The party started soon, and the host was a black star, who spoke witty and interestingly, and joked about various celebrities from time to time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I like to joke, I'm happy with everyone, but there is someone I dare not joke about. I'm afraid he will pull out his gun and shoot me!" The host blinked at Fang Han, who was sitting in the first row.

Fang Han smiled and shook his head.

People burst into laughter, and the light suddenly fell on Fang Han and Annie. Annie hurriedly pulled Fang Han's hand and looked very intimate.

Fang Han held her cold hand, smiled on her face, and thought to herself that she was serious and meticulous in her performance, she pursued perfection with a very professional spirit, and life was also a big stage, and she needed to perform on it. Anne Cole mastered the essence and acted very realistically.

Annie tightened her jade face and nodded to the surroundings.

The host smiled and said, "I know Annie is very unhappy recently because there are crazy movie fans who want to get into her room. Hi Annie, don't worry, there is a super policeman here, one shot and one is absolutely safe!"

Everyone laughed, Fang Han shook his head and smiled, but only Annie still didn't.

The host didn't laugh at her and no longer wasted her efforts. He knew that she had made up her mind to stop laughing today, and no matter how many jokes she would say, she was powerless.

Soon the party began, and exhibits appeared on it. These exhibits were personal belongings of celebrities, and all the money they earned was donated to charity organizations.

This seems to be a charity show, but it is also a stage for fame. It is a joke that any celebrity’s items failed to shoot.

So the celebrities who come to participate in this party need to have friends. At critical moments, friends will help you take pictures to avoid being too ugly.

As for superstars like Anne Cole, she is not afraid of this. Her fans are everywhere, and even Beverly Hills has many fans.

Fang Han was also invited to take out an item for auction. Fang Han thought about it and took out a stack of manuscripts, which were the manuscripts of his first book.

Anne Cole took a dress that was the one I wore when she won the Best Supporting Actress at Oscar, and it was the most attractive thing.

Because Westerners have faith, they are more superstitious and believe that the existence of luck is a good battle robe. They can be invincible.

As a result, Annie Cole's royal blue dress was finally auctioned for a high price of 200,000 yuan, which attracted people's attention. Through the past two days, Annie Cole's popularity became even more popular.

The host's voice suddenly became louder: "Ladies and gentlemen, this item below is a manuscript. I don't know if you have read "Pastor Lingfeng", a rare fantasy masterpiece in recent years. I have read it. This is the manuscript of Pastor Lingfeng!"

The scene was quiet for a moment, and then people looked at the stack of manuscripts placed in the glass cover, curious because the author SNOW was very mysterious and people knew almost nothing. It seemed that it popped out of the crack of the stone, and its beautiful writing style did not look like a young man, but should be the kind of master who had been famous for a long time.

"Hi, everyone, I just got a top-secret information!" The host squeezed his eyes and laughed: "The author of "Pastor Lingfeng" is here today, right by your side!"

People suddenly turned their heads and looked at each other curiously, whispering, as if they were going to find this SNOW, but there was no result.

When people thought the host was joking again, the host suddenly pointed forward: "Let me tell you who is SNOW, the beautiful Miss Anne Cole...'s boyfriend, Fang Han, Fang!"

People immediately turned their heads and looked at Fang Han.

The light beam shone on Fang Han and Annie, as if there were only two people in the huge theater.

Under the lights, Annie looked at Fang Han in surprise, unbelievable.

Fang Han stood up with a smile and nodded to everyone with a smile.

"Everyone!" The host said excitedly: "I was surprised when I learned the news. When I knew that Mr. Fang's paintings sold for 10 million, I was almost jealous. Man, if I had this ability, I would definitely be able to chase Annie Cole!... When I heard that Fang was snow, my jealousy disappeared!"

People whispered and stared at Fang Han in disbelief. They had the talent for painting. Although people were envious and jealous, they now said that he was the famous snow, which was too unbelievable!

Now this is not the era of the Italian Renaissance, and it is impossible for a person like Da Fanda to appear again. It is difficult to achieve any great achievements even if you specialize in one field, and it is even more impossible to cross the field. But such a genius figure has emerged.

"Guys, this is Fang's manuscript. God, when I heard that snow was Fang, I felt that the world was in chaos and it was too crazy. The person who wrote such a strange masterpiece turned out to be a Chinese!" The host hugged his head and shouted.

There was a buzzing sound in the venue, whispering, and incredibly surprised.

"Fang?!" Annie glared at him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I haven't found any opportunity to say it, and you don't have the time to listen."

Annie snorted, "You were deliberately hiding it from me, right?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Of course not!"

"Hmph, what else do you have to hide from me!" Annie frowned and hummed.

Fang Han shook his head and said, "No more."

