Judging from the contact with He Qian for more than a year, as well as those memory fragments, Jiang Yun really couldn't believe that He Qian would be such a person.

"Well, as long as you have this, I can say whatever you want me to say." The middle-aged woman nodded, rubbing her right thumb and forefinger lightly.

Seeing this action of the middle-aged woman, Jiang Yun suddenly understood.

The reason why the middle-aged woman in front of her said those words just now was to ask for money, and judging from the other party's skillful movements, it seemed that the other party was not the first time to do this kind of business.

Thinking of He Qian's despair before she died, and then looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her who was still eating He Qian's "blood steamed buns", Jiang Yun felt a trace of disgust for the middle-aged woman in front of him in addition to feeling sad for He Qian.

Jiang Yun forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and smiled stiffly: "Eldest sister, what we want to know is the real He Qian, and we don't need those fabricated lies. ”

Hearing Jiang Yun's words, the middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, she subconsciously squinted her eyes, and looked at Jiang Yun and the two in front of her with a pair of narrow eyes, and asked, "You two, shouldn't you be reporters?" ”

"Journalists?" A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of Jiang Yun and Zhang Ji.

The middle-aged woman who had been paying attention to the changes in Jiang Yun and Zhang Ji's eyes immediately confirmed her guess, and the middle-aged woman who originally wanted to make a fortune by selling some "explosive" news instantly turned cold, and the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.

"It's not a reporter, what are you still hanging around here, wasting the old lady's expression." The middle-aged woman snorted at the two of them, cursed a few words with an indignant expression, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

"Why are you like this, I ......." Seeing the middle-aged woman's face, a wave of anger surged in Zhang Ji's heart, and he couldn't wait to step forward and slap the other party.

Seeing the back of the middle-aged woman preparing to leave, Jiang Yun's heart moved, and he suddenly shouted: "Wait, as long as you are willing to tell us the information, we can give money!" Yes, we can pay for your messages. ”

Sure enough, as soon as she heard that Jiang Yun was willing to give money, the middle-aged woman's steps, which had already taken a step, immediately stopped.

"Give money? Are you willing to give money? The middle-aged woman turned her head and looked at Jiang Yun with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, as if she was confirming again.

The expression on the middle-aged woman's face made Jiang Yun know that his method was not wrong, and Jiang Yun immediately nodded: "Well, we are willing to give money, anyway, you wanted to sell journalist news before, and it was also to make money, didn't you?" ”

The middle-aged woman turned around and said with a serious expression: "Then, how much are you willing to give, but you can't give less." ”

Jiang Yun thought for a while, and directly shouted out a price: "One thousand, I'm willing to pay a thousand federal coins to buy the news you know, is it enough?" ”

"A thousand federal coins?" Zhang Ji, who was standing on the side, was taken aback by Jiang Yun's shouting, and hurriedly pulled Jiang Yun's sleeve and whispered: "Brother Jiang, isn't this a little, too much." ”

"Enough, enough." As if she was afraid that Jiang Yun would regret it, the middle-aged woman opposite immediately nodded, looking at Jiang Yun and the two with a chubby face, as if she was looking at a walking federal coin.

The middle-aged woman's face was filled with a kind smile again: "However, you also know that once the news is said, it will be worthless at all, so you must give money for this transaction first, of course, you can rest assured, as long as you give money, I promise to tell you everything I know about He Qian, and there will be no concealment." ”

Saying that, the middle-aged woman also pretended to whisper mysteriously: "To tell you the truth, I am very familiar with He Qian's little girl, and no one knows her things better than me." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged woman opened the collection code on her mobile phone and placed it in front of Jiang Yun and the others.

"Don't worry, I know it." Jiang Yun first smiled at Zhang Ji, then looked at the middle-aged woman with a serious face and said, "I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise, we won't finish this matter." ”

Regarding Jiang Yun's threat, the middle-aged woman's face did not change in the slightest, but she kept nodding: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm a very principled person, as long as you give money, I won't have anything to hide." ”

Looking at the middle-aged woman's philistine appearance, Jiang Yun didn't say anything, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and scanned the middle-aged woman's payment code.

After confirming that the federal currency had arrived, the middle-aged woman took the phone back into her pocket, looked at Jiang Yun in front of her, and a kind smile appeared on her face, and the more she looked at it, the more pleasing she felt to her eyes: "Although I don't know what you do, but since you gave the money, it's not a problem, okay, what do you want to ask, just ask." ”

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Jiang Yun immediately asked, "As He Qian's neighbor, do you think He Qian has plagiarized other people's songs?" ”

"Plagiarism?" Hearing Jiang Yun's words, the middle-aged woman seemed to have heard some extremely ridiculous question, and sneered: "You are asking the right person, if He Qian's stupid girl will also plagiarize other people's works, hehe, then I will be the richest man in the Federation." ”

"Anyone who has dealt with He Qian's girl knows that He Qian's girl is a stuffy gourd, an honest child, if you want to say that He Qian will plagiarize other people's works, I am the first to believe it."

The middle-aged woman thought about it for a moment and continued: "You want to ask about that song, in fact, almost a year before He Qian's accident, He Qian never went out every day when she got off work and rested, she was nested in her room to compose her song, that song is called Hai or something?" Sea...... Gull, yes, it's called a seagull, during that time, He Qian hummed this song in the room every day, and I would listen to it soon. ”

"It's a joke to say that the little girl plagiarized the song of that star."

"Sure enough." Jiang Yun's eyes froze, and he probably looked at the middle-aged woman with a suspicious look: "Are you so sure that He Qian didn't plagiarize other people's works?" ”

Seeing that Jiang Yun didn't seem to "believe it", the middle-aged woman's voice was a little anxious, and even her tone was a few decibels higher: "Of course it's confirmed, after He Qian's accident, as a neighbor, I also specially checked the relevant information, the time when the star named JUOP released this song was later than the singing voice coming from He Qian's room, I don't know how long." ”

"Therefore, He Qian did not plagiarize other people's songs at all, but was cheated by someone." The middle-aged woman said with great certainty.

“...... Have you never told anyone about that? Jiang Yun suddenly spoke.

"Of course, whatever, isn't this information worth your thousand Federation coins?" The middle-aged woman nodded.

Looking at the middle-aged woman's excited appearance, Jiang Yun couldn't help but ask: "Why, you obviously know that He Qian was wronged, but you have never mentioned these to anyone, and even in order to make money, you can also say something malicious to slander He Qian, why?" ”

Hearing Jiang Yun's words, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly became ugly.

Looking at Jiang Yun in front of her with her eyes, there was a hint of fierceness in the narrow eyes of the middle-aged woman: "He Qian's girl is not dead, what does it have to do with me, boy, this time for the sake of the money you gave this time, I won't care about you, otherwise, hum." ”

After saying that, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked towards the outside of the corridor.

More than ten seconds later.

"Damn, this garbage is littered, I wish that damn bastard would be dead on the streets one day." At the staircase on the second floor, a middle-aged woman cursed viciously, apparently annoyed by the bags of household garbage placed at the staircase.