Chapter 69 Debt, Xiang Qing, where is he? Where is he? He wants...
It was rare to hear Yuan Jianxing mention his personal feelings for the first time, and Fu Ze was both surprised and somewhat stirred by new emotions.
What if Yuan Jianxing one day finds out that Wan Chuanqiu, who confronted him on the rooftop and caused him some psychological trauma, is the same person as Fu Ze?
Will he...?
Fu Ze could not fathom Yuan Jianxing's possible actions, nor could he imagine the answer, and he was unwilling to accept any negative outcome.
Now that things have come to this, even with the promise made beforehand, Fu Ze has decided to keep the fact that he will die and be reborn under the influence of the [Key] a secret to the end.
At the same time, he remained steadfast in his current principles of action, using his identity as Fu Ze as a useful but "restrained" tool to be controlled by the other party.
If this situation continues for a long time, even someone like Hara Mihoshi will eventually undergo some changes.
Human hearts are made of flesh and blood, aren't they?
To avoid letting his low mood affect his subsequent actions, Fu Ze put away his phone and focused his attention back on Franka.
Franka was also glancing over here from time to time, clearly observing Sparrow Feather's movements.
The conversation between Fu Ze and Que Ling just now inadvertently confirmed his identity and the legitimacy of his presence here, completely dispelling Franka's doubts.
However, while the doubts about his identity were gone, Franka's wariness of Fu Ze increased accordingly.
At this point, less than twenty minutes had passed since the warning letter stated 6 o'clock, meaning that Franka would definitely take some action within this timeframe.
Fu Ze, who is currently by Que Ling's side, is clearly the biggest obstacle to his actions.
However, what Franka could never have imagined was that the seemingly thin Fu Ze could actually take her down single-handedly with ease.
But Fu Ze did not do that.
Firstly, considering Franka's own capabilities, as long as either he or Yuan Jianxing is present, Que Ling's safety can be fully guaranteed.
Given Yuan Jianxing's personality, he would never pass on the troubles that he should be shouldering to others.
It's best not to overstep your bounds and alert the enemy.
Secondly, based on the various details mentioned earlier, he strongly suspected that there was another mastermind behind Franka.
Subduing Franka quickly would be easy, but that would only eliminate a thug who could be replaced at any time.
If one plan fails, the person behind it will inevitably become more cautious, and the next operation will be even more difficult to handle and impossible to guard against.
If you can eliminate the problem completely in one go, don't drag it out and risk complications.
Thirdly, Fu Ze also secretly wanted Yuan Jianxing to return to the "Chief" position in the public eye as soon as possible.
This is what I, as Wan Chuanqiu, owe him.
In the distance, the photography staff were still busy, and Franka in the crowd was also looking for an opportunity to act. Nearby, Que Ling was in a deep rest, while Fu Ze took a break from his busy work and glanced downstairs.
Earlier on the phone, he had suggested to Hara Mihoshi that ordinary people be evacuated in advance, and by this time, most of the people who had been strolling around the square had already disappeared.
Their original positions were also taken over by plainclothes officers.
The entire process was carried out covertly under the cover of those most eye-catching fan groups.
Unless one understands the characteristics of the executive group and observes them with exceptional care, ordinary people would never notice this "switcheroo".
It would be more than enough to fool Franka, an amateur who was barely competent at even counter-tracking.
Now that we've progressed to this stage, the other preparations must be almost complete as well.
Recalling the words "See you later," Fu Ze began to anticipate how Yuan Jianxing would appear later.
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"Ms. Que Ling, wake up! The set is all set up, it's your turn to go on stage," the agent called out from afar.
Que Ling clearly didn't hear her manager's call, and even rolled over on the beach chair.
As a "staff member," Fu Ze had no choice but to push the other party to force this crucial role in the next stage to start the recording.
After being shaken violently a few times, Que Ling finally woke up and shuffled over there as if acting on biological instinct.
She showed no signs of being a big star, and even seemed to have a "what's the use" attitude.
Just as the sun was setting, a streak of orange-red stretched from west to east, and along the way, it was scattered by thin clouds to reveal other colors, giving the rooftop scenery an oil painting-like texture.
The entire scene, combined with the Baroque-style court dress worn by Que Ling, unexpectedly created a sense of dilapidated and decadent beauty.
"Absolutely perfect." The photographer adjusted the aperture, looked up and directed the yawning Que Ling, "Ms. Que Ling, please stand on the steps."
Que Ling obediently followed the photographer's instructions and cooperated well in making various poses.