The host shouted on the stage at this time: "Come on, come on, Fang is very sincere this time and took out the first manuscript in his life. Don't be polite, please accept it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people began to bid, and the prices rose all the way, and finally stayed at 100,000 yuan and were photographed by a female star.

Annie glanced over there. The female star was younger and had a strong upward momentum. She might surpass her in the future!

"Don't you take it yourself?" Annie asked with a frown.

Fang Han shook his head: "No need."

"Doesn't it meant anything to you?" Anne asked.

Fang Han smiled: "No."

Anne won't ask any more.

Fang Han's manuscript is the finale, and the auction was soon over. After the meeting, it was a PARTY. For Anne and others in the Vanity Fair, this PARTY is the most important thing, which can increase interpersonal relationships. Often some cooperation is completed in chatting on such occasions.

Annie is not attentive, and she doesn't have to participate in PARTY when she reaches her level. It is often the director who sends her audition invitations, and she doesn't have to take the initiative to find a show.

———

Sitting in the car. Fang Han drove the car, Anne sat next to him, and there was no one else, so Hans was not allowed to be the driver.

Annie's eyes were flowing in the light, and she suddenly turned her head and said, "Fang, are you really SNOW?"

Fang Han smiled, stared at the front, and said, "It's me."

"You wrote those books?" Anne snorted.

Fang Han nodded.

"What did you think of it?" Anne asked.

Every time she read Fang Han’s books, she would involuntarily sigh. The grand, exquisite and meticulous setting was beyond imagination, and she could not help but have a worshipful mentality. Such imagination and thinking ability were simply beyond a person’s limits.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Dream, you can get it from the dream."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it!" Annie snorted.

She occasionally glanced at Fang Han. She still felt unbelievable and always thought that SNOW was an old man because the thoughts in the book were very profound and could not be written by a young man.

Fang Han shook his head and smiled, "What I'm telling the truth is indeed from my dream."

"Is it God's gift?" Anne tilted her head to look at him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Maybe it was my subconscious imagination..., be careful!"

He glanced behind him. The two vehicles suddenly accelerated and wanted Fang Han's car. Fang Han stepped on the accelerator and accelerated.

This time he drove a sports car, just to prevent this situation, Farrari roared and shot out in a blink of an eye, leaving two general-purpose off-road vehicles behind him far away.

Their universal off-road is strong and powerful. It is indeed a powerful tool for crashes. Unfortunately, the performance is not as good as the Faralis force, and the instantaneous acceleration ability is far inferior, so it was thrown away.

"It's them again?" Anne asked gritted her teeth.

Fang Han nodded: "It seems that it will not be possible if it is not completely solved!"

"What are you going to do?" Anne asked.

Fang Han smiled, accelerated again, then ran out of the city, and in a blink of an eye, ran out of the boundary of Beverly Hills and entered the road outside Los Angeles.

He stopped the car and hid in the grass next to him. When the two general-purpose off-road vehicles approached, he jumped into one car and solved the battle with a few "bang" times. Then he used general-purpose off-road to collide with another one. He was reluctant to use Farrari to crash.

Annie sat in the car without moving. She watched the excitement. Seeing Fang Han's body was as fast as a cat, as fast as a human being, she shook her head and sighed. She didn't know how he practiced his kung fu, which was indeed beyond ordinary people.

Fang Han quickly returned to the car and Annie looked at him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

"Kill them?" Anne asked.

Fang Han shook his head and said, "I don't want to dirty my hands, I just waste my arms. I can't kill anyone anymore, so I have a good rest."

"What's next?" Anne asked.

"Send you back first, I want to go out again."

"...what do?" Annie regretted after asking. Personal privacy is very important in the United States, and even if you have good friends, you cannot interfere with the other party's private life.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Go and settle the accounts with the Gambino family."

"What are you going to do?!" Annie's eyes widened.

Fang Han said: "I'll try their depth, it doesn't matter."

As she said that, she added the accelerator and returned to Beverly Hills, put her at the gate of the villa, and waved her hand when Reef came out to greet her in. Ferrari roared and accelerated, and disappeared in front of the two women in a blink of an eye.

———

Fang Han had already received a confession, used his confession technique, and drove a Ferrari to a small supermarket in downtown Los Angeles.

He entered from the back of the supermarket to the second floor, avoided the camera, and then silently entered a room where there was only a bald old man looking at the computer.

Seeing Fang Han come in, he drew his gun and shot him.

Fang Han didn't expect this guy to react so quickly. He dodged and shot the bullet into the wall. He was startled. He would have been shot by another person long ago. The old man's reaction ability is far beyond ordinary people, and there are so many strange people.

Fang Han had already stepped closer to the front. Before the old man could take action, Fang Han had already patted him on the neck and shot him into a coma.

He used the holy technique to read the information in the old man's mind, and then slapped the old man's brain with another palm, shaking him into an idiot and unable to recover.
To be continued...