I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 5 5. Takeaway
"Or I'll run."

An Sheng said this with a face full of fear.This is no joke. When a black fan is discovered, no one knows how terrible it is, and no one knows what will happen next.

"Don't worry." Zhao Lang calmed An Sheng's emotions: "Tell me first how you were discovered."

"I don't know either. I was stopped by a man when I was delivering food, and then he took me into a car. The door opened and Li Zhien sat in the car."

"Why did you follow that man?"

"This... this." An Sheng hesitated: "He said he was talking to me about business, and I fell for it without holding back."

"You, you, you, you." Zhao Lang suddenly blamed him with a feeling of hatred for iron, and said: "Money, money, money, you know money, it's all right now, it's almost empty."

"Now is not the time to say such things." An Sheng grabbed his hair and said, "The most important thing now is what should I do."

Zhao Lang is one year older than An Sheng, and usually Zhao Lang takes care of An Sheng a little more, so An Sheng can only ask Zhao Lang for help when encountering such a situation.

Zhao Lang stroked the beard on his chin and sorted out the whole thing, "What were you talking about with her in the car?"

An Sheng told the conversation outside the car.

"just this?"

"Gone."

Zhao Lang was speechless: "Just let you apologize?"

"Yeah, I'm still wondering. You said why they didn't know to sue me, but called me over for the trouble and just asked me to apologize. Isn't this asking for trouble?" An Sheng didn't understand either. explain.

"Then what did Li Zhien tell you?" Zhao Lang asked again.

"She just asked me if I knew her, and asked my name when she left."

"Did you tell her?"

"Of course, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

Zhao Lang was also a little confused for a while, logically speaking, the general company's attitude towards black fans would definitely not be as good as what An Sheng encountered today, at least they would not talk to him calmly.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Zhao Lang gave up thinking, "Let's take a step and see. Since they just want you to apologize, you should follow their request first."

"Then I'm done apologizing, what should they do if they're going back on their word and suing me?"

"Then we can only go in."

After An Sheng heard this, his eyes were dull, his limbs were weak, and he slumped on the chair as if resigned to his fate.

Zhao Lang stood up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, think about it on the bright side, at least she didn't sue you now, and you don't have to do this hated job anymore." After finishing speaking, he Continue to go downstairs to work, leaving An Sheng alone on the second floor in a daze.

*
At night, the study.

An Sheng logged into the forum and began to write an apology letter.

At this time, Li Zhien was sitting at home, holding a information bag in his hand, which contained An Sheng's information.

Name "Ansheng?"

Sex: Male
Chinese people.

Graduated from the Screenwriting Department of Sungkyunkwan University.

Li Zhien looked through it roughly, there was nothing special about it, the only thing that made her a little curious was why would a college student deliver food?

She stared at An Sheng's ID photo again, and touched it lightly.

At this moment, countless memories flooded my mind.

However, the next moment, the phone ringing interrupted her memory.

It was the agent calling.

"Hey."

"Zhien, that black fan apologized and canceled that account."

Li Zhien didn't feel much, and replied lightly that I got it, and then hung up the phone.

In addition to a file bag on the table, there was also a leaflet for Ansheng's fried chicken restaurant, which Ansheng accidentally dropped there today.

She looked at the new fried chicken launched by the fried chicken shop, and then looked at An Sheng's ID photo on the information and fell into deep thought.

*
Two days later, An Sheng calmed down. In the past two days, he was always afraid that Li Zhien would sue him if he backtracked, but fortunately, it seemed that Li Zhien was a trustworthy person. After he apologized, she really did not sue him.

It's been two days of being obedient, and An Sheng is full of energy early this morning, and the food delivery is much faster than usual.

The cashier Xiao Liu saw An Sheng being so active, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "What happened to Brother An today, is there anything good?"

"Is it a good thing, but is it a new life?"

Xiao Liu didn't understand his point, and thought he was joking, "Forget it, people get happiness every day when they are reborn."

"Oh? I didn't expect you, Xiao Liu, to be a philosopher."

"No, no, what I understand is not as good as Brother An's superficial understanding."

"Hahaha." An Sheng laughed.

Xiao Liu also laughed.

Zhao Lang, who came out of the back kitchen, saw the two of them laughing, and already guessed that the two were bragging and chatting again. It was strange to say that Xiao Liu was an extremely introverted person when he came, but he was very introverted at work. After a few months, those who were infected by An Sheng also began to be humorous.When they are free, the two of them will also make some jokes.

"Okay, stop laughing, it's time to deliver the goods."

Zhao Lang said while holding a bag of fried chicken.

An Sheng stepped on the motorcycle, and the high temperature was still raging in the city. He put on his helmet, started the motorcycle and drove towards the destination under the scorching sun.

I really don't understand the weather. It has never been as hot as it is now in the past few years. High temperature warnings are issued every day. What's even more strange is that it hasn't rained recently.An Sheng dislikes summer very much, because he thinks summer is a sad season, which is completely opposite to others.

He is such a strange person. Even Zhao Lang has known him for ten years, but he still hasn't figured out what kind of person he is. He would talk about taking a bath, and it was difficult to catch his point.

The motorcycle is parked in a special motorcycle parking space next to a high-end residential area.

An Sheng carried the fried chicken and walked into the community. The smell of capital was everywhere.

"When will I be able to afford a house here?" An Sheng said with emotion.

I got on the elevator, came to the corresponding floor, and rang the housing number above the address.

(End of this chapter)