After a battle of wits and courage, the two sides finally reached an agreement in the form of offset. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Beilong went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and when he saw that the time was already past eight o'clock, he went to the door to put on his shoes and prepare to go out.

Jiang Hanxue watched the TV intently, but said coldly: "Go to the hotel to open a room by yourself, you are not allowed to take it home!" ”

“…… Your mind is too dirty! Bei Long was also drunk: "Is it true that I must be looking for Miss when I go out at night?" ”

"You still want to find Miss?" Jiang Hanxue turned her head abruptly and stared at him with surprise and disdain: "I thought you were just going to the bar, but I didn't expect you to be this kind of person......"

"What are you looking for! What a bar to go to! I'm here to make money for you, okay! Bei Long was speechless: "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock our department has a commercial performance in Liyang Department Store, tonight to set up the stage hanging, I have to go over and watch!" ”

Jiang Hanxue's little face suddenly flushed when she heard this, she really misunderstood Bei Long, but she still snorted arrogantly: "I won't make excuses!"

"Tomorrow morning's business show at nine o'clock, where is the use of going now?"

"What?" Bei Long belonged to the eldest girl for the first time in a sedan chair, and he suddenly remembered that the splendid grand plan was created by Jiang Hanxue, and naturally she should be very skilled in every business, so Bei Long hurriedly humbly asked for advice: "Isn't it that I don't understand the situation, and Wang Fatzi didn't make it clear, so when did Mr. Jiang say I should go?" ”

"The stage art team didn't go so early to set up the stage at night, they all went to work at two or three o'clock in the morning, and they could basically finish it at about five o'clock, and it would not exceed six o'clock at the latest. If you want to go and see it, just go over at 5 o'clock in the morning and have a look.

"But in fact, there are generally no problems, the stage team is all old and experienced. If you go to see it, it's just an acceptance procedure.

"When you're really busy, it's when the commercial show begins. You have to communicate with the mall, contact the performers, follow the schedule, and cooperate with the distribution of prizes and other trivial work. The main thing is to take pictures, and you must remember to take pictures of people's heads, these will become part of our feedback on the work......"

Jiang Hanxue explained to Bei Long quite patiently, and Bei Long couldn't help but look at Jiang Hanxue with admiration, originally thinking that she was a tsundere lady who would put on a face, but after more contact, she found that Jiang Hanxue was actually very connotative in her work.

"Got it?" Jiang Hanxue asked.

"Understood." Belon nodded.

"If you understand, give money!" Jiang Hanxue stretched her little face and stretched out a snow-white hand: "Consultation fee, five hundred yuan!" ”

"Mr. Jiang, don't joke with the poor about money, okay?" Bei Long looked at her with deep eyes, Mr. Jiang, you have learned badly......

"You...... Hum! Jiang Hanxue originally wanted to spray Bei Long a few words, but looking at the old house in Bei Long's house, and then thinking about Bei Long's riding a 28 donkey to work, and he didn't see any famous brands in his usual clothes, he guessed that Bei Long's family should really not be rich.

Although she is a little colder and sometimes arrogant, it doesn't mean that she is quite unreasonable.

"This is just a small punishment for you, see if you dare to bully me in the future!" Jiang Hanxue waved her little fist angrily with Bei Long, and continued to watch TV with the remote control.

Bei Long wiped a cold sweat: Mr. Jiang is still too young......

Because she slept on the sofa in the living room, Jiang Hanxue was watching TV in the living room, and Bei Long could only accompany her to watch.

Jiang Hanxue had to discuss it with Bei Long from time to time, but Bei Long didn't answer her, and the result was that the two of them sat on the same long sofa unconsciously.

Sometimes two people sit side by side and eat a bag of potato chips together; Sometimes Jiang Hanxue lies down and occupies the entire sofa and squeezes Bei Long in the corner, and when the discussion is intense, a pair of snow-white little feet kick Bei Long; Sometimes she even put her snow-white little feet on Belon's legs, trembling and trembling, gradually revealing her bad habits around her parents......

Belon enjoyed the feeling, not because of any dirty thoughts, but simply because he was watching TV with his family.

When he was younger, he didn't have as much entertainment as he does now, just watching TV. Belleon's favorite thing is to watch TV with his parents, who are discussing the plot, and he likes to mess around between his parents even if he doesn't understand.

But it was really a memory from a long, long time ago......

After watching TV, the two of them washed and went to bed, and Belon's biological clock woke up automatically at five o'clock on time.

Creeping up to brush his teeth and wash his face, Bei Long went to the kitchen to make breakfast first, put it on the table, and left a note for Jiang Hanxue, and then went out of the house silently.

At this time, there was no bus, and Beilong pushed the 28 donkeys and rode to Liyang Department Store with a "crunch" breath.

