Now that the light has dissipated, a white rope as thick as the golden pillar and with a sharp object attached to the end of the rope flies down from under the sky like a bayonet and hangs under the sky.

Immediately, the thick white rope turned again as in memory, turning into a state of thousands of thin ropes.

"What the hell is that?!"

Jiang Li didn't look at the white rope anymore, looking at the white rope, he always felt a little weak inexplicably, and even had a faint fear.

Check the things, the live broadcast room has been closed, and the drone with the camera has long been out of signal and doesn't know where it fell.

Jiang Li turned off the live broadcast watch, and he didn't care about finding the dropped drone, so he hurriedly ran away with his luggage.

An hour later, Jiang Li, who ran back to the bed of the hotel in the seaside town, breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, pack your things and leave immediately."

Jiang Li's things were already less, and even fewer after the four drones fell, after packing up, Jiang left the rented Mercedes-Benz and rushed to the nearest city hall, bought a ticket and flew back to Shengjing overnight.

Returning to the familiar door, Jiang Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's safe."

After putting the hot water, Jiang Li put on a lifebuoy and lay down in the bathtub.

Taking a hot bath is a rare enjoyment, but Jiang Li likes to take a long bath, and it is easy to get sleepy after a long time, so in order to avoid drowning in the bathtub in his sleep, he put on a lifebuoy in advance.

In a daze, Jiang Li heard a hurried knock on the door.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Knock knock knock!

"What should I do?"

"Feng Dong means to ask Jiang to leave the house and sit down."

"It means that you have to be polite and not rude?! Day, trouble. ”

The foul-mouthed man resisted the urge to kick the door open, arched his fingers, and continued to knock on the door.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Li's neighbor's door slammed open, slamming against the wall, revealing a sound of dissatisfaction.

A man of five big and three thick walked out shirtless and said angrily: "You two are finished, knock for a long time, report the funeral!" ”

Hearing this, the foul-mouthed man turned his head and glanced at the shirtless man, and his calm and indifferent eyes instantly shattered all the courage of the shirtless man.

The temperament of people is different, and the eyes of those who have killed people and those who have not killed people are even more different.

The foul-mouthed man used to be a mercenary working in the Golden Triangle of Southeast Asia, and the blood on his hands couldn't be counted on two hands, and after returning to China, he did the work of a bodyguard, but the faint dead air in his eyes that was cold and cold could not be dissolved, could not be polished, and it was also something that ordinary people could not learn.

"Big brother, you continue, you continue."

The shirtless man slapped himself with a smile on his face and hid in the room.

Knock knock!

Finally, after 40 minutes of knocking, Jiang Li, who woke up in a daze, finally heard a knock on the door.

After drying himself and draping himself in a bath towel, Jiang Li opened the door.

"Who?"

As soon as the door opened, two sturdy men in black suits appeared in front of Jiang Li.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Jiang, our boss invites you to sit at home."

"Who is your boss?"

"Chairman of Pentium Group, Feng Sheng Feng Dong."

Jiang Li was suddenly, mostly for the live broadcast.

"Okay, I'll change my clothes, please wait."

"Please as soon as possible."

Jiang Li nodded, closed the door, and his brain was racing.

"It's going to be ten o'clock, and Feng Sheng also sent someone to invite himself, mostly for today's live broadcast, so I have to figure out when my live broadcast stopped before making up a story."

Jiang Li quickly turned on the computer and searched the Internet.

Sorting through the search results, he found a few problems:

First, I can't find the video material of his live broadcast on the Internet, is it a restriction on the live broadcast of the train or an official action?

For this, Jiang Li is more inclined to take official action, after all, there are nearly 70 million people watching the live broadcast, and no one takes a mobile phone or another mobile phone to shoot and record Jiang Li doesn't believe it, and it can only be the official handwriting to isolate the video materials on the Internet.

As for the reason, Jiang Li couldn't think of it for a while.

Second, text discussion is not forbidden on the Internet, and even Bai Yun, the live broadcast anchor of the train, discovered that the mermaid in the live broadcast has become a hot search, causing a boom in national discussion.

It's just that countless people say what they say, but there is a lack of video materials, and people who haven't watched the live broadcast are always a little hard to believe.

Third, his live broadcast was cut off when thunder exploded and rainstorm fell.

The matter is basically clear, and the next thing is to see Jiang Li's mouth escape and blind fabrication technique!

Different from the luxurious villa Jiang Li imagined, after passing through two means of transportation, car and helicopter, Jiang Li came to the Feng family's manor on the outskirts of Shengjing.

Looking down from the sky, there are granges, fish ponds, and golf courses...... And so on.

Entering the luxurious hall, a rather imposing middle-aged man stood up from the sofa and greeted him with a smile: "Nephew Jiang Xian, you are really young and promising!" ”

"Hello Feng Dong."

Jiang Li smiled very shyly, like a shy boy who met his parents for the first time.

Feng Yue on the sofa also stood up, and the pure white slim dress with the blue and versatile chiffon shirt added some temptation to the already beautiful and forgiving Feng Yue.

"You may be seated! Aunt Xue, serve tea to the guests. ”

"Okay."

"Nephew Jiang Xian, taste the taste of my treasured tea."

"Thank you, Dong Feng."

"Eh, I'm always called Feng Dongxian's multi-generation, so ......"

Feng Sheng showed a thoughtful look and slowly took a sip of tea.

Jiang Li glanced at Feng Yue, who was smiling and smiling, and said tentatively: "That's called ...... Father? ”

Burst! ……

Feng Sheng squirted out a sip of tea directly, fortunately, Jiang Li had already prepared and flashed over, but the tea on the table could not be drunk.

"Ahem! Aunt Xue, help put the table away. ”

"Okay."

Through the simple sentence just now, combined with the information he collected, Feng Sheng can be regarded as having a deeper understanding of Jiang Li, and it is indeed as his nickname says: No Eleven.

"Nephew Jiang Xian, my daughter has grown up, I will not interfere in her personal problems, and I will fully respect her personal opinions, but you are not engaged after all, it is too early to call Dad, so let's call Uncle Feng first."

"Dad! What are you talking about? Who's ...... with this little one?"

Feng Sheng suppressed Feng Yue's dissatisfaction and words with a look.

(Master, this can be endured, and the plan is very big.) ）

With a slander in his heart, he smiled: "Uncle Feng." ”

Jiang Li didn't rush to ask, "Is it okay to invite me to come so late", but comfortably leaned on the sofa and looked at Feng Yue, after all, it was beautiful and delicious.

Although Jiang Li has seen a lot of girls, there are really few who are as rich and beautiful as Feng Yue, and rare things are expensive.

The most important thing is that Jiang Li found that he could earn millions a day, money is heroic courage, and with money, Jiang Li's confidence is enough.

Seeing that Jiang Li was anti-guest, Feng Sheng secretly scolded the little rabbit cub, and did not procrastinate, and said bluntly: "Virtuous nephew, there was a thunderstorm during your live broadcast, what happened after the rainstorm fell?" ”