After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 58 Paparazzi
Feng Yin's answer made the person who took the transcript look up again.

"Wind Yin...Feng Yin...Oh...I see, you are the Feng Yin in the material!"

Feng Yin thought about playing big names, and thought about all kinds of names that are black on the Internet, but this is the first time he has heard the name "Materials", and it is a bit new.

"Comrade, please explain to me, what materials are you talking about?"

His unpretentious thirst for knowledge and clear eyes made the comrade opposite him hesitate to speak.

"It's the materials distributed by our office, records about some cases."

In the institute...materials...cases.

Next to him, Li Sanyi was trying to hold back his laughter to show his internal injuries. Seeing Feng Yin shriveled up really gave him a different kind of pleasure!

Feng Yin glanced over, Li Sanyi clutched his ribs and said, "I'm out of breath."

Feng Yin withdrew his gaze, looked at the comrade opposite, and asked with the intention of studying and improving: "Then my debt is considered a major case? Is it considered a headline in your circle? Am I popular in your circle?"

After three questions, Li Sanyi, who was angry next to him, recovered without taking any medicine and silently gave Feng Yin a thumbs up, "You are awesome!"
Feng Yin's strange thinking made the two comrades who were taking notes on the opposite side couldn't help laughing, and the twitching of their faces was a bit uncomfortable.

"Ahem, ahem, let's take notes. May I ask where you learned your lockpicking skills?"

Feng Yin, who didn't get an answer, felt a little regretful, but he still replied: "When you have a lot of money, you can learn blindly."

"Blindly imitating you can be so powerful!"

The disbelieving gaze on the other side made Feng Yin helplessly spread his palms and said: "No way, these hands must be good at this."

This topic is out of the question.

In the end, Fengyin left a filing record, and every time the lock is unlocked in the future, a record must be made at the police station.

"Okay, I will definitely cooperate."

Feng Yin stood up enthusiastically and shook hands with the police comrades.

"In the future, if you need to unlock a lock, you must come to me. I can't guarantee anything else. I can't say that I am invincible in terms of technology. It can also be the best in the world. All kinds of locks, even safes, are fine."

Feng Yin, who recommended himself, spared no effort to attract business for himself, leaving the police comrades dumbfounded.

"You are the first person to come to the police station to open the lock business."

"Really, isn't there a huge market waiting for me!"

Feng Yin walked out of the police station laughing and joking with the police. When she just came out, she heard a click and a white light flashed by. She looked quickly.

"I'm already chasing after shots!"

"That's the paparazzi!"

Li Sanyi, who was shouting, rushed after him. As a sensitive manager, he didn't think it was good publicity for an artist to be photographed in the police station.

Feng Yin said goodbye to the policeman calmly and walked slowly towards Li Sanyi who had not caught up.

"This physique is not practiced!"

Li Sanyi, who was gasping for breath, took a few breaths and said unconvinced: "You are amazing, don't chase after me!"

"Let me tell you, you just got a little bit of heat, if this photo is used by someone, and there are some navy troops, you won't be able to clean it up by jumping into the Yellow River."

Feng Yin said without any fear: "The water of the Yellow River is already mixed, so of course it cannot be cleaned."

"Besides, what are you washing it for? Whoever splashes you with dirty water, you throw it back and give it a few slaps. This is the style we should have."

"Let's go, driver!"

Manager and part-time driver, assistant Li Sanyi walked behind Feng Yin, what she said seemed to make sense.

With a sound of "touch", two people got into the car.

"I said, wouldn't you consider hiring a driver or assistant?"

Feng Yin, who was leaning on the chair, only answered with two simple words: "No money."

(End of this chapter)