In Huayu, the career reward is spy

Chapter 205 A Chaotic New Year
In the messy private room, the limping man stepped on the motionless Brother Dai and wiped the bloodstains from his hands onto him.

In the corner of the private room, several hostesses huddled together, looking at him with terrified eyes.

The man's brutality was beyond their comprehension.

I can't even imagine how ruthless someone could be.

He had no expression on his face when he hit someone; it was like he was slaughtering a pig.

The lame man touched the cigarette in his pocket and found it had been crushed.

His gaze fell on a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes not far from the sofa.

He pointed to a hostess and then to the pack of cigarettes.

The hostess was trembling with fear, but she still mustered up her courage, took the cigarette, and moved next to him.

The woman's hands trembled so much that she almost dropped her cigarette.

The limping man glanced at her, reached for the cigarette, skillfully pulled out the filter, and put it in his mouth backwards.

The hostess, now a little bolder, reached out and shakily lit his lighter.

The woman's bright red fingernails contrasted sharply with the scarlet dots on the man's face.

The yellow flames ignited the cigarette, and the filter paper burned, turning crimson under the man's breath.

In the dimly lit private room, the flickering cigarette butts emitted puffs of bluish smoke with each breath of the man.

The hostess next to him looked at the man's unremarkable face through the smoke, unable to read any emotion from it.

It's like a completely cold-blooded robot.

The limping man, smoking a cigarette, pulled a cell phone from the pocket of the man lying on the ground.

The phone is nice; it's Nokia's latest model.

Several text messages caught his attention.

Someone urged him to avenge Zangtian, and he replied that he would give them an explanation in the next few days.

The person who sent the text message must be a member of Zangtian's family.

The limping man tossed his phone aside, looked down at Brother Dai lying in a pool of blood, and stumbled out of the private room.

Not long after he came out, several hostesses mustered up the courage to push open the door of the private room and look outside.

Only after finding no one in the corridor did they hurriedly run out to call for help.

More than ten minutes later, several police cars and ambulances arrived at the nightclub entrance.

Paramedics carried out the injured one by one, and some of the onlookers in the nightclub quickly recognized him as Brother Dai, the owner of the nightclub.

Isn't he the legendary big brother?
You got attacked on your own turf?
How can someone so useless be a big brother?
As Brother Dai was carried out, many people realized one thing: this nightclub might have to change its name and ownership.

In a clean private room, several female escorts, still in shock, recounted what they had witnessed.

Uncle Hat wrote everything down, occasionally interrupting to ask for details.

"Smoking backwards? Sichuan accent? Smoked a cigarette after committing the crime before leaving?"

Uncle Hat was shocked. This person is so arrogant and dangerous!

There were also several men in hats watching the surveillance cameras in the nightclub's monitoring room.

The surveillance footage shows a limping man wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat squatting at the entrance of a nightclub, smoking, before following the victim into the nightclub.

Twenty minutes later, the shopkeepers around the nightclub also received inquiries from Uncle Hat.

Soon after, a small supermarket owner confessed that a limping man with a Sichuan accent had come to buy cigarettes that afternoon.

Uncle Hat, who was conducting the investigation, continued his visits based on the clues.

Professionals were taking photos and collecting fingerprints at the nightclub.

The nightclub didn't quiet down until two or three in the morning.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Beijing, Ji Yu was eating potato chips and watching a movie.

I'm a bit too excited tonight and can't sleep at all, so I can only eat snacks and watch movies.

The movie is called First Blood, a story of a lone hero fighting against the police.

Ji Yu didn't know why he chose this movie; perhaps he wanted to learn some acting techniques.

The television flickered in the dimly lit living room, and the sounds of gunfights emanating from it echoed the crunching of potato chips.

After some time, the sky outside had already brightened. Ji Yu stood up, stretched, and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast.

More than ten minutes later, he sat in the breakfast shop, looking at the ashtray on the table. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers together and then pushed the ashtray behind the toilet paper roll to block it.

He wiped the oil off the table and overheard someone say that a major case had occurred at a nightclub in Xinjiekou last night.

He paused in his hand movements and turned his head to look curiously.

Two men, who looked to be taxi drivers in their forties or fifties, were chatting animatedly.

“A tattered cotton-padded jacket, a limp, a Sichuanese—he must be seeking revenge.”

"To be this good at seeking revenge? He must be a professional assassin!"

"Whose assassin is that?"

"Yes, I heard the police suspect he's a veteran."

"Hey, that can be considered doing a service to the people!"

"The company told us to be extra careful these next few days. Apparently, someone in the underworld is saying they're looking for that tattered cotton-padded jacket."

"Screw it, I'll pretend I didn't see it. Don't you want to live?"

"A reward of 5,000 yuan will be given for providing clues."

"Uh, then I'll be more careful today."

At this moment, the owner brought over a bowl of soy milk and said, "Big star, I added three spoonfuls of sugar for you. Don't listen to their hype; the security in Beijing is great."

