The world of film and television starts from the flow of money

Meilan Hair Salon has been open in Mong Kok for more than ten years. The owner is quite famous in the neighborhood. The hairdressers in the shop are all young and handsome men. In addition to hairdressing, they also provide manicure services, so they are very popular among nurse practitioners.

He Min sat on a chair with her wet hair wrapped around her head, holding a magazine in her hand and reading quietly.

"Shhhh~~,"

A frivolous whistle caught He Min's attention. He looked up and saw the manicure girl (Yu Qing) in the shop taking out a wad of paper from her underwear and looking at the bejeweled fat woman in front of her with her big innocent eyes: "what?"

The fat woman raised her eyes, her eyes rested on the deep ravine of the manicure girl, and said with a wicked smile: "It's more cost-effective for those wild men to get your nails done than to buy "Playboy"!"

The manicure girl looked down, hurriedly buttoned her collar, and said angrily: "How bad are you, Mother Feng!"

"Hahaha~,"

Seeing the girl with manicures blushing, Feng Ma laughed, feeling like she was teasing a woman from a good family.

"Ami,"

The woman doing hair on the side also joked: "Would you go to bed with someone for ten million?"

Ami shook her head: "No!"

This decisive answer made He Min look askance, and he couldn't help but have a good impression of A Mei.

The woman curled her lips and said, "You are pretending to be noble. If you don't do it for 10 million, I will do it for 1 million!"

"One million? There's everything in the dream,"

Sister Feng said angrily: "In the next life, I will give you the cloth! (Lao Ganma)"

The woman rolled her eyes and said unconvinced, "Am I not good? There is a past and a future, and I don't have a pretty face. Moreover, I can talk and laugh, and I can scream in bed. What's the problem?"

"Are you okay? Come here quickly,"

The middle-aged woman with a perm sitting next to He Min urged Ami:

"Really, I'm waiting to die. I'm going to play cards in a hurry. If I lose, I'll deduct your money!"

"Come on, come on, Sister Qian, I'll come right away,"

Amei looked at Sister Feng and said with some apology:
"Sister Feng, you sit down for a while and wait for the nail polish to dry. I'll come back later."

"it is good!"

Sister Feng didn't embarrass Ami. She glanced at Sister Qian and nodded.

Amei carried the toolbox and sat down in front of Sister Qian: "I'm sorry."

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!" Sister Qian snorted coldly, stretched out her hand and placed it on the tool box.

Amei looked at the perming clips all over her head and said nothing.

The short-haired woman sitting next to her said to Sister Qian: "Zhu Qian, where is your boyfriend Afa?"

Zhu Qian curled her lips: "This little heartless guy asked me to take 5000 yuan to buy a horse, and then he would have supper with me later."

The short-haired woman smiled and said, "You are so generous. You can give me 5000 yuan."

"Who told him that his happy beard can make people happy?" The female companion, who was blowing her hair and wearing heavy makeup, laughed one after another.

"Don't be sour," Zhu Qian said with a proud smile: "I can win or lose more than 20,000 or 30,000 yuan in a mahjong game."

"Ka~,"

"Da da~ da da~"

The short-haired woman looked up and pushed Zhu Qian's shoulder: "Hey, Sister Qian, that slutty woman A Hong is here."

He Min looked towards the door and couldn't help but be attracted by the woman who just walked in.

He Min knew that she was beautiful since she was a child, but that woman's beauty was different from her own.

The woman's hairstyle is one of the most popular perms nowadays, with large wavy hair curling down her cheeks. It not only modifies her face, but also makes her look full of vitality. She looks more mature and charming, and her smile is full of charm.

Wearing a tight cyan skirt, her perfect figure was wrapped just right. The close-fitting design of the tight skirt highlights the plump breasts and tight waistline. The skirt is of moderate length, revealing a pair of graceful long legs, giving people a sexy and elegant feeling.

The woman walked directly to Zhu Qian and said unceremoniously: "Why don't you call me back when I'm detaining you?"

"Oh, my BBQ is missing...,"

"Beep beep beep~~,"

Before Zhu Qian could finish her words, the BB machine on her waist started ringing without giving any dignity. Her old face turned red and she was instantly embarrassed.

Ahong waved her hand, and Amei walked back to Feng's mother knowingly.

A Hong stared at Zhu Qian, then sat down opposite Zhu Qian with a bold move, and tapped Zhu Qian with two fingers holding a cigarette:
"Zhu Qi, although the clothing store is closed, you still have to give an explanation, right?"

"Tch~, how do you explain this?"

Zhu Qian rolled her eyes: "A few women open clothing stores together, and hundreds of them close down every year. What's all the fuss about."

"sure,"

A puff of green mist came out of her red lips, and Ah Hong said lightly: "From the beginning to the end, A Qing and I helped you advance the money, and A Qing also bid for two meetings. You can owe me the money, but A Qing Qing’s husband died and she also had three children. Her share must be returned to her.”