In the crowd, a staff member whispered to his colleague, "No, from this angle, with this lighting, isn't Teacher Que Ling's face completely wasted?"
"You don't know anything about snakeskin. This is called artistic expression," the person being questioned said seriously.
Just then, a third person chimed in: "You guys don't know anything. This is just our photographer arguing with his peers, determined to beat them in similar works."
Immediately, the other two people's curiosity was piqued, and they quickly asked, "Who is this person? Which work is it?"
"I don't remember the author's name, but the work seems to be called something like 'Angels Among Us'."
Fu Ze, who was eavesdropping: ..., this mesmerizing name sounds so familiar.
The second person bluntly remarked, "That's so tacky."
"The name may be corny, but the photo quality is really good. I'll show you." The third person immediately started working on it, "This is it."
Fu Ze, equally curious, glanced at it as well, and sure enough, it was the same artwork that Cui Ya had hung in the restaurant.
The figures and surrounding environment in the artwork seem to be scorched by the setting sun, emitting a touching warmth, just like the current state of Que Ling.
It wasn't particularly unexpected.
Because in this day and age, it would be hard to find another person who would give their work such an old-fashioned name.
Examining the photos on the third person's phone, the other two rubbed their chins, saying, "You know what, you really shouldn't say that."
"Right. They're just jealous and petty, otherwise how could they be called colleagues?" Having gained agreement, the third person smugly put away his phone.
The person who asked the question at the beginning then said, "We spend time finding big stars to appear on set, and we even time it perfectly. Aren't we still losing out overall?"
"Alright." The other two simultaneously punched the brim of the man's hat. "Shut up with that mouth of yours."
As the filming progressed and the deadline set in the warning letter drew closer, Franka, harboring ulterior motives, became increasingly tense.
Franka, who had successfully blended in with the staff, kept a close eye on Que Ling, while Fu Ze kept a close watch on Franka's movements.
The three of them formed a perfect "mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" situation.
Just then, as if it were the signal of a starting gun, the screen of the phone that Franka had been holding suddenly lit up.
Seeing this, Fu Ze immediately prepared to take action.
Although he may have some selfish motives, he will still take timely action to deal with Franka when necessary, such as when Franka poses a clear threat to Que Ling's life.
Sure enough, after reading the message, Franka put her phone back in her pocket, pushed aside the staff in front of her, and rushed towards Sparrow Feather.
He stepped on a cable connected to some unknown device, which was then pulled off the device.
Instantly, the largest spotlight went out, drawing away most of the attention.
Due to various factors, not a single one of the many staff members present stopped Franka.
In the blink of an eye, Franka had already put one hand around Sparrow Feather's neck, while his other hand had somehow pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the other's artery.
"Don't move!"
Including Que Ling herself, almost everyone seemed stunned by this unexpected turn of events, and for more than ten seconds no one reacted.
After adjusting her posture and making sure that Que Ling was completely under her control, Franka began to make her demands: "Now use that damn machine to throw me onto the curtain wall of that building over there. I know you can do it!"
Only then did Que Ling's manager realize what had happened, and he screamed frantically, "What are you standing there for! Listen to him!"
With his words, the staff on site finally sprang into action.
A few minutes later, Que Ling's face, which seemed to have been drawn by the Creator himself, was projected onto the glass curtain wall of the building behind the main structure, eliciting screams from the fans.
Due to equipment limitations, the overall visual impact of the scene was significantly less impressive than the scene Fu Ze had created at the Fengyue Building.
As the camera adjusted, Sparrow Feather's entire body was revealed, including Franka behind him.
The fans fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances, completely confused about what was going on.
“Executive Officer, I know you have received the warning letter. So let’s settle things as the letter says!”
Although Franka did not use any amplification equipment, the layout of the buildings surrounding the clock tower square caused his voice to echo repeatedly, giving it an unexpectedly sacred feel.
As if in response to Franka's provocation, a long, drawn-out horn sounded immediately from the end of King Street.
A massive flow of vehicles surged in and then spread out in an orderly fashion around the entire Bell Tower Square.
Although the overall formation was quite impressive, it didn't stop Fu Ze from thinking:
This entrance was rather conventional, a far cry from the heavy loader that looked like a thug in a suit.
So, it's because they're not playing at home that they can't unleash their full potential?
What a pity.
He decided to make a good laugh at Hara Mihoshi tonight.
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Unexpectedly, yet logically, the one who led the charge against Franka was not Yuan Jianxing, but rather a high-ranking executive from L City.
