Chapter 183 184 There is really a big boss behind Yan Yu

"Shoot." Xiao Wu took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette casually, and called two photographers.

The director and the photographer heard the casual feeling of "eat, eat quickly" at the dinner table.

"Mr. Xiao Wu," Mei Yi finally came back to his senses, his eyebrows were gentle, and he tried to be polite and retracted his look at the holster on the man's knee, "Here... Can we shoot casually?"

Will they pull out guns anywhere.

"No need to call me Mr.," Xiao Wu was not used to such a formality. He enthusiastically introduced himself to several people: "My name is Black Water Street. Nicholas. Street Fighter. Mao Wu."

The identity was given by himself.

The frightened director rarely showed a confused expression on his face.

"Just take good pictures of them," Xiao Wu consulted Mao Kun, who bit on a cigarette and patted the director on the shoulder like a brother, "People here are casual, as long as you don't take pictures right in their faces, basically it's fine. See, there's a street next to the street, you can take pictures of whatever you want."

Xiao Wu said it so casually, but with each shot, the director's body became shorter.

Take pictures right in their faces?

Do you think he dares to look at them for more? Taking pictures right in their faces is too much of a compliment to them.

There's an old saying, since we're here, we're here.

The director asked the two photographers to turn on the cameras, and the two of them trembled as they carried the cameras and followed Yan Lu and Mei Yi closely.

The director and Xiaowu were walking outside the camera. It was still a while before the fighting arena, and Yan Yu and Mei Yi were also under great pressure.

The two walked into a local shop. The boss sat lazily in the back. The house was filled with all kinds of things, bows and arrows, knives, climbing ropes... everything.

Seeing the camera, the boss narrowed his eyes and was about to stand up. When he saw Xiaowu next to the camera, he stared at his black clothes for a while and sat back lazily.

After filming the local customs and people, the group finally came to the fighting arena through the long alley.

Along the way, many people looked curiously at the program crew filming with the camera.

But there are all kinds of people on this street. You might catch someone carrying a pinhole camera or a gum bomb. It

looks silly and not dangerous.

Of course, the premise is that they recognize Xiaowu as a member of the Qinglong Bar, so they watch it for fun.

The program staff finally realized that there was no danger, and several people began to relax.

The winding path led to a secluded place, and the program staff finally saw the semicircular fighting arena. The giant stone in the middle was carved with a fighting arena pattern, and a poster of a masked man was hung on the right.

Two rows of burly black-skinned men stood at the entrance, with daggers and guns clearly stuck in their knee pads, eyes like eagles, and a bloodthirsty aura. He remembered that he had called such a place yesterday and asked the director to help promote them -

he reached out and pinched his philtrum.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Wu put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at the director in confusion.

Director: "Blackwater Street. Nicholas. Street Fighter. Mr. Mao Wu, are there any people here..."

As he said, he wiped his neck.

Xiao Wu nodded, "They are all mercenaries, they must have done it before, no need to call me sir."

What mercenary doesn't lick blood on the tip of the knife.

It's over, the director swallowed his saliva, will they be able to locate him?

**

Qingshui Bridge.

Bai Xi walked back after seeing Xiao Wu lead Yan Yu and the others in.

Originally, these people came here to spend money to buy more tickets, but now, let alone spend money, they didn't even have the courage to stand at the entrance. As soon as Bai Xi left, they all followed.

When they came, everyone was noisy and lively, but now they were silent.

They all took out their phones to search for "Heishui Street". There is not much information about Heishui Street on the Internet, and there is no serious introduction. Most people are very cautious when mentioning this name.

In fact, there is no need to search. Just by looking at the boundary and the people guarding the entrance, you can probably tell that this is not a place for ordinary people to enter and exit.

Bai Xi walked in front of the crowd. She took out the Bluetooth headset, put it on herself, and started playing and reading.

He Wen just sent her a message at this time.

Both of them are highly intelligent and have become good friends online. In particular, He Wen dares not complain to others about many things, but only to Bai Zhu.

He Wen: [Brother, are you also in Xiangcheng? ]

He Wen usually respectfully calls Bai Zhu "big brother", but later he learned to be concise and to the point, so he changed it to "brother".

Bai Zhu told him his name, but he never changed it and called him "brother".

Later, Bai Zhu was too lazy to say anything and let him call him that.

Bai Ti pressed the keyboard with one hand. She was now proficient in typing, but her reply was still brief.

[1]

He Wen: [I have a holiday. I received a huge subsidy during the Chinese New Year. Do you have time to come out? I will treat you to a meal.]

He Wen: [And the latest papers.]

There are only a few major events in the scientific research community. He Wen told his team members about this, but some things can only be understood by people who are on the same wavelength. When Jiang Fuli introduced Bai Ti to He Wen, he also felt that the two of them had a unique talent in mathematics.

Bai Ti: [1]

After she finished replying to He Wen, she switched back to the reading app.

Sister Xin walked to the left of Bai Ti.

She was the only one who accepted it calmly. After all, she was really involved in the case of Zhang Shize. From Chi Yundai to Bai Xi, everyone who appeared was extraordinary.

The group said goodbye on the road outside Qingshui Street.

After Bai Xi's figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley, Mei Yi's agent came over. He looked at the entrance of the alley, his violently beating heart still not calmed down, "Sister Xin, who is Teacher Yan Yu's friend?"

Two honorifics in one sentence.

Mei Yi's agent even called her "Teacher Yan Yu".

