Journalist is a special profession that countless people love and fear.

They speak sharply, they think actively, and even if they just drop a flower pot from the upper floor and hit a cat, they will exaggerate it as a terrorist bomb attack on the citizens.

After the documentary was broadcast, Yan Murong quickly became popular, and many people remembered this handsome-looking young man who was really dissolute when he played Tai Chi, and even knew through TV that he was the doctor who represented Huaxia in the Chinese medicine competition this time.

Huaxia people are like this, as long as they like it, even if the other party is a cat or a dog, they can make them red and purple. But if the other party behaves not as they expected, they will scold mercilessly.

We support you, but you let us down - Yan Murong is in this situation now, in the eyes of many people, Yan Murong should not give up the competition, you see that in the Olympic Games, everyone is injured and still insists on competing, you are not sick or sick, why give up?

Of course, only a small number of people scolded Yan Murong, perhaps because their sense of patriotism was too strong, so they didn't understand Yan Murong's approach.

Some people scolded and some people supported it, so many large forums in China issued discussion posts about Yan Murong giving up the game to discuss whether Yan Murong gave up the game was right or wrong. For a while, the two factions quarreled, and some even made an appointment with a real PK.

For such a thing, Yan Murong laughed at it. He doesn't care much about fame at all, whether it's praise or scolding, let those people do whatever they like, he just needs to follow his own pace step by step.

Late at night, on the roof of the Tokyo Hotel.

Yan Murong stood on the edge of the roof, looking down at the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, the majesty of late autumn gently blowing the bangs on his forehead, and his eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Behind Yan Murong, Mie Ozawa, who was wearing a suit, stood there quietly, her head slightly lowered, and her appearance looked very respectful.

"This is the medicine of the year."

Yan Murong turned around, took out a porcelain vase from his pocket, handed it to Mie Ozawa, and asked. "Are they all obedient?"

"There was resistance at first." Mie Ozawa raised her head, stretched out her slender fingers and stroked her long hair that was blown by the wind, and said. "But when you have a drug attack, they're all honest."

"Not bad." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed again, and he looked at Mie Ozawa and said. "But you don't seem to have heard much from me lately."

"I'm sorry." Ozawa Mie's face changed, and she immediately knelt down, and said without daring to raise her head. "The last time you left Tokyo, Mitsui was so careful that he didn't even go out for days, and we couldn't get any more information."

"Stand up and speak." Yan Murong smiled and waved his hand. "What's wrong with you islanders? I didn't blame you, what do you kneel down to do at every turn? Okay, now tell me what you came to me for. ”

"Mitsui Yingjun went to see Zheng Wuming today." Mie Ozawa stood up from the ground, stood beside Yan Murong with her head down, and said softly. "We don't know exactly what the conversation was about, but he only got in for five minutes."

"Did the two of them get together?" Yan Murong was a little surprised.

"Yes." Mie Ozawa nodded. "Mitsui looked happy when he left, and I thought they might have reached some agreement."

"What else can you do, discuss how to deal with me." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"So, do I want to-"

"No, you don't." Yan Murong waved his hand, interrupting Mie Ozawa's words. "Just do what I ask you to do, and I'll let you know in advance if I need you to do something."

"Yes."

Mie Ozawa nodded respectfully, and then stood aside and stopped talking.

"Ghost, hehe, you're still a ghost person."

In the room, Mitsui Hidetoshi was muttering to himself while caressing the beautiful naked body on the bed, but the smile on his face was full of coldness.

"Mitsui-kun, let's do it again." The woman was touched emotionally, her body was tightly attached to Mitsui Yingjun, raised her face, and said coquettishly.

"Do you want to come again?" Mitsui had an evil smile on his face, and reached out to pinch the woman's plump chest, which immediately caused the woman to cry out in pain with endless charm.

"Mitsui-kun, the person you pinched is so comfortable, let's do it again." The woman looked at Mitsui handsomely with silky eyes, and the spring in her eyes was fully revealed.

She is a star, or a star waiting to become famous, with good looks and a good figure, but she just lacks a chance to stand out. Now that opportunity is here. The man in front of him is the eldest young master of the Mitsui family, as long as he serves him well, the future will be bright.

"One more time? Okay, but I'll have to wait until I get something done. Mitsui smiled and pressed a button on the bedside table, and soon, a gust of wind came, and the window didn't know when it would open, but in front of the window, there was a man in a black suit.

"Master, please command." The man bowed his head and bowed respectfully to Mitsui.

"Tokyo Hotel, target, Yan Murong." Mitsui said coldly. "Let your people bring weapons, don't underestimate that kid's ability, there is only one chance, failure, you know the end."

"Master, my subordinates have something to say." The man looked up, no expression on his face.

"Say." Mitsui waved his hand as he stroked the body of the person next to him.

"Master, wouldn't this be too hasty?" The man said. "If you move him now, you will be the most suspicious."

"My suspicion? What am I suspicious of? Mitsui laughed. Don't you have faith in your people? Or do you not know how to create illusions? ”

"My subordinates understood." The man immediately understood, bowed, and said. "Please rest assured that the subordinates will do things well."

"Go ahead, do it clean." Mitsui waved his hand, and when the man was about to go out, he was born again and stopped him.

"Master, what else do you command?"

"Not really." Mitsui Yingjun smiled evilly, and in the woman's exclamation, he pulled her up from the quilt, pushed her over, and said. "This woman wants to come once, but I'm tired and need a break, so I'll give her to you."

"Thank you, master, for the reward." The man's voice was full of respect, and as he spoke, he picked up the woman and disappeared from the window in an instant, regardless of the woman's exclamation and pleading.

"Ghosts? Hum. Mitsui looked at the dark window and said with a sneer. Let's see how capable the ghost really is. ”

PS: I haven't been on a train for several years, my back hurts, and I suddenly found that I was old, and my old arms and legs couldn't help tossing...... I'll code out one chapter first, I'll go eat and rest first, and I'll update the second chapter later.