! It's just threatening each other."
"Okay, you have some talent.
When the King of Kitchen Competition is over, if you fail to meet my requirements.
I guarantee you will receive a lot of corpses."
Nan Tianren said very angrily and immediately hung up the phone.
The brief conversation had already made Nan Tianren, who almost never gets angry in front of outsiders, turn pale with anger.
Nan Tianren knew very well that although he had hostages in his hands, they were definitely two uncles, and Fang Lin definitely had the capital to threaten him, at least until the end of the King of Kitchen Competition.
After briefly explaining what happened to the police and taking notes, Fang Lin casually ate something on the roadside and drove to Seoul Satellite TV.
Among all provincial satellite TVs in the country, Seoul Satellite TV has always been one of the best in ratings, and the Seoul Satellite TV Building is a landmark building in Seoul Province.
The nearly 300-story building looks as if it is reaching into the clouds at first glance. One can imagine its strength.
With Jin Junxiu as the channel director leading the way, Fang Lin had a smooth journey and actually met a lot of A-list celebrities.
The King of Kitchen Competition is held in the studio on the third floor of the annex building of Seoul Satellite TV, and it is still broadcast live in the usual way.
After Jin Junxiu's introduction, Lin learned that the nearly 2,000-square-meter studio could accommodate tens of thousands of people, making it extremely grand.
Soon the two of them arrived outside the studio, and the smooth sailing ended there.
I saw eight burly men standing outside each of the six doors of the studio, each of them closely observing the surroundings as if facing a formidable enemy. The two of them were immediately intercepted as soon as they appeared within sight.
"You don't seem to be from our TV station, right?"
Jin Junxiu looked at the two burly men with a blank expression and asked curiously.
I have to say that Kim Junsu is really courageous when he goes all out.
Any other big man was a full head taller than him, and his figure was even wider and more muscular. He looked like a Lianjiazi, but he didn't have any timidity at all.
"How is it?
So what if it’s not?
This is no place for you, get out of here."
The strong man with a large mole under his left eye snorted with disdain.
"I am the director of the TV station and I have the final say in everything here. Is there anything I can't go to?
I think it’s you who want to get out, right?
May I warn you, I don't care who you are?
If you don’t get out, I will call the police and security.”
Jin Junxiu's face darkened and he said angrily.
"Director?
Is the director a piece of shit?
I don’t take you seriously. If you can, call the police and security! If I blink, I will be your grandson.”
Facing the righteous and awe-inspiring Jin Junxiu, the big man with the mole still said with disdain.
"You... security..." Being looked down upon and bullied by others in his own territory, how could Jin Junxiu tolerate this?
And he knew very well that if he wanted to enter the studio, he had to deal with these tyrannical guys first, so he quickly shouted back.
But the only answer he received was the mocking laughter of the group of big men, and no security guard came to help at all.
Or strictly speaking, Fang Lin had already seen through his clairvoyance that the moment he and Jin Junxiu walked towards the studio, the security guards around them had already fled.
"It's useless to call the police. We have a contract. This studio will belong to my Zhu family within a week. We have all rights."
Seeing Jin Junxiu take out his mobile phone to call the police, the big man sneered again with contempt.
"Fart, I'm the director here, how come I don't know?
Who gave you this right?"
"Look, this copy of the contract has the official seal of your TV station and the signatures of the deputy director and several directors and secretaries. Is it valid?"
The big man said very proudly.
When he saw the contract, Jin Junxiu was immediately confused.
Unlike other companies, although Kim Junsu is the station director, the station is not his property.
It can even be said that he is not the real leader. For example, the secretary above has the right to supervise him, and there are many restrictions.
"Hey, you just blinked."
Fang Lin slowly lit a cigarette and said casually.
"Fuck, who are you?
Is it none of your business if I blink?
Don’t you blink an eye all day long?”
"It's nothing, but you said that if you blink, you will be the grandson of Director Jin.
When you talk to your own grandfather, be polite."
Fang Lin said with a slight smile.
"You're fucking looking for death, aren't you..." Unexpectedly, he was attacked by an inconspicuous boy. The big man was immediately angry and raised his fist without hesitation and shouted angrily.
"Don't rush to do it. It won't do you any good. You'd better call your master and ask him if Fang Lin can go in."
Fang Lin still said with a very polite smile.
"Are you Fang Lin?"
"Damn it, you really can't find anything even if you try hard to find it. It takes no effort at all to get here!"
"Damn it, it turns out you are the bastard who has made our Zhu family feel uneasy lately! If I bump into your grandfather's hands today, I can't even hope to leave here alive."
Originally, he wanted to use the method of dealing with those killers to enter the studio without losing any blood, but to Fang Lin's surprise, this trick suddenly became difficult to use.
As soon as they heard the word "Fang Lin", all the big men immediately felt as if they had been given blood, and in the blink of an eye they were surrounded by them.
"Hey, I said you should ask me at least! After all, I am also friends with you Miss Zhu San! If you offend Miss Zhu San, you will have to walk around without food.
Really, I am doing this for your own good."
Fang Lin still said with a half-joking tone.
"Hmph... Miss Zhu San?
Are you talking about the abandoned child?
Haha... Boy, you are really not a man, you even want to cling to the pussy."
"It's just a pity that you met us and made the wrong calculation.
Miss Zhu San, we really haven’t taken her seriously.”