Generation Z Artists

Chapter 54 This boy is so handsome
In less than half an hour, Xiaolong called Fang Xinghe back, breathlessly.

"Master Fang! We found the person!"

"No hurry, take a deep breath, slow down..."

"I'm fine! I'm at the Regent Hotel, the one in front of the station, owned by Wang Ye!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Wait for me to get over there."

Fang Xinghe stood up, and Duoyu and Heizi, who had rushed over, also stood up. Duoyu put a dagger behind his waistband, and Heizi picked up Fang Xinghe's briefcase.

"What are you doing?" Leader Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waved his hands, "Put the guy down. Our Thirteen Eagles are now clean. We are a fucking study group, not a club..."

The boss's joke made the two guys laugh so hard that they were unable to straighten their backs.

"Hahahaha...study...study group..."

"Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose……"

Fang Xinghe couldn't help laughing. The editor of Jibao was definitely a genius. He should be hired when he starts his own company so that he can entertain everyone every day. It would be a waste for him to stay in the provincial newspaper.

"Okay, let's go and see our new friend."

"Okay! GoGoGo!"

He was a very prestigious gangster, but he didn't even have a car. Fortunately, when Duoyu arrived, he had called a taxi and was waiting at the door, so Fang Shao didn't have to walk there.

At that time, Nong'an's taxis were small Altos. Fang Xinghe had never seen this thing in his later life. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like an old man's car.

When I got off the bus, I looked up and saw a huge... 4-story building.

Regent Hotel? Great, great, that's perfect.

Before he could see more details, Xiaolong jumped in front of Fang Xinghe. He wanted to raise his hand but didn't know where to reach. He was at a loss, his face flushed, and in the end he just shouted.

"Master Fang!"

Fang Xinghe didn't know how the young men in society greeted each other these days, so he took the initiative to open his hand and reach out.

"Brother Xiaolong, thank you for your hard work."

Xiaolong hurried over to shake hands with Fang Xinghe, saying repeatedly: "It's not hard, it's not hard, there's only a small space in front of the station, we can find it easily!"

"Where are people?"

"4th floor, 404!" Xiaolong raised his hand and pointed. There was actually a younger brother standing guard next to the lighted window.

"Let's go upstairs."

Xiaolong immediately led the way in front, Duoyu and Heizi followed behind, surrounding Fang Xinghe in the middle.

As they walked, Xiaolong introduced the situation to Fang Shao.

“We went to the front desk of each hotel and asked one by one. The hotel girls here are all familiar with us, so it was easy to confirm.

Then I asked my two sisters to trick the door. When those two idiots heard that they were sisters, they opened the door immediately. Then my brothers rushed over and pinned them down on the spot!
Damn, the people from the capital are different. They have a lot of valuable things, such as cameras, mobile phones, and recorders..."

Fang Xinghe listened patiently, and only then asked: "You didn't touch their things, did you?"

"How can that be possible!" Xiaolong immediately shook his head, "Wouldn't that be considered burglary? We are just hooligans, we are not stupid."

"Good, you have brains."

After hearing the compliment casually, Xiaolong touched the back of his head and grinned foolishly, then felt embarrassed again.

When he reached the 4th floor, he looked up and saw three people guarding the corridor outside the door, two women and one man. When they saw Fang Xinghe appear, their eyes lit up and they hurriedly covered their mouths, almost screaming.

Fang Xinghe nodded to them kindly and walked into room 404 under the guidance of Xiaolong.

There were four young men and two young girls in the room. When they saw Fang Xinghe, they all stood up. Some rubbed their hands nervously, some stepped forward subconsciously, and some were so shocked that they covered their mouths...

They will look like the idols that the girls of later generations see in person.

——Perhaps it is even more exaggerated, because your brother Fang, without makeup, is the real top-notch face that can unify human aesthetics.

"Wow……"

With a suppressed exclamation, Fang Xinghe looked towards the bed.

Sitting on the bed were two middle-aged men in their thirties or forties, who had been stripped down to their underpants and were shivering. They showed no signs of having been beaten, but they looked quite frightened.

On the bedside table next to him, there were cameras, recorders, mobile phones, notebooks and pens scattered around.

Fang Xinghe understood what was going on, and he raised his hand, and Heizi immediately handed him the bag.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

He casually pulled out about two or three thousand yuan from his bag and handed it to Xiaolong without counting.

"Brother Xiaolong, take the brothers out for a midnight snack and thank everyone for me. If there's still enough time after we finish our work, I'll go and toast everyone with a glass of wine."

Social society!

The two reporters looked up in astonishment, their faces full of shock and suspicion in their eyes - damn, Fang Xinghe, you really unified the Nong'an underworld? !
You act like a big brother, but I don't believe you don't have many lives on your hands...

His posture is so elegant, his movements are so natural, and his language is so sophisticated that he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

When the two brothers thought about the time when Wang Deli was interviewed and he cried and wailed, their hearts suddenly lifted up - Oh my god! This guy didn't lie, Fang Xinghe was really the kind of crazy kid who would bury people if he didn't agree with him!
Their eyes went dark, their hearts tightened, and the two brothers began to tremble.