"Yan Yu is still a newcomer," Sister Xin smiled helplessly and corrected Mei Yi's agent's address, "Just call her Xiao Yu. Don't worry, Yan Yu and Teacher Mei's schedule tonight will definitely not be too boring." Sister

Xin didn't say much else.

Agent Mei Yi nodded. He could tell that Sister Xin didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more.

When they came here, they thought this place was too shabby. Now that night had fallen, the bright street lights on the roadside cast a layer of mystery over this old house.

Agent Mei Yi had actually already noticed that Yan Yu and Sister Xin were too respectful to Bai Yu, and it didn't seem like they were just ordinary friends. People

in the circle were talking about whether Yan Yu had some big boss behind her. Even in the circle where there were almost no secrets, no one knew who was behind her. Later, everyone let it go. Yan Yu must have just been lucky.

But now...

Agent Mei Yi withdrew his gaze from the alley. He realized that there was really someone behind Yan Yu.

He returned to the roadside and sat in the crew's car to wait for Yan Lu and Mei Yi to finish recording the show.

**

Ji Heng's yard.

Ning Xiao had just finished writing a question when he received a message from Wang Youfeng saying that he had arrived at the intersection.

Ji Heng just handed the thermos to Ning Xiao, and he suggested: "You can ask your uncle to come for dinner."

"He's busy and has to go back to see my grandma." Ning Xiao politely refused on behalf of Wang Youfeng. Wang Youfeng had a bad temper and a fierce look. Ning Xiao had no choice but to introduce Baishen and the others to him.

After he finished speaking, he took the thermos and went out.

At the corner outside, Wang Youfeng was standing under the street light with his mobile phone and making a call.

Seeing Ning Xiao, he waved to him.

Ning Xiao silently handed the thermos to Wang Youfeng. Wang Youfeng hung up the phone, took the thermos, and raised his eyebrows at Ning Xiao, "Not bad, you can eat and take it when you go to your classmate's house."

He spoke rudely, but Ning Xiao rarely paid attention.

Wang Youfeng carried the thermos back to Grandma Wang's yard. Grandma Wang was sitting on a chair in the yard, looking down at a yellowed notebook.

She was not in a good mood and coughed occasionally.

Wang Youfeng felt heavy in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, "Damn it, look, that kid went to his classmate's house and brought you fish soup," he said, opening the lid, "You know what, it smells pretty good, I'll go pour you a bowl!"

He went to the kitchen and got a bowl.

Hearing that Ning Xiao went to his classmate's house for dinner, Grandma Wang also smiled, "He has a lot of friends now, so I feel relieved."

**

Fighting arena.

There were a lot of people, Xiao Bingwen and Xu Nanjing sat in the front row to watch the exciting fight.

Charles was on his right, and Xiao Bingwen sat on Xu Nanjing's left.

During the halftime break, Xu Nanjing sent a message in the group.

Xu Nanjing: [@Ming Dongheng I didn't get it]

White vest has a game today, and the official is still selling his autographed photos. Ming Dongheng asked Xu Nanjing to help him get one, but Xu Nanjing didn't get it either.

"Why didn't Mr. Ming come today?" Xiao Bingwen retracted his gaze, he leaned back, very confused.

White vests have already reached the top, and there are not many opportunities to compete. Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen both joined in the fun of such a rare opportunity, but Ming Dongheng didn't come?

"He left with Mr. Jiang," Xu Nanjing touched his chin and narrowed his eyes, "It is said that he went fishing with Bai Su's grandfather."

As for why he would rather go fishing than watch White vests' competition, Xu Nanjing has not figured it out yet.

Fishing?

When did they like fishing?

But for Ming Dongheng, fishing is more important than White vests' competition?

"What's the matter with Professor Huang?" After Xu Nanjing replied to the message, he ignored Ming Dongheng's ellipsis and tilted his head slightly, "The rare metal is there, didn't he talk to you?"

Xiao Bingwen waved his hands. It was hot in the fighting arena, so he took off his coat and was very helpless, "You know how stubborn these scientific researchers are."

"Find another way, like the legendary Liang Wu Yu, and that He Wen." Xu Nanjing strummed his legs lazily and scanned the people in the fighting arena, "If you can invite them, you will make a fortune. It's still too early for Liang Wu Yu, but you know where He Wen is."

The laboratories of these two people in the country are unmatched, Jiang Fuli and Dean Ma.

He Wen is in the top ten in the history of the app, and even Professor Huang can hardly match him. Given enough time, his achievements may be comparable to those of Dean Ma. Jiang Fuli really has a good vision.

No one would have thought that He Wen, who was bullied by his tutor to snatch his thesis, would have such a high talent.

Who wouldn't want to snatch a person who can rival Dean Ma in the future?

But He Wen is also smart. He knows that no family can be offended, so he directly follows Jiang Fuli into the research institute and shuts himself in.

No one can contact him.

"I dare not snatch Liang Wuyu's Chen family," Xiao Bingwen paused and sighed: "He Wen...you also know, who can find him?"

Jiang Fuli's laboratory has signed a confidentiality agreement.

This is true. Last time Xu Nanjing asked Jiang Fuli about Dean Ma, Jiang Fuli just brushed it off with a few words.

Jiang Fuli never favors any side. If you want to be around him, everyone has to rely on their own abilities. Even the Gao family wanted to use their connections to enter Jiang Fuli's laboratory, but he rejected them mercilessly.

"Forget it, wait for him to open a back door," Xu Nanjing was speechless, "unless it snows in June."

At this point, he suddenly fell silent strangely...

All rules are prepared for people you don't like, but... what if the other person is Baishen?