Before he could check whether his wallet was bulging, Wang Yifan received a voice call from Guan Xiaomei.
"Thank God, Brother Fan, you finally accepted it!"
"What's going on, so early in the morning?"
"Something big happened!"
Guan Xiaomei made a fuss about Dewey and Zhang Xiaofeng taking advantage of his absence to interfere in the artist management department. Qian Wenbin and Kevin joined forces and suddenly changed the direction of the entire department.
Wang Yifan is as high as the sky and far away from the emperor, so he is afraid that he will be ignored immediately.
She couldn't help but not be anxious. If Qian Wenbin and Kevin really got their hands on it, the sweet dream she had just sat up would be ruined, and she would also be badly hurt by Qian Wenbin.
The rest of the department was fine, but if she took refuge there, she might just fall into Qian Wenbin's trap.
Wang Yifan's brows were all furrowed. In just a few days, the artist management department was about to change.
He still didn't believe it, thinking that Guan Xiaomei was exaggerating. I'm afraid Lao Bai would be the first to refuse to agree to this matter. He, who was thousands of miles away, came to pimp him, so he wouldn't be pulling his strings behind him.
Legs?
But he suddenly thought of the phone call he made to Lao Bai yesterday.
But the problem is that he only explained to Lao Bai the difficulty of signing Bingtang Butian and asked for some support from Lao Bai, and Lao Bai responded well!
But this effort of killing the donkey is too casual!
Wang Yifan thought that although he was a donkey for personal reasons, he had no intention of deposing his father!
Is it possible that Lao Bai really doesn't like rock candy and has given up thinking about it?
Cheng Fangjie sent two short videos. In the videos, Qian Wenbin was leaning on the desk in the workspace of the artist management department, shouting and greeting the decoration workers.
Another short video shows Kevin frequently coming in and out of his office.
Cheng Fangjie and Guan Xiaomei should be "complicit". One informed him of the information, and the other appropriately sent a video as evidence to make a snitch on him.
Wang Yifan called Lao Bai directly.
"Mr. Bai, how do you think about what I reported to you yesterday?"
"Yifan, I'm afraid this matter is a bit difficult. You also know the company's current situation. It's impossible to come up with a large amount of money all at once. Of course, I think you can still work hard. At least the company will give you
Your authority is still very large, don’t limit it to a little profit in the future, if you can sign people, sign them first.”
That's not what you said yesterday.
"I understand, Mr. Bai, I will do my best!"
The attitude in the old vernacular is even clearer than yesterday, which is to ask Wang Yifan to frame the person first before talking.
But the problem is that rock candy is neither sweet nor stupid. Although he is not very knowledgeable, he still knows how to serve people. More importantly, Wang Yifan does not want to lie to people, and it is impossible to really pimp and drag others with him.
The girl went into the water.
He really values the artist management department and wants to develop the artist management department well.
Originally, because of Lao Bai's support, whether it was because of Qin Ze's relationship or not, he was still very grateful to this boss. If he had the ability, he would not be able to seduce as many girls as he wanted without violating the interests of the artist management department.
Go and take care of it.
No one can say anything about what you and I want.
But now, Lao Bai is playing double-dealing with him. One side is still asking him to contribute, but the other side is already arranging backup plans. Whether it is his handiwork or not, he at least acquiesces.
"But Mr. Bai, I still have the final say in this artist management department, right?"
When Lao Bai heard Wang Yifan's question, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then replied: "As long as you can complete the task, no one can take away your position as manager."
"In other words, if I can't sign Bingtang Butian this time, the artist management department will have nothing to do with me?"
"You can understand it this way!"
Lao Bai didn't seem to have the patience to answer his questions one by one, or rather he was disdainful.
Wang Yifan thought to himself that he was an idiot. Since he already knew about Lao Bai's urinary properties, why did he have any hope in him?
It was because I was stupid that I shouldn't have told Lao Bai in such a hurry that Bingtang was not sweet. This gave Qian Wenbin and Kevin an opportunity to take advantage of it.
…
Shanghai, a suburban car repair shop.
A bright red sports car drove into it, and the roar of its huge engine attracted the attention of all the workers.
Zhou Yuanchuan got out of the car, and the co-pilot also got out of the car, followed by a young man wearing a driver's uniform with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, Zhou Yuanchuan picked up an iron bar nearby and hit the young man behind him on the leg. The bones broke and the young man let out a piercing scream in shock. He lay on the ground and hugged his leg.
His face was distorted and he kept roaring.
All the workers were completely hurt by the sight, and they all avoided looking, not daring to look any further.
"This is what you said, 'You can catch the Tong family's old man,' I fucking believed you!" Zhou Yuanchuan spat on the ground, looked at the owner of the car repair shop who came up, and asked, "Ah
Gen, did you invite Lao Mao over?"
"Please come over, just stay at the back of the house!"
A Gen reached out to take the iron rod from Zhou Yuanchuan's hand. He was also worried that the boss would suddenly hit him like that for who knows what reason.
He didn't take a second look at the young man lying on the ground sweating like rain, even though the young man had something to do with him.
Zhou Yuanchuan gave in, instead of giving the iron rod to A Gen, he sneered and walked towards the back.
Agen smiled. Although he followed Zhou Yuanchuan, he subconsciously stayed a little further away.
This is a separate office. There is a computer on a desk, surrounded by shelves filled with various auto parts. It looks dark and greasy.
Mao Yuchen's hands were tied to a chair behind his back, his head slightly lowered, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
Zhou Yuanchuan opened the door and snorted coldly when he saw him.
"Lao Mao, you are not bad!"
Lao Mao raised his head and said, "Lao Zhou, if you have anything to do, just tell me. Why do you want to create such a formation?"
"You don't know what I'm asking you for?"
"Did you send a letter to Wang Yifan?"
"You fucking know it!" Zhou Yuanchuan laughed instantly, almost maniacally.
He dragged the iron rod in his hand on the ground, making a sizzling sound, then he picked it up and hit Lao Mao on the leg.
Agen subconsciously took a step back, fearing that Chi Yu would be harmed.
When he came to his senses, he saw Lao Mao hunched over, blocking one side of his chair from the fast-moving iron rod.
He, Mao Yuchen, is not a fool. He knows that if he knocks it hard this time, his bones will break.
"How the hell do you dare to hide?"
Zhou Yuanchuan's madness seemed to be rising again. His eyebrows were raised high, his eyes were red, and he was spitting wildly from his mouth. He picked up the iron rod and kept hitting Lao Mao in front of him.