Zheng Wuming is a genius, at least, in terms of finance, it can be said that he is a top genius.

After coming out of the hotel where Yan Murong lived, he took Kunlun to the hospital to treat his injuries first, and then immediately embarked on a flight back to Switzerland.

Three days flew by, and to Su Qingwu's surprise, under the huge financial offensive, Zheng Wuming was able to endure for three days. Although he also lost a lot, Su Qingwu had to sigh that if it was him, he would definitely not have this ability.

"When are you going to start filming?" Su Qingwu closed the notebook, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Don't worry." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Isn't my actor not in place yet, this is a big-budget movie cooperated by superstars from Huadao and the two countries, so I have to prepare well."

"Islanders?" Su Qingwu was slightly stunned. In the past three days, he has been asking Yan Murong how to arrange this play, but Yan Murong has a strict mouth, no matter how Su Qingwu asks him, he doesn't even know how to be a beauty.

"Well, islanders." Yan Murong nodded and said. "I didn't tell you before, because I was afraid that you would think too much, anyway, you have to meet someone tonight, so there's no need to hide it from you."

"What are you going to do?" Su Qingwu asked curiously.

"It's said that it's a big production, of course we have to make the scene bigger." Yan Murong thought for a moment and asked. "How do you get American blockbusters in general?"

"American blockbusters?" Su Qingwu tilted her head and recalled for a moment before she said. "American blockbusters are basically like that, conspiracy, explosions, cars, assassinations – of course, they all use special effects. In order to capture the visual nerves of the audience, it is necessary to make a car explosion feel like an atomic bomb. ”

"Then use the explosion." Yan Murong laughed.

"You're going to blow up here?" Su Qingwu asked in surprise.

"Of course." Yan Murong said. "Isn't that bad? Otherwise, how can you make a big scene? ”

"But—"

"What's there to worry about?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "We live here and are attacked by terrorists, and we are not responsible."

"Terrorist attack?" Su Qingwu was stunned, looked at Yan Murong and asked in surprise. "You're not going to blow up the whole hotel, are you? Are you crazy? Even if you didn't do it, if someone finds out that you instructed it, do you know what will happen? Now that the whole world is fighting terrorism, you beware of people turning it back. ”

"No one will be hurt, don't worry." Yan Murong said-

At night, at two o'clock in the morning, when everyone was asleep, a huge explosion came from the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, followed by a flash of fire.

This explosion not only woke up the guests resting in the hotel, but the manager on duty at the hotel was also stupid when he saw the skyrocketing fire.

The Sofitel is a five-star hotel, and the people who live here are not very wealthy, but they are not ordinary people. And the place where the explosion and fire broke out was the presidential suite on the top floor. And the people who live here are not simple people - at least not people who are short of money.

At the time of the explosion and fire, the awakened guests had already called the fire alarm, and the hotel staff were busy evacuating the people on the floors - thankfully, except for the explosion on the top floor, the other floors were intact, and none of the guests were injured except for a few windows that were shattered.

The fire was extinguished in less than half an hour, and the hotel manager was relieved when he learned that there were no casualties on the top floor.

Thankfully, none of them were hurt—

In the police station, a fat man in a police uniform kept shouting and scolding in French, but the lowly people all bowed their heads, and no one dared to be born.

"Say, you all speak to me." Sherman's entire fat face was flushed with anger, and he slapped the table vigorously and shouted. "You can't find out anything about such a big thing? What about surveillance footage? ”

"Sean, you're in charge of the bombing, you say." Sherman said, pointing to a black policeman standing at the front.

"Director Sherman, I'm so sorry." Sean said. "When we went, the fire brigade was on fire, and when the fire went out, we went up to get the surveillance, and found that the people in the monitoring room did not run when the fire broke out, but fainted. This is man-made. ”

"What about the surveillance, where is the surveillance?" Sherman asked, shouting.

"Surveillance is lost." Sean whispered.

"Stupid pigs, you guys are stupid pigs."

Yes, we are all a bunch of stupid pigs, all the police are slandering in their hearts, and you are the fattest one in the whole police station, and you still have the face to scold us? We've been busy all night, you've slept all night at home, and you've come over early in the morning and cursed, you're a stupid pig.

After scolding for a while, Sherman was exhausted by his fat body, gasped for breath, looked at Sean and asked. "Have you found out who lives on it?"

"This one is clear." Sean said hurriedly. "There was a record in the hotel's computer. There are six presidential suites on the top floor, two of which are occupied, all of whom are Chinese. ”

"What about people?" Sherman asked.

"I don't know." Sean shook his head, and when he saw Sherman's face change and he was about to curse, he quickly said. "But we know their names, and we'll go to the TV station to advertise someone later, and I'm sure we'll find them soon."

As he was talking, the phone on the desk rang, Sherman picked up the phone violently, and as soon as he heard the other party's words, the whole person changed his face, nodded and finished answering the phone, and sat on the chair.

Wiping the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, Sherman said. "Quick, get everyone back, the call from the president's office, this case is the sole responsibility of our police department, Sean, you go to the TV station, the newspaper, the Internet - everywhere you can send news, you have to find those who live on the top floor within a day, otherwise, we will all be finished."

"Director, who is the person who lives on the top floor?" Sean asked curiously. "According to the on-site investigation, this is not a terrorist attack, but more like a retaliation attack, why is it that even the president is alarmed?"

"How would I know." Sherman yelled angrily. "There's a woman who lives on it, and it seems to be a family member of the top officials of the Chinese government, and the people from the consulate and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have gone to the president. Why are you still standing here asking me this? Why don't you get someone for me? ”

Just then, a young female police officer ran in and shouted. "Director, someone wants to see you."

"Who, don't you know you're busy?" Sherman shouted. "I don't see anyone but the president."

"It's two Chinese, a man and a woman." The female police officer said.

"Huh? Chinese people? Sherman was stunned.

"Yes, it's Chinese." The female police officer said. "They said you were looking for them."

"Come on, come to my office." Sherman bounced up from his chair and exclaimed excitedly.

Thank God that my position was saved.

PS: My whole body is wrong today, I've slept for a day, and I'll have two shifts today. Dizzy, these two chapters may be a little badly written, forgive me.