"Ha~, I really love joking,"

Zhu Qian sneered: "If you lose money now, come to me to get money. If you make money, will you share it with me?"

With a raised eyebrow, Ah Hong stared at Zhu Qian and said coldly: "Zhu Qian, do you want to default on your debt?"

"Huh~," Zhu Qian sneered, unwilling to speak.

The short-haired woman on the side interjected: "I'm already mad, aren't you afraid?"

The woman with heavy makeup stood up and walked up to A Hong, held A Hong's shoulders, and said in a sinister tone: "You act like a gangster with a scar on your face. Where do you belong?"

Only then did He Min discover that there was a long and narrow scar under the corner of Ah Hong's eye, which was covered by foundation. You couldn't really see it unless you looked carefully.

A Hong glanced at her, ignored her, stared at Zhu Qian and said, "Zhu Qian, give me a word, do you want to pay her back or not?"

"Ouch~," Zhu Qian patted her chest and said strangely, "I'm so scared. I don't have any money. Do you want to beat me up?"

"Let's fight, my third-hand pony sister has never lost..., oh hey~"

The woman with heavy makeup raised her hand and deliberately flicked the cigarette ashes on Ah Hong. She looked at Ah Hong provocatively, but was kicked to the ground by Ah Hong. She let out a scream and couldn't get up for a while, clutching her stomach.

Seeing that A Hong was so tough, Zhu Qian hurriedly shrank behind the short-haired woman: "Don't be afraid, let's beat her one by one."

"Go away!"

A Hong pushed the sitting He Min and the chair aside, quickly picked up the disposable teacup on the table and threw it on their faces.

"Ahhhh~~~,"

"Ah~"

The boiling tea water was splashed on their faces. Zhu Qian and the short-haired woman closed their eyes and screamed. Ah Hong was so powerful that he stepped in front of the two of them, kicked the short-haired woman to the ground, and grabbed Zhu Qian. hair, and punched her face one after another.

He Min had never seen this scene before, and he was stunned as he watched from the sidelines.

Mong Kok Police Station.

"Are you okay? What happened? You scared me to death!"

Seeing He Min walking out of the office, Huo Min hurriedly greeted him, took He Min's hand, and looked up and down.

"I'm fine, I'm just here to help record a confession,"

Looking at Huo Min with a worried look on his face, He Min felt hot in his heart, patted Huo Min on the shoulder, turned to look at Yi Huawei beside him, and said softly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yi Huawei smiled: "As long as it's okay, let's go and talk about it when we get back."

"Well, let's go home."

Huo Min stood between the two of them, holding an arm with one hand and smiling like a flower.

"Miss He, wait a minute! Is she your sister? You look so much alike!"

A Hong walked up to He Min, glanced at the two women's faces several times, exclaimed, then took out a business card from her bag and stuffed it into He Min's hand, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for today. Call me when you have time. I'll treat you to dinner. If that bitch gives you trouble, just come to me and I'll take care of her!"

"Ba Po?" Liu eyebrows raised, Huo Min said angrily: "Which Ba Po dares to trouble you, I'll break her legs!"

"Ahem~ I'll tell you when I get home."

Looking at the curious eyes of the police around him, He Min smiled awkwardly, pulled Huo Min out of the door, and said to A Hong: "It's okay, I just told the truth, don't take it to heart, let's have tea together when we have time. "

"Okay! I'm waiting for your call!"

A Hong smiled, patted He Min on the shoulder, turned around and stopped a taxi.

"You can tell me now, didn't you get a haircut?"

Yi Huawei drove the car over, and Huo Min pulled He Min into the back seat of the car and asked with concern.

"Is such that…,"

He Min slowly told the story and said with a smile: "Then I came to the police station to record a statement. That Zhu Qian also gave me a thousand yuan and wanted me to perjury. I gave the money to Madam, that Madam He said she bribed the police and scared her to death, hahaha~,"

"Don't be afraid. If that bitch dares to come to you and cause trouble, see how I deal with her! But..., can't you tell, that woman is one against three? What's her name?"

Huo Min was interested in A Hongman, who was able to win one on three.

He Min took out his business card and looked at it: "Zhong Lihong."

...............

Today is the day of Guan Tomohiro's trial, and a large group of reporters gathered at the entrance of the Court of First Instance.

"The case of Guan Tomohiro accused of illegal use of firearms and murder was opened today. The defendant paid a record-breaking 1000 million guarantee and was granted bail under the guarantee of seven social figures. The guarantor included Liang Guohua, vice chairman of Baotong Bank, Shao Anna, general manager of Huijing Global Investment Group...,"

The auditorium in the court was packed. In addition to Guan Tomohiro's relatives and friends, there were also many media reporters holding cameras to capture every key moment.

The court was solemn and solemn, with the judge wearing a robe and sitting majestically on the bench. The prosecutor and defense attorney sat on opposite sides of the courtroom. Guan Youbo, who was wearing a slim-fitting suit, had uninterested eyes. After looking at Shao Anna who was sitting in the audience, he looked at the prosecutor calmly.

