Chapter 13 I hate to pretend with a Japanese knife

Pan Hongsheng sat there as if nothing had happened, bringing a few unsigned signatures.

Due to the transfer of the TV lens, everyone returned to the state in front of the camera. Although Sister Na and Lao Ha were surprised by Pan Hongsheng's skills, it was not convenient to express it in front of the camera.

The scene just now made these extras at the scene excited. Unexpectedly, the great director, this thin and slightly shy young man, had such a good hand!

So there were more people who quietly asked for signatures later.

"Thank you, brother." Lao Ha applied ice to the wound and patted Pan Hongsheng's shoulder through the gap in the camera: "If it weren't for you, I would have been beaten worse."

"What are you talking about, brother?" Pan Hongsheng nodded apologetically: "I'm regretting that it was too late just now, otherwise I wouldn't have hurt you..."

The two were greeting each other, and Sister Na looked contemptuously: "Oh, you two stinky men are quite close..."

"Sister Na, don't talk nonsense!" Lao Ha looked around nervously: "Don't talk nonsense! These people's mouths are very fast. Last time I just said a few words to a female player, but the next day it turned out to be full of wind and rain..."

After listening to this sentence, Pan Hongsheng secretly felt funny. This matter was indeed hyped up last year. In fact, Lao Ha may not really have anything to do with the crack girl. Even if Lao Ha does not have a strong character, at least there is an aesthetic.

The atmosphere became very active in an instant. Everyone talked and laughed, as if nothing had happened just now.

But no one expected that a storm that had already passed was quietly fermenting...

Lao Diao didn't have any crooked thoughts, but several of his men who were beaten were indignant: "Well, at least, we are also face-to-faced figures in the police. How can we be trampled under our feet like this?

"Strongzi is still in the hospital. The doctor said that one of his hands could not be used." A pale-faced police officer said viciously, "What are we going to do?" Who are you looking for to abolish him?

He was greeted by a burst of silence. The people present were either blue noses or swollen faces, and some of their hands holding cigarettes were shivering. Pan Hongsheng's strength made them have no idea of revenge at all.

"You have to think it over! The old man can pretend that nothing has happened, but now we are all good-faced people. How can we get along with it? Do you know what's going on outside now? Do we still have a face to go out?"

This sentence stabbed everyone.

In the police industry, prestige is more important than anything else.

These are all the police elites in the province, who are afraid of the people in the underground world. If this embrage is widely praised by people, it is estimated that they are not just being striped of police uniforms.

In a word, face is more important than life for these people. Moreover, in front of so many people, it is really shameless to be taught so many people by one person.

"In case someone else shoots that scene at the scene..." A short policeman with vicious eyes said slowly, "We estimate that we will be immediately removed from the name, and there will even be a prison disaster!"

What does prison disaster mean for a policeman?

You have to be with those prisoners who may have been sent to prison by yourself, and be killed by those prisoners.

Everyone shook their heads and shouted, "No! This matter can't be just like this!!"

"That's right. I just explained to my brother in Dongjiangtangkou that this guy will definitely come out after recording the program, and our people will do it there!" The white-faced policeman wiped his sweat: "But looking at the other party with a little kung fu, I don't think it can be done by relying on those mob alone! We have to..."

They discussed in the private room of the tavern. The TV in the private room was playing a live Chinese good cover. Pan Hongsheng in the picture smiled peacefully and commented on the contestants who were gradually getting better.

The live broadcast finally ended successfully. Director Liu knelt in front of Pan Hongsheng with a "puff" sound: "Mr. Pan, thanks to you this time! I was such an asshole before! I can't believe that I want to be a two-sided person who can offend anyone... If it hadn't been for you to save the scene, my painstaking efforts would have been in vain..."

"I guess there is still a hand in this matter. It's not such a good ending!" Pan Hongsheng remembered the resentful eyes of those policemen when they left. Although he let them go, they might not let go of themselves!

Having been crawling around the world for so many years, he has been indifferent to all this.

Pan Hongsheng has a deep understanding of these bastards and the positive role of these people.

It's like white blood cells in the human body, which sometimes devour red blood cells, but when you see bacteria, it will also have a starting point. The old man has told him the role of these yamen since he was a child: villains need to grind with villains!

A policeman can't be too kind and honest, otherwise he can't control those bad bugs.

But if the character is too bad, it is also a big trouble; so the most suitable thing to be a policeman is a ruffian with a certain brain but not bad.

"Are you saying that those people... won't give up?" After listening to this, Director Liu was sweating: "What should I do? How can we who set up programs every day withstand their harassment?

"Don't worry, their target is me, not you anymore." Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party indifferently: "Remember, next time you meet such a person, it will be better to refuse!" Otherwise, it will be more troublesome..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Director Liu regretted it repeatedly: "It's too sticky to deal with these! So the more you delay, the more troublesome it becomes! In the future, lend me the courage, and I dare not talk about these things with these people who can't afford to provoke!"

After talking with Director Liu for a while, Pan Hongsheng hummed and prepared to go downstairs to start the car.

He is different from ordinary bosses. He always likes to be alone and doesn't let people follow him.

Only on some special occasions will he let the driver follow. If there is something meticulous to be arranged, it is usually a flower demon to drive him.

Looking at the car parked not far away, Pan Hongsheng stopped: the position of the car was obviously moved!

Because it just rained yesterday, the soil in the parking lot is a little soft, and obvious push marks can be seen in the front.

"Who? Come out? Install explosives in someone else's car? It's not an honest thing, is it?" Pan Hongsheng sneered, "Come out!"

A breath gushed out of his fingertips! It was like a needle passing through the wall, and someone immediately fell to the ground.

The big hole in the wall is faintly smog. But after the smoke were a group of men with naked upper bodies and holding oriental knives.

"I'm most tired of pretending to be a Japanese knife." Pan Hongsheng's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a whirlpool rose in the palm of his hand...