Xiaolong was overwhelmed by the huge stack of RMB in his hand, and he was at the same time struggling and hesitating. The two emotions mixed together and he was at a loss: "Mr. Fang, this... I... I'm going to do something small for you..."

"You should thank your friends for the trouble they caused you."

Fang Xinghe waved his hand, interrupting Xiaolong's unresolute words of humility, and instructed in a tone that was not easy to question: "Give the extra ones to your brothers and sisters, and tidy up your personal image. The boys are handsome and the girls are beautiful, why are they so sloppy?"

Where have you kids seen this?

Two of the girls were almost in tears.

The other few people originally wanted to come forward and say hello to Fang Xinghe, but now they felt ashamed and dared not move.

But they were not angry about it, instead they were full of affection - Young Master Fang praised me! My mother has never cared about me so much!
In fact, this is the essence of Mr. Fang’s routine.

He didn't want to be pestered by a bunch of little brats, asking him questions and hugging his neck and rubbing his legs.

But, since they are helping us wholeheartedly, we can’t just give them the cold shoulder, right?

Therefore, you need to show friendliness while keeping a distance, which is a test of emotional intelligence and operational skills - your brother Fang will fight if he is not convinced, and he dares to confront anyone and is as fierce as anything, but it does not mean that he has no emotional intelligence.

On the contrary, when necessary, perceptual attributes can be transformed into a lot of emotional intelligence.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang!"

Xiaolong nodded vigorously, very solemnly: "Everyone who helped me today is here to do things for you. I can't let them suffer a loss even if I don't take any for myself!"

Fang Xinghe raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder: "Okay, go have fun, and I'll contact you later."

Xiaolong glanced at the two reporters and said hesitantly, "Should I leave two brothers to hold them down..."

"No, just chatting, not that serious."

Fang Xinghe smiled lightly, which made the two reporters even more frightened.

What the hell is this place?

What the hell is going on?

Fang Xinghe, you are almost breaking the law, do you know that?!

The boys and girls retreated in a hurry. They didn't dare to breathe in the room, and started chattering as soon as they went out.

Fang Xinghe vaguely heard the two tiger girls complaining to each other again.

"Why didn't you come again?"

"I can not……"

"Fuck you! You were so fierce before, but now you are as soft as a cucumber in front of me!"

"My legs are so weak..."

"Damn! Another good opportunity wasted!"

"You, you're still talking about me. You're so awesome, why don't you go up?"

"My legs are weak even when I'm fucking a horse!"

He was so righteous and confident that it was almost hilarious.

However, instead of laughing at her, her companions all agreed with her.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master Fang is so awesome. I only dare to sneak a peek at his profile and never look at him straight in the eye!" "His aura is even stronger than those gangster bosses!"

"I'm really confused by his handsomeness. Damn, how can there be such a handsome man?"

Fang Xinghe, who was still standing at the door and didn't go in, couldn't help but shake his head and smile, finding these kids funny.

Even though he only lived to 25 in his previous life and is only 14 now, the difference in experiences and knowledge determines who is a child and who is exceptional among adults.

"A cute bunch of little brothers, aren't they?"

Fang Xinghe took the initiative to speak the first sentence to the two reporters. The unexpected entry point made the two more uneasy.

After looking at each other, the older man took over the conversation reluctantly.

"Yes, yes, they are all quite... innocent."

When the young man saw that Fang Xinghe's attitude was not that bad, he also spoke up: "Fang Xinghe, you are the young writer I admire most, you have a bright future, and we two brothers are just reporters trying to make a living, we don't have anything..."

"Do you have money?"

Fang Xinghe interrupted slowly.

"what?!"

The two men were one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. The older one had a precarious hairline and the younger one had dark eye sockets, looking unlucky.

At this moment, those who were asked by Fang Xinghe were all confused and looked at each other, their faces becoming more and more bitter.

"This... not much..."

"I guess so." Fang Xinghe nodded in understanding, pulled a chair in the room, sat down opposite the two of them, and looked at them straight.

"I have a way to make money here, would you like to hear it?"

"Forehead……"

The bald man and the dark-eyed man looked at each other for the third time, their eyes were a little hesitant.

When people are in an unknown and high-risk environment, they are more likely to develop a sense of dependence on their partners. When two people encourage each other, they will not feel so guilty and fearful.

So Fang Xinghe not only did not separate them, but faced both of them at the same time openly, hoping that they could influence each other.

“Living in the capital is not easy!”

With a sigh, Mr. Fang took out half a box of Hongtashan cigarettes from his bag, took out two cigarettes, slowly put them into the two people's mouths, and then raised his hand to light them.

This set of actions is not to look cool, but to put pressure on them and lay the psychological foundation for the following words.

"As for me, I also lived in the imperial capital for a while. One person's food feeds the whole family, so it's not bad to stay there. The novelty far outweighs the pressure. How are you two? Have you settled down?"

"No, no." The man with dark circles in his eyes held a cigarette in his mouth but didn't dare to smoke it. He smiled cautiously and said, "How can I afford it?"

