Sandy was a chatty person. After chatting with Anne for a while, she left her aside and chatted with Fang Han and became more and more speculative. The two had a consistent view.

Fang Han lamented that Sandy was not simple, and her thinking about this world was very profound, far beyond ordinary people. He thought about this world because he wanted to solve the mystery of holy art, and compared it with the original world, so he thought deeply.

Sandy also had this idea, thinking that Fang Han thought so deeply at a young age. He was such a genius. He liked philosophy and thought about some philosophical issues in his daily life. Only by immersing himself in the world of philosophy can he live a meaningful life.

People nowadays are very impetuous and rushing, thinking about livelihoods, bewildered by matter and block the mind. They seem smart but stupid. If they cannot penetrate, they will not be wise.

He was very happy to meet fellow men, so he didn't care about Annie's feelings and expressed his lifelong views with Fang Han. Fang Han's words always resonated with him.

Anne sat in the clear room, bored, looking at the vast vineyards outside from time to time, and then looking at the bright sunshine shining on the long oak table with clear texture.

The two men around her were excited and full of energy. She sighed helplessly. The difference between these two people is too big, how could they be so good at chatting like this!

Director Sandy is famously arrogant, outspoken and unsociable in Hollywood, but the films he made are popular in the box office and are the darling of investors and film companies. No matter how strange his temper is, it doesn’t matter. These capital tycoons only focus on interests and not on anything else.

She turned her head to look at the two of them. Sandy's eyes shone brightly and her hands danced. He rarely felt so excited. Even if he encountered angry things on the set, he would just curse a few words.

Fang Han listened more and said less, but every sentence resonated with Sandy. Before he knew it, he drank two bottles of wine. Xu Lai's breeze blew his face, and Sandy was slightly drunk.

"Fang, your book can be made into a movie. Are you interested in collaborating?" Sandy invited again.

Fang Han smiled: "Thank you, Sandy, let's wait."

A movie needs to make a lot of special effects to produce the effects in a book. Special effects are the most expensive, and a movie requires at least hundreds of millions of investment.

Due to the publicity of the publisher, his books have not been achieved in general, and he has lost the reputation of each book because he has released too many of them at once.

Anne once analyzed this mistake for him. Every book he wrote is a classic, but unfortunately, it lost its classicity and reduced its value.

Real gold is not afraid of fire. After time precipitation, each book emits its own light and is no longer blocked by other books. However, it takes time and loses a lot of money, so he suffers a lot.

At that time, Fang Han smiled indifferently, and everything was perfect, just about the same.

Anne disagreed with her lips. This kind of publishing house should have been replaced. If only one book was published, "Pastor Lingfeng" would have become a classic like "The Lord of the Rings". In fact, "Pastor Lingfeng" is better than "The Lord of the Rings".

"Why wait?" Sandy shouted: "The current special effects are completely competent, and it will definitely produce magnificent magical effects!"

"No hurry." Fang Han smiled and shook his head.

"The Lord of the Rings" has become famous today, and it has been accumulated by time. The same is true for its own books. At that time, I was eager to use money and couldn't blame the publishing house. And at that time, I didn't want to take a writer as my profession, but I just wanted to make some extra money.

The general trend has not come true, so Fang Han is not in a hurry to sell the copyright of the movie. If he waits for another two years, the profit will be even greater. He is not in a hurry to use money now.

"Fang, I've finished this movie and let's talk about it!" Sandy said.

Fang Han nodded.

Anne interrupted the two: "Sandy, do you want lunch together?"

Sandy smiled: "Annie, I'm a tactful guy!... Fang, Annie knows my number, let's contact us often!"

Fang Han nodded with a smile.

Sandy stood up and left, leaving only Fang Han and Anne sitting at the table by the window, shining by the bright sunshine, lazy.

"Fang, you can still talk to Sandy!" Annie looked at him: "How can you have such profound knowledge?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Like you, read more books."

"I'm far from it." Annie shook her head. They chatted deeper and deeper. Later, she even felt confused and couldn't understand at all. She was clearly speaking English but didn't know what they were talking about.

Fang Han waved to the waiter to come over: "Let's go back after dinner."

Anne nodded.

The two ordered a rich meal, and the bright sunshine shone on her fair and smooth face, her bright big eyes, pure and beautiful.

Annie had a bold look and stared at Fang Han with a scorching look. She became more and more curious about the man in front of her. She didn't understand how she had such profound wisdom at a young age and what she was thinking about.

Her clear eyes were filled with inexplicable pressure, which reminded Fang Han of the Saint Hai Luoer. Even if he had the Saint Lijia, he still felt that he could not resist it.

After the meal, they talked less and the atmosphere in the carriage was subtle. Annie glanced at Fang Han from time to time, and Fang Han stared at the front.

As he was about to enter the city, Fang Han suddenly turned the steering wheel, and Cadillac turned violently and rushed from the main road to the cornfield next to him.

Annie widened her eyes in surprise, and Fang Han said in a deep voice: "Prepare to abandon the car!"

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow..." Piles of corn were knocked down, and Cadillac was full of power, and the corn stalks could not affect the speed of the car at all.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." A series of bullets sounded, Fang Han suddenly stepped on the brake, got out of the car before the car stopped, opened the door and pulled Annie out, and put it on his back.

"Fang, what should I do?" Annie asked in a low voice on his back.

Fang Han said: "Call the police!"

Annie hurriedly took out her cell phone to dial the alarm number and said it quickly. Fang Han carried her back and walked a hundred meters away, then lay on the ground motionless, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

There were continuous gunfires not far away, shooting from the automatic rifle, which was particularly clear, Anne's face was pale and trembled slightly.

Fang Han patted her back, listened with his ears, and saw six cars parked on the side of the road in the distance, and twenty-four people fired in the direction of Fang Han entering the cornfield with guns.

The bullet shattered the corn stalks, and soon a deep open space appeared, revealing Fang Han and Anne's Cadillac. They approached while shooting. When they came to Cadillac, they saw that it was empty inside, so they turned their backs to form a circle and shot around them.

They knew Fang Han's reputation and did not dare to rush up rashly. It was safest to use bullets to open the way. The firepower of the twenty-four automatic rifles was enough to suppress any sharpshooter.

Fang Han frowned. These people are veterans, with good marksmanship and stable mentality. It is a bit unwise to fight them in the cornfield.

Fang Han lowered his head and dug his waist and picked up a stone, threw it into the sky. After a while, a muffled sound came from the far west, as if someone had fallen.

The gunshots suddenly rushed towards the other side. Fang Han carried Annie through the corn ridge and came to the road. He first pierced the tires of the three cars, and then got on the last car and left.
Chapter completed!