Gu Hui looked at Xiao Qian as if he were looking at a devil.

"Aren't you afraid that Xu Tiezheng is in danger?"

Xiao Qian pouted.

"What danger could there be? How dare they kill people in broad daylight?"

Gu Hui twitched.

"In your mind, co-authorship is not considered dangerous unless it kills people, right?"

"You talk a lot, so you can watch the show with peace of mind. The mountain man has his own clever plan."

Over there, the martial arts masters were obviously here to cause trouble. How could they be reasonable?

They were all yelling curses and swarming closer and closer, forcing Xu Tiezheng and others to retreat step by step.

Unfortunately, these people's curses were all in Cantonese. Xu Tiezheng and others knew that the other party was hateful, but they were no match for them.

From this we can see how important it is to learn another language.

"Why are you being so unreasonable? We came here first, so we have to be on a first-come, first-served basis, right?"

"You guys, go back and eat shit. Xiangjiang is not a place for you to come."

"Why do you curse?"

"What's wrong with scolding you? If you don't get out, I'm going to beat you up."

Xu Tiezheng blushed and had a thick neck, but his temper was quite stubborn.

"Apologise to me, you must apologize to me."

Instead of apologizing, a ball of spit flew towards him and hit him right in the face, which was extremely disgusting.

Now, no matter how good-tempered the crew members were, they couldn't bear it anymore and immediately stepped forward to push him.

"What kind of qualities are they? Is this what Xiangjiang people are like?"

"Pujie, Xiangjiang people are your ancestors."

The conflict quickly escalated, and the two groups turned from swearing to pushing and shoving. In the chaos, it was not known who threw the first punch, and the fight started immediately.

As soon as the fight started, many people in yellow vests suddenly rushed out from the crowd of onlookers, holding long guns and short cannons in their hands and surrounding the scene to take pictures.

The excited virtue is like the dung beetle seeing dung.

Gu Hui became even more anxious.

"What should we do? What should we do? The reporters are here. If they go back and write random things, will they discredit us?"

Xiao Qian pouted, not in any hurry.

He had already seen this scene in his previous life.

Shi Shi took out the phone, Xiao Qian simply said a few words, and then continued to watch the show in peace.

In less than ten seconds, chaos like a roaring tsunami came from behind the crowd of onlookers, which frightened the onlookers into hiding.

Then I saw more yellow vests rushing into the scene like a tide, and their performance was even more intense than the previous yellow vests.

Each cannon was about to hit the faces of the martial artists, making them unable to do anything.

"Excuse me, why are you here making trouble?"

"I heard that you were ordered by Feng Wanqian to come here deliberately to sabotage. Is that true?"

The new yellow vests' questions became more and more acute, confusing the martial arts masters.

This is not what we promised before, so why are you targeting us?

People who practice martial arts have well-developed limbs and simple minds. When forced to become anxious, they immediately lose their minds.

Finally, one guy couldn't stand the fly next to his ear and punched him out.

Good guys, the scene is even more lively now.

"The reporters are being beaten, the martial artists are beating the reporters!"

The rest of the yellow vests were like piranhas that smelled the smell of blood, and they all pounced on the martial artist. Under the 360-degree shooting, the martial artist's face was clearly recorded in the camera.

The yellow vests who came first were all dumbfounded.

"Fuck, who are these people?"

"Didn't you see? Of course he is also a reporter."

"How come I haven't seen these people before?"

"I haven't seen them either, but they are reporters."

"Who sent them? Why did they find the wrong person?"

"Are you an idiot? Are you looking for the wrong person? Their goals are so obvious, they are the same as ours."

"Then what do we do?"

"Do you have anyone with a big family?"

"No."

"That's it, just stay away and watch the show. I didn't remind you, don't write anything when you go back to report this time. In my opinion, things will be more serious this time."

Gu Hui was stunned when he saw the situation reversed.

"Wow, where did you find all these reporters?"

Xiao Qianan is as plain as day.

"Only a few are real, the rest are fake."

Gu Hui was so frightened that his soul flew away.

"Are you crazy? If you are caught pretending to be a reporter, can you afford it?"

"Who can find out?"

Xiao Qian pointed to the scene where the "journalists" who had chased away the martial artists and fled in embarrassment also dispersed, but the police arrived late.

"It's good that I didn't find a thirteen-year-old to pretend to be."

Gu Hui was resigned to this man's heartlessness and madness.

Little did he know that a few years later, such a disgusting thing would be staged openly.

The martial arts masters were driven away, the real journalists with bad intentions also ran away, and the yellow vests Xiao Qian found also ran away. All the police saw was a mess on the ground.

There is no other way, just register it. As for whether it can be handled, the police said nothing.

With such a commotion today, it was impossible to shoot, so everyone had to pack up and return to the hotel.

"You performed well today and stood firm, but your methods are immature."

On the way back in the car, Xiao Qian looked at Xu Tiezheng's dark eyes and made a comment while wanting to laugh.

"These people are so abominable, do they still have the law?"

Xu Tiezheng was furious, but could do nothing.

A useless person is a scholar, and a bald scholar is also a scholar.

"Don't be angry, let me avenge you."

Reporters in Xiangjiang always run fast. As soon as the convoy returned to the hotel, someone brought a large stack of newspapers to Xiao Qian.

Although most of the people Xiao Qian was looking for were fake, of course there were also real reporters.

The reporters in Xiangjiang don’t have any sense of moral integrity. If they spend enough money, they can do anything to blow themselves up, let alone make someone look bad.

Feng Wanqian is very influential in Xiangjiang. Even if his disciples and grandchildren are not as influential as him, they are still less influential.

The game was all set up, and they were just waiting to take advantage of Xiao Qian. But they didn't expect that their opponents were far more despicable than them.

When the situation became chaotic, the formal media became silent.

If you make random reports when the situation is unclear, you will be held responsible.

But Xiao Qian didn't care about the various tabloids he recruited. After returning home, they published it without waiting for the next day.

Moreover, each title is more horrifying than the last, and it is extremely critical.

"The big boss is not angry with the rising star and deliberately suppresses it"

"Master Feng Liu covers the sky with one hand and speaks the truth, and the mainland boy returns home in disgrace"

"Master Feng Liu gave advice late at night, and all the disciples went to town to commit murder"

"There is only one master in the Hong Kong film industry, and that is Feng Wanqian"

"The person who beat the man was revealed to be Chu Jianghe, the seventh disciple of Feng Wanqian"

Looking at the endless reports, Xiao Qian walked into the hotel with a smile on his face and waited for the incident to unfold.

Xiangjiang is such a big place, but the incident spread incredibly fast.
To be continued...