People in the audience whispered to each other and discussed various rumors about the case in low voices. Some angrily condemned the crimes of the robbers and expressed their grievances for their friends; others expressed sympathy for the dead robbers and believed that their crimes were not worthy of death.

"clang!"

The judge knocked on the law and the court fell silent.

After the process, the prosecutor wearing a wig stood up and asked: "Mr. Guan, how many years have you been playing guns?"

Guan Tomohiro replied: "Five years."

"Why do you like playing with guns?"

"Because it is very similar to the nature of my job, which requires a high degree of concentration and calm judgment."

"Then why don't you play golf? You can also play golf."

Guan Tomohiro said calmly: "Some people play football and some people go diving. They are all personal hobbies."

The prosecutor put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Guan Tomohiro: "Are you prone to violence?"

Turning a blind eye to the prosecutor's oppressive actions, Guan Tomohiro calmly shook his head: "I didn't!"

"No? Then why did you treat the suspects as gun targets and shoot several times at each of them?"

"Your Honor!"

The defense lawyer stood up and protested: "There are 2266 people in Hong Kong who have gun licenses. He is assuming that all people have violent tendencies."

Being choked by the defiant words of the defense lawyer, the prosecutor's expression changed. He saw the expression of approval on the judge's face and knew it was not good.

"I can answer that,"

Before the judge could speak, Guan Tomohiro looked at the prosecutor and said: "It's inertia! In actual combat, shooting is often fired continuously in order to make up for the score."

The prosecutor seized on the loophole in Guan Yubo's words: "You shot someone, did you think it was a game?"

"no…,"

Guan Tomohiro explained: "Although I am not a disciplined force, when our training methods are similar, continuous firing can disrupt the opponent's ability to fight back. The same is true for the Flying Tigers."

The prosecutor walked up to Guan Tomohiro and stared at every expression on his face:
"Then can you tell me, does it feel different when the gun hits a target than when it hits a person?"

"Your Honor,"

The defense attorney rose to object.

The judge nodded and looked at the prosecutor: "Prosecutor, I don't understand your point."

"Let me change the question, Your Honor..." The monitoring officer bowed slightly: "Did you know that guns can kill people?"

"I know, but you can kill people without a gun." Guan Tomohiro nodded.

The prosecutor asked: "Have you ever fantasized about killing someone before?"

After hesitating for a while, Guan Tomohiro nodded: "Yes!"

"Have you ever fantasized about putting bullets into someone's body before?"

"Have!"

"Then can you describe your fantasy?"

"I think everyone has been exposed to images of murder since childhood,"

Looking at the jurors in the auditorium, Guan Tomohiro said slowly:
"Movies, news..., of course I have fantasized about putting bullets into people's bodies, but after I played actual combat shooting, when I came into contact with guns and learned about its power and danger, this idea did not appear again."

The prosecutor stared at Guan Tomohiro, nodded slowly, turned around, walked back to his seat, and said:

"A person's interests can reflect his personality and personality, do you agree?

If you have studied psychology, you should be able to answer this question. "

Guan Tomohiro's eyes did not change: "I agree!"

"Then do you know?" The prosecutor took the humanoid target handed over by his assistant:
"When a person shoots at a human-shaped gun target for a long time, will it subtly increase its lethality?"

"I know," Seki Tomohiro said, "So, in order to avoid public unrest and to strive for combat shooting to be included in the Olympics, the shooting association has already changed the gun target, and it is no longer human-shaped."

As soon as Guan Tomohiro finished speaking, everyone in the audience began to whisper about the prosecutor making such a low-level mistake.

The prosecutor glared at his assistant and threw the human target back hard.

"Clang!"

"quiet!"

The judge knocked on the wake-up wood, scolded, and then looked at the prosecutor:

"Prosecutor, could you be more direct?"

"Yes, your honor,"

The prosecutor suppressed his irritation, looked at Guan Tomohiro, and said calmly: "Excuse me, are you familiar with the regulations on the use of firearms?"

"familiar!"

"Then do you know that you have absolutely no right to use the firearms you own except at gun clubs and competition venues?"

"I know, but the situation at that time...,"

"You just have to answer my questions,"

The prosecutor interrupted Guan Tomohiro's defense.

"Your Honor," the defense lawyer stood up and said, "The defendant has the right to make supplements."

The judge nodded and looked at Guan Tomohiro:
"You can continue."

After a moment of silence, Guan Youbo said slowly:

"While I was in custody, I kept asking myself if I had done anything wrong. I kept thinking, why didn't I reverse the car and drive back? I knew that shooting would cause trouble, so why did I do it? Finally, I don’t blame myself.”

Guan Youbo smiled faintly, with a very sincere expression:

"Because if I didn't shoot, I knew that the traffic policeman would definitely die. My starting point was to save people. So, I don't regret it at all. Even if it happens to me again, I believe I will do it again."

(End of this chapter)