Flower Master in the City

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This roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned to look at the door, and saw a thin man in his fifties with disheveled hair and a haggard face. He was glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this thin man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the man's name, nor did he remember where he saw him.

"Who am I?" the skinny man roared at Han Jian, "You black-hearted reporter whose conscience was eaten by a dog, you ruined my Shangguan family, and you don't even remember who I am?"

"Shangguan's house?" A flash of light flashed in Han Jian's mind, then he stared at the thin man for a while, and asked in surprise, "Are you Shangguan Yong?"

"Do you finally remember me now?" The thin man, Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred.

"Of course you remember, aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who used expired ingredients to make dim sum?" Han Jian was a little disdainful, "What? Are you looking for me for something?"

In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian remembers every subject he has reported on, and the reason why he did not recognize Shangguan Yonglai for a while is only because it has been almost half a year, and the image of this Shangguan Yong has changed too much, but Shangguan Yonglai As soon as Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered it. After all, the surname of Shangguan is not very common.

"I didn't use expired materials, it was you bastard who took other people's money and deliberately came to smear me!" Shangguan Yong shouted at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous reporter with a black heart, you only care about collecting money for yourself, not at all. Be responsible, you caused the closure of my ancestral pastry shop, you caused my wife and son to be separated, I will fight with you today!"

After Shangguanyong finished speaking, he brought the hand he had been keeping behind his back to the front. Then, everyone in the newspaper could not help but exclaimed, because they all saw that Shangguanyong was holding a pig-killing knife in his hand!

Han Jian's expression also changed slightly, he took a step back subconsciously, but immediately found that there was no way out behind him, so he forced a smile, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstood, I Writing the report is just based on the facts I saw, I did find out that your pastry shop used expired ingredients, and as for whether you were framed by others, then I don’t know.”

"Fuck!" Shangguan Yong roared, "Han Jian, I've already asked someone to investigate you, you're a fucking black-hearted reporter who collects money to write reports on people!"

Shangguan Yong approached Han Jian with a pig-killing knife as he spoke, looking at his posture, it seemed that he really planned to kill someone.

"Then, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really never took money from other people. I only wrote the report because the customer in your store called me..." Han Jian's expression was a little pale, and his mouth was still He couldn't help but explain that he wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run, because he was worried that Shangguan Yong would immediately start running as soon as he ran, so he could only delay the time as much as possible, hoping that someone had already called the police, so that he could wait until the police came. After that, he was basically safe.

"Fart!" Shangguan Yong was very excited, waving a butcher knife, "You didn't collect any money? There are two sets of your 200-square-meter mansion. Although the car you drive is only a Honda, your wife drives an Audi a8. , your wife hasn't worked yet, you are a reporter, if you don't collect black money, where did you get so much money?"

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Han Jian together, and the rest of the newspaper seemed a little surprised. Han Jian was so rich? If what Shangguan Yong said is true, then Han Jian is afraid that there is really a problem. Although the reporter is not a low-income group, a luxury house and a luxury car are not affordable for a reporter.

"I, I don't have that much money... You must be mistaken..." Han Jian was still denying.

"Han Jian, I have asked a private investigator to investigate everything about you very clearly. You pretend to be a just reporter, but you do all the bad things in private. I have nothing anyway, and now I will take care of the people. !" Shangguan Yong was obviously impatient with Han Jian's explanation, he no longer hesitated and stabbed Han Jian with the butcher's knife. In his heart, there was still a thought, he was not killing, he was killing Pig, no, this Han Jian is not even as good as a pig!

There was a burst of exclamations in the newspaper office, and Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, let out a scream. Han Jian's face became extremely pale in an instant. He wanted to hide, but under the huge fear, at this moment, his body He was completely out of control, and he just stood there without moving, watching the pig-killing knife stab him in the chest.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Han Jian's chest, there was only one thought in Han Jian's mind: "10,000 yuan to lose your life, it's not worth it."

The so-called 10,000 yuan is really what Han Jian reported on Shangguan Yong's pastry shop. Of course, he was not asked to report on Shangguan Yong, but someone who had a grudge against Shangguan Yong, and that person just used For such 10,000 yuan, the Shangguan Yong family was completely shattered.