Ji Yu smiled and thanked him, then picked up the soy milk and took a sip, without touching the steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the table.

I really don't have much of an appetite.

But what happened just now was quite interesting.

First they said he was ridding the people of a scourge, then they said they were afraid of losing their lives, but when they heard about the 5,000 yuan reward, they seemed to become bolder again.

Ji Yu silently memorized what had just happened.

I think this is a good subject matter, and it would be very interesting to adapt it into a movie.

Hollywood has its hurricane rescue, and China has its own story of a man's anger leading to bloodshed.

I'll think about it carefully and make it into a movie; that would be really interesting.

Ji Yu went home to catch up on sleep after breakfast.

I had a good night's sleep, and when I woke up it was already evening.

Ji Yu dazedly found his phone and discovered several text messages.

Zhang Yan sent messages, as did Li Xiaoran and the others.

After replying, Ji Yu covered himself with the blanket again and went back to sleep.

A few days later, Li Xiaoran returned to Beijing to prepare for the Chinese New Year, and Fan Bingbing also returned with her.

When Li Xiaoran arrived home, she saw Ji Yu sitting on the sofa watching TV with a scruffy beard. She immediately frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

She walked over with concern and squatted down in front of Ji Yu. Looking at his disheveled and dejected appearance, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Ji Yu scratched his head and said, "I don't want to go out these next few days."

"Did something happen to you?" Li Xiaoran was genuinely worried about Ji Yu's condition.

Ji Yu stood up with a smile and said, "I'm perfectly fine, I've just been too lazy lately."

Li Xiaoran didn't believe his nonsense and turned to look at Fan Bingbing behind her.

Fan Bingbing shrugged. If Li Xiaoran couldn't get the answer, she certainly couldn't either.

Li Xiaoran touched Ji Yu's face tenderly, feeling that the most important thing now was to give him a bath, shave him, and then give him a good meal.

Ji Yu was dragged by Li Xiaoran to take a shower and shave.

Fan Bingbing started cleaning the living room by herself.

While tidying up, she wondered what Ji Yu had been doing at home these past few days.

While cleaning the coffee table, she found a lot of newspapers underneath, several of which were reports about the major case from a few days ago.

A gang leader was attacked at a nightclub. He didn't survive, and five others are still in the hospital.

However, several days have passed, and they still haven't caught the person.

This story has almost become a legend in Beijing, and many nightclubs are now struggling to make ends meet.

There's a saying among the people that you should stay as far away as possible from anyone who has a limp.

I heard they arrested quite a few lame people, but none of them match up with the records. The underworld is in complete chaos now, with fights happening every day.

It's easy to imagine how much attention this would attract if something like this happened during the Chinese New Year.

This year's Spring Festival won't be so easy.

Without thinking twice, Fan Bingbing threw the newspaper into the trash can.

But after she lost the item, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was Ji Yu so interested in this case?

She remained silent for a moment, resisting the urge to take out the newspaper and look at it again, and bent down to continue cleaning up the trash.

Half an hour later, Ji Yu and Li Xiaoran came out of the bathroom.

He was much more refreshed by now. Seeing Fan Bingbing cleaning up, he said, "Stop cleaning. Let's move today. The new house is all set up."

Fan Bingbing, hands on her hips and clutching a rag, said, "Why didn't you tell me you were moving? You did it on purpose!"

Ji Yu scratched his head and said, "You didn't tell me you were going to clean."

"You still have the nerve to say it!"

Fan Bingbing walked over, grabbed his ear, and dragged him to the two large bags of garbage by the door, asking, "Look at how much garbage there is. If we don't clean it up, can we still live in this house?"

Ji Yu turned to look at Li Xiaoran with a calm expression.

Li Xiaoran immediately softened and slapped Fan Bingbing's hand away, saying, "Why are you yelling at him?"

"You're just protecting him." Fan Bingbing glared at Ji Yu, then secretly pinched him hard.

Ji Yu couldn't take it anymore, and his expression became more varied. He subconsciously reached out and slapped Fan Bingbing's butt.

The crisp sound of the slap immediately silenced the three of them.

Ji Yu glanced at Li Xiaoran with an embarrassed expression.

"Um... I'll go pack my things."

After saying that, he ran back to his bedroom in a flash.

Li Xiaoran turned to look at Fan Bingbing, who immediately raised his hand and said, "He attacked first!"

Li Xiaoran smiled and said, "You really have a way with things; he's much angrier now."

Fan Bingbing couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her smugly.

Ji Yu in the bedroom was much more normal now, and he even felt very hungry. He hadn't had much of an appetite for the past few days and had only been eating snacks.

Some of these situations were new to him, so it's understandable that he might have some lingering trauma.

But he feels much better now; he feels so hungry he could eat several cows.