The bald man was an old smoker. He took a greedy puff and felt a little more at ease. He looked at the boy cautiously and nervously: "Student Fang, you are also very busy. If you have something to say, why don't you just say it?"

"Nothing." Fang Xinghe smiled easily, "I really came to send you money."

"An interview with your uncle?"

Anyone who can become a reporter is at least not stupid. The two of them actually had some guesses a long time ago, but they finally had the chance to ask.

"Correct."

The bald man immediately waved his hand and said, "No charge, you can take all our photos and written records now, and consider it as our apology to you."

Fang Xinghe laughed dumbly: "I'm not a robber."

After a pause, he said, "It's too unskilled."

Finally, he raised his hand and pressed forward: "No hurry, smoke."

It means you can shut up.

These three sentences were respectively accompanied by laughter, pause, and raising of hand to stop, leaving no room for the two of them to interrupt.

Not only is he strong enough and has a calmness that completely controls the situation, but he also uses aggressive details to break through the opponent's psychological boundaries layer by layer.

The two of them could only shut up and smoke in silence.

During this time, he carefully observed Fang Xinghe, while his brain was working at high speed.

How long does it take to finish smoking a cigarette?
If it's fast, half a minute, just like now.

So, how many questions can be thought through in half a minute?
Very rarely, not even enough to be specific about any particular issue.

So in fact, they were only sure of one thing - Fang Xinghe was not a simple person, and they must not treat him as a child. They must give him great respect and carefully consider his suggestions or requests.

At this point, the two Nandu reporters went from being panic-stricken and anxious to being confused, curious and frightened.

Fang Xinghe finally got down to business.

"It's meaningless to take anything from you. It's the same with hurting you. To be frank, the top leaders of Nandu are probably hoping that I will bury you in Nong'an. I will trade your lives for a piece of big news. Some people might even jump for joy... Do you know who I'm hinting at?"

The previous words made the two people feel very offended, but after adding the last sentence, the anger disappeared and was replaced by suspicion.

"Haha, it seems you guys know what's going on."

Fang Xinghe was like a devil, he chuckled and was full of sarcasm, but he didn't go into it any further and suddenly changed the subject.

"Never mind, that's not important. I never care about people or things that are out of my reach. I only care about myself."

This sentence is like a small, sharp hook with barbs, quietly stirring up certain emotions.

Dark circles were a little restless: "What do you want to do?"

The bald man hurriedly tried to smooth things over and make up for the “disrespectful” tone of his companion.

"Yes, Mr. Fang, you see it's already like this, if you have anything you want to talk about, let's be frank, okay?"

"It's very simple."

Fang Xinghe leaned back in his chair lazily and made his request slowly.

"I need you to withhold the current interview content, rewrite a manuscript without suspicion and fax it back. You can decide the scale yourself. I only make one request - no more reporters can come to interview my uncle's family, and they can't get suspicious and take the initiative to find someone to expose the information..."

"Impossible!" Dark Circles almost jumped up in anxiety, "How can we have that kind of influence? We can't do it at all!"

"One million."

"Clam?!"

As soon as Mr. Fang's light voice came out, his dark circles froze on the spot, half sitting, half jumping, with only his butt sticking up high.

The bald man opened his mouth wide and tilted his head slightly. The light shone on his forehead, making it shiny.

"How many, how many?!"

Mr. Fang raised his right hand leisurely and spread out his five fingers: "5 RMB, you can discuss and divide it among yourselves."

He only had a total savings of more than 20 yuan, but he dared to spend 5 yuan on such a thing. But don't think that 5 yuan is worthless. The actual salary of the two reporters from the imperial capital is just over 600 yuan.

Gudong!

The sound of Dark Circle swallowing was deafening.

The bald man's forehead was covered in sweat, and his lips were so dry that they were about to crack, but he thought more and reminded him bitterly: "There is no point in doing this. Even if we can delay for a while, we can't delay forever..."

"I don't need you to keep dragging it out."

Mr. Fang raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly. His beautiful heterochromatic pupils were narrow and evil. The impact was completely indescribable. The more you looked at him, the more he looked like a devil tempting you to commit a crime.

"Two to three months, by then, you can even break the news yourself and get another bonus from the company. I've thought of the reasons for you - the last investigation was not perfect, and we felt that something was fishy. The more we thought about it, the more we felt that something was wrong. Then, after a second secret visit, we overcame all difficulties and worked hard to convince Wang Deli, and finally the truth came to light..."

The two brothers looked at each other again, and then they clearly saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

"But...but..."

"I don't understand, what are you trying to do?"

Fang Xinghe glanced at the dark circles under his eyes and answered openly, "Find a good day to put my new book on the shelves."

"Just for this?!"

Dark Eyes' scream was about to break. He couldn't understand it at all. How could a person be so crazy?

All this fuss and money spent, only for such a small matter?
Is it that I don’t understand genius, or are you too sick?
Although he was full of doubts, looking at Fang Xinghe's calm and resolute face, as if he had everything under control, he had to admit, damn, this kid is so handsome when he gets crazy...

(End of this chapter)