The senior executive yelled at Franka through a megaphone: "Franka Sen Brown, what are you doing? Calm down."
Franka completely disregarded this person.
After looking around, he continued shouting, "Where is that person? I want to confront that person face to face!"
"Which person? Explain yourself clearly." The senior executive began to pull at him.
"Stop pretending! You know perfectly well who I'm talking about!" Franka wasn't buying it at all. "Don't try to fool me. Although I don't know his name, I remember his face perfectly."
Perhaps out of excitement, or perhaps to demonstrate a threat, he tightened the knife pressed against Que Ling's neck.
In an instant, crimson seeped onto the blade, and a trickle of blood flowed down Sparrow Feather's skin.
The blood first pooled in the hollow of his collarbone, then the overflowing blood slid into his clothes and finally disappeared into the layers of collar.
If you ignore Franka in the background, at this moment, Sparrow Feather seems to embody the concept of "broken aesthetics".
Because Franka was pressing on her throat, Que Ling could only murmur weakly, "It hurts."
Upon seeing Que Ling injured, his manager nearly fainted, turning to the executives below and spitting out insults: "Whoever he wants to find, you better hurry up and find him! Do you think we pay millions in taxes every year so you can just freeload?!"
Just as he uttered the first "who," a figure in uniform riding a motorcycle, inconspicuous amidst the vast group of executives, stepped out and arrived beside the senior executive.
After coming to a stop, the man braced himself on one leg and slowly took off his helmet.
Who else could it be but Harami Hoshi?
Yuan Jianxing looked up directly in the direction of Franka on the rooftop, without saying a word, but both his actions and his eyes conveyed two words:
Looking for me?
The moment Franka saw Yuan Jianxing's face, he became ferocious, his skin and eyes turning a frightening red.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, it's you. Get up here in five minutes. No weapons allowed, take them all off now!"
Yuan Jianxing turned his head to look at the senior executive, seemingly seeking the other party's opinion.
Now that Franka held the initiative, the situation was completely unavoidable, and the senior executive had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Having received official permission, Yuan Jianxing got out of the car and walked towards the building's entrance.
As he walked, he removed the various weapons he was carrying.
Guns, ammunition clips, short sticks, knives, handcuffs, brass knuckles...
Each time a piece of the original star was removed, another piece was discarded to the side.
When he finally arrived at the building's entrance, the path he had walked on was littered with the weapons he had unloaded, as if he had personally demonstrated what it meant to "disarm and surrender."
"Five minutes. Don't try anything funny." Looking at the somewhat disheveled and embarrassed Yuan Jianxing, Franka was not relieved at all. Instead, her voice became even more fierce. "Since you attacked me first, I won't talk to you about the chivalrous spirit of fair duel."
The chivalrous spirit of fair duels...
Fu Ze was speechless.
It's unclear how Franka, who threatened Yuan Jianxing with the lives of innocent people to disarm him while holding a dagger himself, managed to connect those words with himself.
Yuan Jianxing acted quickly, and a few minutes later, the sound of the motor running could be heard from the elevator on the rooftop.
Immediately afterwards, the elevator doors opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
The crowd that had been standing still moved to both sides, making way for Yuan Jianxing.
Fu Ze naturally blended in, watching Yuan Jianxing intently.
However, upon closer inspection, he noticed something amiss about Yuan Jianxing.
Following Hara Mihoshi's habit, this person would very formally wear the collar insignia in the corresponding position on the uniform, and fasten the fastener at the back to the tightest point.
However, when walking among the crowd, the insignia of Hara Miki would sway slightly with his steps, which contradicted Hara Miki's personal habits.
Apart from that, unless there are special circumstances requiring strenuous exercise, Hara Mihoshi's steps are always very steady.
Therefore, when he moves, the chain connecting the two badges swings like a pendulum in a very regular and steady manner.
At this moment, Yuan Jianxing walked in a very hurried manner, which caused the chains connecting the two collar badges to shake very messily.
This is inconsistent with the composure that Hara Kensei displayed on the phone.
All these details indicate that this person is definitely not Yuan Jianxing!
Upon reaching this conclusion, Fu Ze felt a chill creep up his spine.
What about the real original star?
Where is he?
What is he going to do?
But at this moment, the most important question on Fu Ze's mind was still...
Why didn't you tell me?
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Author's note: (Thinking) So, if Xingxing hadn't become an executive, perhaps he would have been a world-class supermodel?
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