On September 18, 1993, the second day after Li Siwen arrived in Hujiang, he had breakfast with Xu Weiwei and Yang Yuying in the morning and waited for news about Ding Hongliang.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xu Weiwei sat on the sofa with some boredom and said: "Boss, if it doesn't work, we can just go to the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau directly. Why should we rely on connections?"

"You don't understand this. With Datang's attitude in Hujiang now, do you think the leaders of the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau will meet with us?" Li Siwen asked in return.

"Yes, I picked up a few newspapers today, and almost all of them are negative news about our Datang. I feel that people in Shanghai and Jiangsu are more concerned about the situation in Datang than in Pengcheng." Xu Weiwei shrugged helplessly: "But the call has been delayed.

What if you don’t come?”

"How about I make another call?" Yang Yuying said.

Li Siwen also felt that this was the only way to go. As soon as he nodded, the phone rang, and it was Ding Hongliang who called.

"Mr. Li, I'm really sorry. I asked several leaders of the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau. When they heard it was you, they refused to meet. But fortunately, Director Feng Xiaoqiang finally decided to meet you once." Ding Hongliang finished speaking with a heavy breath.

Li Siwen was relieved when he heard this and replied softly: "When will we meet?"

"Tonight, at the Night Bar." Ding Hongliang replied.

"Night Bar?" Li Siwen was stunned: "Brother, are you sure you are looking for someone from the Entertainment Bureau?"

"Don't worry, can I still trick you? This Director Feng is no ordinary person. He has made it clear to the Entertainment Bureau that as long as he is dealt with, there will be absolutely no problem with Yuying's concert." Ding Hongliang vowed.

"Okay, let's go there now."

"I'll pick you up at the door of the night bar."

After the two parties hung up the phone, Li Siwen frowned and said, "It's really strange. A director of the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau directly asked us to meet at a bar. Miss Yang, do you know this director Feng Xiaoqiang?"

Yang Yuying thought for a few seconds and then shook her head and said, "I don't really understand."

"Okay, pack up, let's go now." Li Siwen stood up and said.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Xu Weiwei asked.

"No need, ask your lawyer friends to help me check this Feng Xiaoqiang, and by the way, Ding Hongliang will also check it out." Li Siwen said.

"Okay." Xu Weiwei nodded.

More than an hour later, Li Siwen and Yang Yuying appeared at the door of Yese Bar. Because it was not too late now and the bar had not many customers, they saw Ding Hongliang at a glance.

"Mr. Li, Yu Ying, come in quickly!" Ding Hongliang greeted the two of them with a smile, and then led the way. The waiters passing by basically greeted Ding Hongliang politely.

Seeing this scene, Li Siwen asked unabashedly: "Mr. Ding, it seems you always go to places like this to spend money!"

"Well, due to work needs, we not only have to arrange resident singers for the bar, but sometimes we also look for some girls with potential in the bar." Ding Hongliang explained reasonably.

"You can't be Director Feng who you met in a place like this, right?" Li Siwen said pointedly.

"Mr. Li, don't be so sensitive. Although Director Feng is from the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau, he is also a man. It is normal to come to a place like this for entertainment." Ding Hongliang said, turning around and smiling: "This is Hujiang, there is music and singing every night.

It’s a feature.”

Li Siwen couldn't refute this sentence. Looking at the city of Shanghai, there seemed to be nothing wrong with Ding Hongliang's words.

"By the way, Mr. Li, before meeting Director Feng Xiaoqiang, I need to give you a warning." Ding Hongliang lowered his voice and said: "Director Feng has a very deep background and is not something that ordinary people can offend. Don't look at the fact that he is just a member of the Cultural and Entertainment Bureau.

A small director, but his words are more effective than the director. To put it bluntly, whether Yuying's concert can be held depends entirely on his words. If he says it's okay, the director says it's okay, and if he says it's not okay, the director

It doesn’t even work if you say it’s okay.”

When Li Siwen heard what the other party said, he just nodded slightly, and kept muttering in his heart, who is this Feng Xiaoqiang? Is what he said so evil?

While thinking about it, several people came to the private room on the second floor. Ding Hongliang waved his hand and said, "You can go in directly. Remember what I just said."

Li Siwen nodded and pushed open the door with Yang Yuying. When the door opened, a pungent sour smell rushed out from inside. The smell was extremely unpleasant.

Li Siwen frowned and turned his attention to the sofa. A bald man who looked to be in his thirties was singing a love song with his arms around a beautiful woman, and the song was actually written by Yang Yuying. Tell you softly, this scene

Not to mention it left people speechless.

Seeing this scene, Li Siwen couldn't describe how he felt. He had thought about countless meeting scenes, but he never thought it would be like this. Let's not talk about the man's dress, just talk about his state. He doesn't look like a leader of the Entertainment Bureau.

Does this open the back door? It opens six damn doors.

Of course, Li Siwen couldn't say anything. He could only lead Yang Yuying and walked in. At this moment, the bald man Feng Xiaoqiang also saw the person coming. His eyes were filled with color and he said to the microphone: "Oh my god, this is

Yang Yuying Miss Yang?"

After saying that, he actually pushed the woman next to him away, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Feng Xiaoqiang ignored him and even cursed: "Go away, didn't you see Miss Yang Yuying coming? You don't have any eyesight."

No."

As he spoke, he walked directly to Yang Yuying, handed over the microphone and said: "Ms. Yang, I am your loyal fan. Come, let's sing together."

Feng Xiaoqiang's crazy state made Yang Yuying a little timid. Upon seeing this, Li Siwen said directly: "Director Feng, I..."

"It's not time for you to speak yet, to sing or not to sing." Feng Xiaoqiang once again handed the microphone forward, his expression became obviously more ferocious, and he stared straight at Yang Yuying.

"I'll sing." This time, Yang Yuying didn't hesitate, because she knew how important this meeting was to Datang and herself, and she didn't want to embarrass Li Siwen, so she took the microphone before Li Siwen said anything.

past.

"That's right!" Feng Xiaoqiang immediately opened his mouth and pulled Yang Yuying to sit on the sofa. Yang Yuying gently shook her head at Li Siwen, meaning that singing a song was nothing.

Li Siwen controlled his breathing and stared at the two of them. At this moment, he was praying in his heart, hoping that Feng Xiaoqiang would not go too far, otherwise he might not do anything.

Feng Xiaoqiang seemed to have heard what he said. Apart from holding Yang Yuying's hand, he didn't do anything too drastic. When the song finished, he clapped excitedly and said, "It sounds good, it sounds so good."

Feng Xiaoqiang's excited voice hadn't disappeared yet, and his eyes immediately fell on Li Siwen, with a cold light coming instantly.
Chapter completed!