Chapter 279 278, Small Jobs, High Prices

"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 voice recorder 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 at his shirt again.

"Ha ha…"

At this time, the old tailor laughed even louder. While shaking his head, he took out a recorder 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.

"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 or something."

"Two, 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 is from mainland China, with the surname Ma; this is from Taiwan, with the surname Cai; and this person'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 I 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 and asked Sun Hao to wait a moment before going 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 upon completion!"

………

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

Send a text message to Li Xue in Tokyo, asking her to always pay attention to the movements of Masayoshi Son of SoftBank. If there is a chance, take action. If there is no chance, forget it.

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

As long as you work hard.

Originally, he wanted to go back to the hotel directly, but when he thought that Zeng Li, Hu Jing, Yuan Quan, and Qin Hailu were blowing sand in the northwest of the motherland, 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 masks, sunscreen, hand cream, foundation…

As long as Sun Hao can think of it, he will give them a set. Anyway, it does not cost his own 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 changed 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 are you watching?"

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

"Don't look for it."

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

"Tingfeng, you don't know yet?

Most of the paparazzi in Hong Kong went to South Korea, one is to report the protest march of the movie "Train to Busan", and the other is to hear that Li Jiaxin went to Seoul to find Sun Hao, and they all want to get exclusive news."

"Oh..."

The boy responded, with a little disappointment in his tone.

"Sister Mani, then..., what movie are we watching?"

"Train to Busan", Hong Kong Island will be screened three hours in advance, this is the first show, if I am not familiar with the theater manager, we will definitely not be able to buy movie tickets." Huo Wenxi reached into her pocket with her left hand, took out two movie tickets and raised them, her expression was full of cuteness.

"Can I not go?"

"What do you think?"

The screening room is not big, with about 100 seats, but there are a lot of people, and there are even more than a dozen viewers standing in the aisle.

Huo Wenxi and Xie Tingfeng had just sat down when the lights in the screening room dimmed.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed on the screen, and a huge axe split from the middle of the screen, and the darkness spread to the surroundings. The eight Chinese characters [What a big film and television company] spread from small to large, and then covered the entire screen.

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

The sky was gray!

"Are you going to catch 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!"

Seeing the driver appear on the screen, many people in the screening room laughed out loud.