When he arrived at the Liyang Department Store, the stage frame had already been set up in front of the Liyang Department Store. A few members of the stage team were nesting in a leeward place, gathering to smoke, and in the dim sky, a few fires were bright and dark, and Belon spotted them at a glance.

"I'm Executive Commissioner Bei Long, may I ask who is Captain Xiao?" Bei Long had never met Xiao Fatzi, so he thought that he must be a fat man, but he didn't expect that these people were all fat.

"I am." A young fat man who looked quite like the singer Sun Nan stood up and shook Bei Long's hand: "Brother Long, you came just in time, our brothers have been sleeping and tired for half a night." You see, the stage frame has been set up, can you please help take care of it? Let's find a place to sleep for a while, and then we'll be back at eight o'clock at the latest. ”

"No problem." Bei Long can also understand their hard work, except for Xiao Fatzi, the other people don't look young, and they all look like coolies. Although Belon is not a virgin, this kind of gesture can help.

"Thank you, Brother Long!" Xiao Fatzi beckoned the stage art team to find a place to rest.

Bei Long looked at this time and there was no one at this time, and he had no experience for the first time, so he felt that there was nothing to look at, so he was like Xiao Fat and them, sitting and smoking in a leeward place.

Before he finished a cigarette, Belon heard a deafening sound of large-displacement motorcycle exhaust gradually moving from far and near.

Someone flying a car?

Belon poked his head out from behind the stage, and sure enough, he saw seven or eight motorcycles driving at high speed in which you were chasing and chasing, frequently interspersed, with bright headlights sweeping around like searchlights, and the sound of engines mixed with whistling and screaming, which was clearly a group of bikers.

For the emergence of the bikers, Belon is not surprised. During the day, there are many people, cars, red lights, and traffic police, and the bikers can't fly.

In the dead of night, it's a good time to ride a car.

It's just that they are getting closer and closer, and it seems that ...... It's for me! Belon stood up and walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Sure enough, the seven or eight motorcycles roared wildly and rushed to the stage that had just been built, and after seeing Belon, they blew the hooligan whistle, laughed wildly, and waved the baseball bats in their hands to demonstrate, and circled around Belon and the stage.

Belon stood lazily on the stage, under the dim street lamp in the cold morning breeze, the cigarette in his mouth flickered and dimmed, reflecting his crooked moon smiling eyes.

After a few spins, the bikers seemed to find that they hadn't been able to intimidate Belon, so they decided to play for real.

A strong man with shawl hair that looked like a power train took out a homemade fire from the box, lit the strip of cloth soaked in alcohol on the mouth of the bottle with a windproof fire machine, and then rushed to the stage with a sudden acceleration.

He raised the fire in his hand high, as if he was leading the race with the Olympic torch, and screamed excitedly.

Bellen was still squinting and smoking, his body motionless, as if he hadn't seen the dazzling fire in the morning light.

"Yo-roar!" When the strong man of the power train swept across the stage at a gallop, he suddenly threw the fire in his hand to the stage!

At this moment, Belon, who had not been moved, moved.

Wearing a white shirt and overalls, he seemed to be incarnated into a white lightning, and in an instant, he appeared at the first landing point of the fire and tile!

Before he could fall, Bei Long was like an agile cheetah, soaring into the air and kicking at the Huoran Huoyao tile!

His kick looked ferocious, but it was soft, and instead of kicking the Huoran Huoyao and the tile, he kicked the Huoran Huoyao and the tile and flew back at a very fast speed!

"Aha...... it! The power train was laughing triumphantly, but he saw that the fire he had just thrown out was back, and the target was his head!

"Phew!"

The power train was hit in the jaw by the fire and the power of the bull caused him to fall off the motorcycle in one fell swoop.

After hitting him, Huo Ran Yao and Ti rebounded twice, and only after hitting the ground did he shatter and burst into more dazzling flames. Although it didn't burn anyone, it caused a burst of exclamations.

"Nima-" A handsome guy with a long strip of cloth tied to his head like a street fighter scolded, and suddenly accelerated towards Belon, who had already jumped off the stage.

The deafening sound of the engine is like the roar of a beast, and the power brought by the speed makes this motorcycle seem to be overwhelming, trying to crush Belon mercilessly!

There was a sneer on the corner of Bei Long's mouth, and he didn't dodge or dodge to face him, and at the moment when he was about to collide, Bei Long jumped into the air bunker and came sideways, his whole body was parallel to the ground, and his body first bent and charged with force and then suddenly pushed straight, as if it was an invincible arrow!

"Smack!"

The Street Fighter was kicked in the face by Belon's feet, and his whole body flew backwards involuntarily, and his motorcycle crashed to the ground after a long drive, as ineffective as its owner.

"!" The power train got up with a mouth full of blood, and pointed at Beilong angrily and shouted: "Give it to me!" Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! ”