With the easy-to-operate answer, Yang Yuran was not very relieved.
His eyes glanced back and forth on the faces of Qin Muyu and Lin Xusheng, and he took the risk and asked timidly: "What are you going to do? Remember not to make Mr. Fan's affairs public."
"Stop calling you?" Lin Xusheng raised his eyebrows, and the flesh on his fat face trembled.
The man who looked like a butcher had a sinister aura about him. Yang Yuran's heart trembled rapidly and her lips parted slightly.
Just as he was about to change his mind, a low-pressure call came from beside him: "Assistant Lin, don't scare Ran Ran, she is timid."
Is she timid?
Yang Yuran looked at Qin Muyu in confusion. Qin Muyu raised his hand and gently stroked the hair on her head, giving her a doting feeling like a soothing and scratching kitten.
At the same time, a look of insight flashed in Lin Xusheng's eyes, he suppressed his fierce expression, put on a simple and honest look, and said patiently: "Little girl, don't worry, a thief can't steal just once, the informant Mr. Fan found must have been bribed many times. We
Just follow the clues and pour dirty water on them."
Yang Yuran was confused after what he heard. Unfortunately, he asked the three people who had gone out to come back, so he couldn't talk about the following things in detail.
Qin Muyu held her wrist and led her out of the public relations department office.
As the two of them walked in the aisle, Yang Yuran still felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but say a few more words to Qin Muyu.
"I guess Mr. Fan found that it was difficult for Qin Muyu's original songs to be shortlisted. He had to ask the organizer about the characteristics of the songs that were easy to be shortlisted, and then spent a lot of money to buy Wang Yi's songs."
She had checked that this competition had a good reputation, and the chances of selling the rankings behind closed doors were slim.
"This competition is very exclusive to the Chinese music scene. Wang Yi's songs tend to be more Western rap. Have you not listened carefully?"
Listening to Qin Muyu's inconsistent rhetorical question, Yang Yuran shook his head first and emphasized: "Please tell Lin Xusheng the key points of attack. It should not be focused on exposing the secret operation."
"It doesn't matter whether it's a secret operation or not. Just go back and wait. We can close the net in the afternoon."
Qin Muyu helped Yang Yuran press the button for the elevator. When the elevator arrived and Yang Yuran walked in, he turned around and left.
Yang Yuran returned to the 404 office and asked Fan Sirui's assistant Xiong Caiyun to order rice noodles and spicy chicken neck from the restaurant.
Before today, Xiong Caiyun's attitude towards Yang Yuran was similar to that of Lin Xusheng. He used her as a decoration and occasionally complained about Sang and Huai, implying that she had misled his son into going astray.
After she successfully asked Fan Sirui to open the door and got Fan Sirui's Weibo account password, the little girl changed her attitude and treated her with a lot of respect.
Nibbled on the duck neck and took two mouthfuls of rice noodles. The spicy food made Yang Yuran burst into tears.
When He Qian and Kong Tengyu knocked on the door and entered, they happened to see her taking out paper and blowing her nose.
The two of them automatically figured out that she suffered all kinds of humiliation in the public relations department just to help Fan Sirui and the team find a chance for survival.
He Qian was so angry that he yelled "bastard" and went to the public relations department to cause trouble. He was mentally prepared for the worst. If the team was destined to break up this time, he had to help Yang Yuran vent his anger, even if he had to pay compensation.
into an unknown future.
Yang Yuran stuck out the tip of her tongue, fanned it with her hands, and asked unclearly: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"
"They dare to make you cry, and I will make them cry too."
He Qian paused for a moment, allowing Kong Tengyu to catch him with the grappling hand he had already trained.
Kong Tengyu dragged him into the house, kicked the door shut, and said impatiently as he walked: "Look carefully at what Sister Yang is eating. Besides, Sister Yang must have taken advantage of the people in the public relations department.
Take it, otherwise there is no need for them to ask Captain Fan to cooperate."
He Qian took a closer look with his bloodshot eyes, and all his recklessness turned into embarrassment, and his face turned red.
"What did Lin Xusheng ask Fan Sirui to cooperate with?" Yang Yuran was curious.
"I'm so busy caring about this idiot that I forgot about the real thing."
Kong Tengyu released his hold on He Qian's hand and moved two positions to the right, showing with a straightforward action that standing next to He Qian would affect his IQ.
Drawing a clear line, Kong Tengyu glanced at the imaginary door and said softly: "Assistant Lin asked Captain Fan to disclose his real songs in the competition and take screenshots of all the interfaces. Captain Fan asked me to come over and ask you if he
You should listen."
"Hey," Yang Yuran snorted disdainfully, revealing the truth: "Fan Sirui must have made his own decision a long time ago."
However, Lin Xusheng's request was very subtle. He could have asked Zhou's father or Liang Xinting to give Fan Sirui a death order, requiring him to take screenshots of the contestant interface.
He didn't act tough. It seems that Lin Xusheng is a strong talker at best. Even if he took Fan Sirui's Weibo account, he would not dare to use it indiscriminately. At the same time, Yang Yuran's guess was verified from the side, and the public relations department was also divided into two factions.
"Yes, Brother Fan said that he listens to your opinion, and his and Lin Xusheng's decision is not important."
Kong Tengyu reproduced the other party's original words verbatim.
Yang Yuran was a little proud. For the sake of safety, he tentatively asked: "Does Fan Sirui want to release his original songs?"
"Well, although the results are not satisfactory, Captain Fan plans to face the results head on." He Qian replied quickly.
"Let him go out in the open."
Yang Yuran waved in agreement, probably guessing what kind of counterattack Lin Xusheng was going to take.
In the afternoon, Weibo’s hot searches started to explode at 2 o’clock.
Kena topped the blacklist, which revealed that Kena Idol Company was the culprit in buying fake songs. Secondly, it was revealed that Fan Sirui's own ancient song was not shortlisted at all.
These two hot searches have given rise to many patriotic young people, who curse foreign countries for looking down on Eastern art. They claim that art has no borders, but in fact they always wear colored glasses to select international awards.
Kena, who caused the misfortune, never expected that the retribution in this world would come so quickly, and it was hard to explain.
From a normal person's point of view, there is absolutely no need to use two songs to compete, and I still bought one. Fans of Fan Sirui worked together and listed Fan Sirui's past original songs, using facts to prove that Fan Sirui's style is more ancient and has never written anything
Too mechanical rap.
The situation turned around 360° in just half a day, leaving the righteous netizens stunned. Many people who had served as navy gunmen automatically switched from black to fans out of guilt, and Fan Sirui followed suit.
More than 1.5 million fans.
On the surface, Fan Sirui doesn't care at all, but in fact, he always secretly checks the latest battle status on Weibo while going to the toilet.
When it was time to get off work, Fan Sirui and Yang Yuran applied for a night off and planned to take two of the team members and four heroes from the public relations department to the tea therapy room to relax and train again tomorrow.
Yang Yuran agreed to ask for leave but declined to go with him.
In fact, she really wanted to go, but unfortunately she received a message that Qin Muyu was waiting in the parking lot.
Driving her beloved little 4 Series on the way home, she passed by a Malatang restaurant where she always ate, and the gluttons were everywhere.
Licking his lips, he asked the man next to him: "Shall we eat here tonight?"
"I won't eat." Qin Muyu refused.
Yang Yuran thought Qin Muyu thought the street stalls were dirty, so he sighed in disappointment: "Hey, you don't understand that delicious food is hidden in alleys."