He flung open the bedroom door and shouted, "I want to eat braised pork!"

"Know it!"

More than an hour later, Ji Yu sat at the dining table and wolfed down his food.

Li Xiaoran served him food, wanting to take this opportunity to ask him what had happened.

Before he could even open his mouth, Fan Bingbing stepped on his foot.

She had no choice but to shut her mouth and continue serving food to Ji Yu.

Fan Bingbing had a rough idea of ​​why Ji Yu was acting this way, but her guess was very different from reality.

Another person thought about something similar to hers.

At Zhou Xun's home, she looked at the newspaper and couldn't help but wonder if it was a case of hiring someone to commit murder or if Ji Yu had found a powerful backer.

It might not have anything to do with Ji Yu, but she always felt it was related to him.

Regardless of the method, Zhou Xun was somewhat afraid.

The attack was so brutal and ruthless that it was something no ordinary person could do.

Either it's their first time and they got carried away, or they're ruthless thugs.

It's most likely the latter; the version circulating in the industry is too frightening.

Even the psychopathic killers in movies don't have this kind of aura.

I've heard that many people want to turn this into a movie, and they're asking around to find out who Brother Dai has a grudge against.

This event is legendary enough even in a place like the capital.

If it really is related to Ji Yu, then half of his big trouble is solved.

At least you don't have to worry about being retaliated against at any time.

However, the people looking for him, Ximi, will not give up so easily.

This kind of thing, like sago, isn't just a Hong Kong phenomenon; it's quite common in mainland China too.

Besides Ximi, he will still encounter trouble in the entertainment industry in the future.

Hopefully, he has found a powerful backer who can help him avoid these problems.

Otherwise, there will still be a lot of trouble.

Zhou Xun tossed the newspaper aside, took out his phone, and wanted to call Ji Yu.

She hesitated for a moment before dialing and then put her phone away.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and Li Xiaoran should have already returned to Beijing. It's not a good time to call her now.

Xiaoran is also her friend, so it's not appropriate to directly poach her.

The three people on the other side finished their meal and started packing up to move.

Actually, there wasn't much to take; one bag for each of the three of us would suffice.

Ji Yu didn't plan to return the house; he intended to buy it for Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan really likes this house; the location and decoration are both good, and it's very comfortable to live in.

However, it's still far inferior to Ji Yu's new home.

Ji Yu's new home has four floors including the basement, with an area of ​​approximately 2,000 square meters.

Li Xiaoran stayed at her new home for only one day before leaving. She will definitely go home to visit when she returns to Beijing.

I'm not married yet, but I still have to go home for Chinese New Year.

Fan Bingbing didn't go home. If she did, it would be chaos. Her parents were taking care of the child every day, and the noise kept them awake at night.

On the third-floor terrace of the villa, Ji Yu was humming a song while grilling chicken wings.

Fan Bingbing, smelling the aroma, urged him to hurry up.

"This is ready, be careful it's hot." Ji Yu handed a chicken wing to Fan Bingbing.

Fan Bingbing smelled it and then took a small bite.

Fragrant!
She asked while munching on a chicken wing, "What time do you finish on New Year's Eve?"

Ji Yu flipped the chicken wings and said, "The performance should finish at 10:10, and I'll probably get home around 10:30."

"Almost, I'll bring you dumplings then."

"I want the three delicacies and shrimp."

"Mmm, my mom's mackerel dumplings are delicious too, want some?"

"Sure, how's your mom doing taking care of the baby at home? Should we hire a nanny to come over?"

"Forget it, it's better to keep her busy, so she won't nag me all the time."

Ji Yu smiled slightly and didn't discuss the topic further; his brother-in-law was still a little boy.

When he grows up, his brother-in-law will help him debut!

Debuting as a top star!
Time quickly came to Lunar New Year's Eve, and Ji Yu waited alone at home until after nine o'clock before setting off for CCTV.

The CCTV backstage was in complete chaos. Ji Yu greeted his colleagues as he hurried toward the studio.

When he got backstage, there was only one more act before it was his turn.

The timing was perfect!
Ji Yu looked at his backup dancers and said, "Don't be nervous, this is my first time on the Spring Festival Gala too. Look how relaxed I am."

The backup dancers managed a strained laugh; the Spring Festival Gala was being broadcast to over a billion viewers across the country.

Who wouldn't be nervous?
What if I make a mistake? What if there's a stage accident?
Just thinking about it makes my hands and feet tremble.

"Don't overthink it. Just treat it as a rehearsal. There are only so many people in the audience. Dance however you want to have fun."

Ji Yu chatted with the backup dancers, and soon the previous performance ended. The group in front of them had already gone on stage, and it was their turn next.

At this moment, Ji Yu remained silent and began to seriously adjust his state of mind.

Soon, Ji Yu heard the director's prompt in his earpiece. He glanced back at the backup dancers and whispered, "Good luck!"

"come on!"

(End of this chapter)