"Hey, wait and kill again!" At this moment, an unhappy voice came over.

The expected pain didn't come. Han Jian couldn't help but open his eyes and looked down. He couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. Now his pig-killing knife was less than one centimeter away from his chest.

In addition to being frightened, Han Jian was even more fortunate, because he saw two fingers pinching the pig-killing knife. It was these two fingers that prevented the pig-killing knife from going any further. At this moment, Han Jian was too late to go. Thinking about why the two fingers could hold the knife, he just quickly looked up at the owner of the two fingers, wondering who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin boy,

With a height of more than 170 centimeters, dressed in casual clothes, it looks ordinary, and there is nothing special about it.

"Who are you? Why do you want to help this bastard?" Shangguan Yong looked at the boy angrily at the moment. He wanted to pull the pig-killing knife back, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't twitch it.

"My name is Xia, the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the best day in the world." The young man glanced at Shangguan Yong, "Do you want to kill this guy?"

"Yes, I'm going to stab this bastard to death!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.

"Oh, wait a minute, I want to ask this guy a question first." Xia Xia turned to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy named Changjian you?"

"You, what are you looking for with Changjian?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. Changjian was the pseudonym he used in Jianghai Express.

"What do you care what I do with him?" Xia Xia was a little unhappy, "You tell me now, right?"

"He's the bastard of Changjian. His real name is Han Jian, and the pen name he uses in the newspaper is Changjian!" Shangguan Yong suddenly said, "Now that you know, can you let me kill this bastard?"

Xia Tian shook his head: "No."

"It turns out that you and this bastard reporter are the same raccoon dog!" Shangguan Yong was instantly furious.

Xia Xia stared at Shangguan Yong dissatisfiedly: "Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense, who is the same as that guy? I'll beat you up if you talk nonsense again!"

"If you weren't with him, why would you help him?" Shangguan Yong asked angrily.

"You have a problem with your brain, when did I help him?" Xia Xia said angrily.

Shangguan Yong was almost furious. This guy had already helped others to block the knife, yet he said he didn't help Han Jian?

"If you hadn't caught the knife, I would have killed this bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.

Xia Tian nodded: "That's right, if I don't catch the knife, the idiot will be killed by you. If you want to kill the idiot, how can I beat him?"

Speaking of this, Xia Xia sent his two fingers slightly hard, and Shangguan Yong suddenly became unsteady, and stepped back a few steps.

"Hey, idiot, did you write this?" Xia Xia took out a newspaper from his pocket, it was Jianghai Express, and then pointed to the headline on the front page and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it's me, may I ask you..." Han Jian hadn't reacted for a while, why did the savior seem to want to settle the account with him.

"It's just you." Xia Xian suddenly raised his hand, the newspaper suddenly became stiff, and then the newspaper slapped Han Jian's cheek.

"Crack!" The newspaper slapped Han Jian's face and made a crisp sound.

"Uh!" Han Jian let out a painful groan.

The rest of the newspaper was all stunned, what the hell is going on?

Shangguan Yong, who was about to rush over with a pig-killing knife, was also stunned for a while. What the hell is this guy doing? Don't let him kill Han Jian, but beat Han Jian here?

"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian was still a little dizzy.

"Because you idiot spoke ill of my wife!" Xia Xia fanned the newspaper again.

"Uh!" Han Jian screamed again, he stroked his cheeks and stepped back, "You, who is your wife?"

"My wife, she is the most beautiful police flower sister, cold!" Xia Xia came to Han Jian in a flash, and then slapped him with a newspaper.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the newspaper understood that it was the headline report today that caused trouble.

"Hey, why are you like this? Our reporters have the right to report, how can you beat anyone?" At this time, Fang Chan shouted angrily from the side, seeing her idol being beaten so badly , she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally, she threatened, "I have already called the police, and the police will be here soon!"

"Whoever dares to speak ill of my wife, I'll hit whoever, I don't care if he's a reporter or not." Xia Xia replied disapprovingly, and then the newspaper landed on Han Jian's face. At this time, Han Jian's face was already It's swollen more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

"Hey, Leng Bingbing can do those shameless things without letting people say... uh..." Before Fang Chan finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen, and then her whole body flew into the air and fell heavily. .

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