Of course Xie Qingyun knew about Yang Jianxiong, who was a rising star in Longdu in recent months. He even attended the reception banquet.
He was very surprised that Ye Fan had interacted with Yang Jianxiong, but he soon became calm again.
Although Yang Jianxiong has a high and powerful position, he has just entered Longdu and does not dare to use his power to pressure him, a local snake.
Moreover, Yang Hongxing cherishes feathers and will not allow Yang Jianxiong to act recklessly, so Xie Qingyun is not worried about Yang Jianxiong suppressing him.
Of course, the most important reason is that he feels that Yang Jianxiong is a smart man and will not offend him, the father of entertainment, for Ye Fan.
Therefore, he poured another cup of tea and drank it slowly:
"Find out that guy's address and tell Mrs. Feng that it was the bullet he changed that injured Feng Mimi."
"If you give me an order for the entire entertainment industry to ban Tang Qiqi, whoever praises her again will be my enemy, Xie Qingyun."
"A little bastard, relying on his connections with the police, is challenging me. If I don't give him a blow, I don't know who the boss is."
Xie Qingyun issued an order in one breath: "What about Yang Jianxiong? I don't have to be afraid of him yet."
Director Lei and the others hurriedly said respectfully: "Understood!"
At this moment, Ye Fan was asking Liu Hanyan to send a group of little sisters back, and also left a phone number for them so that they could contact him if they had anything to do.
And he took Tang Qiqi back to Jinzhilin, and after treating the wound, Ye Fan walked out of the room.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message.
For a tough guy like Xie Qingyun, he doesn't mind giving him a heavy blow.
The next morning, Xie Qingyun got up early. For some reason, he couldn't sleep all night and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He tried to think back and found that the failure to fire Liu Hanyan and others caused changes in his smooth sailing for many years.
He looked at the time, then asked someone to bring breakfast, and after eating, he took the people to Xishan Group.
Although Xie Qingyun deliberately downplayed the prop gun issue last night, it still needs to be investigated to avoid killing people next time.
Xie Qingyun had just convened a meeting with dozens of executives, and everyone's cell phones started ringing.
"What? Yunyin Company paid a huge price to poach our artists, and thirty-six artists want to terminate their contracts?"
"The shooting incident has spread, and the cast and crew of "The Young Marshal", "The Prodigy" and "The Master" refused to use firearms and props?"
"Feng Mimi was injured. Officials intervened and inspected the major production crews and film and television bases?"
"The Huo family of Hong Kong City wants to terminate the cooperation between the two parties on the 'Datang Everlasting City'?"
"Six popular celebrities were taken away for tax evasion?"
“All twelve online dramas that were being applied for have been rejected?”
"This month, Tianwang's Zhonghai, Tiancheng, Gangcheng, and Nanling concerts were all canceled by the local fire department?"
"Major advertisers are also demanding to break contracts?"
"Baihua Bank has made it clear that the funds at the end of the month will not be renewed for loans?"
In just ten minutes, the dozens of senior executives who were chatting and laughing all changed their expressions, started jumping around and shouting.
No wonder they are so panicked. Bad news comes one after another, and each one can affect the development of the group.
Xie Qingyun's hand holding the teacup also froze. It was unprecedented for the entire group to have so many accidents.
Could it be Ye Fan did it?
Is Ye Fan so capable?
Xie Qingyun didn't want to believe it, but except for Ye Fan's harsh words last night, he hadn't offended anyone recently.
In the next ten minutes, another bunch of bad news came. Not only did the group suffer heavy losses, but many of its connections were cut off.
Several big shots were dug out and arrested for conveying benefits to Xie Qingyun.
Moreover, there are also rumors that Xie Qingyun failed to pursue a female star, so he used a trick to rape her, causing her to be frightened and go crazy.
In short, the reputation and interests of Xishan Group and Xie Qingyun plummeted, making it impossible for Xie Qingyun to divert his attention from the scandals involving three actresses.
"Hmph, boy, you are quite capable. Unfortunately, I am not a vegetarian either."
Xie Qingyun's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he drank the tea and stood up.
He left a few of his cronies to handle the crisis, while he returned to the chairman's office, opened the safe and took out a few calligraphy and paintings.
Then, he took the extended Lincoln and arrived at a building decorated with golden glass.
Golden building.
When the sun shines, the golden light shines and is extremely brilliant.
But Xie Qingyun didn't appreciate it too much. He said hello to the security staff and the front desk, and then took the elevator directly to the 38th floor.
This floor is a hanging garden, not only with lush vegetation and flowers, but also with unobstructed views.
Will be the best.
In the middle of the spacious garden, there was a large marble table, with a man in Tsing Yi standing behind it.
He behaves elegantly and has an extraordinary temperament.
At this moment, he was writing on the chopping board with a brush.
With flying dragons and flying phoenixes, and powerful writing, the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is very pleasing to the eye.
Xie Qingyun did not speak, but stood quietly by the side, motionless, waiting for the middle-aged man to finish writing.
After almost fifteen minutes, the middle-aged man stopped writing and took the hot towel brought by the servant to wipe his hands.
"Qingyun, you are interested. I just came back one night and you came to see me."
"It's just that your heart is beating a little fast."
The middle-aged man's tone was very polite, but he didn't look at Xie Qingyun, as if he was insignificant.
"I walked a little fast, so my heart beat a little fast."
Xie Qingyun said respectfully: "By the way, Mr. Yuan, I recently found a few authentic paintings of Wang Xizhi and Tang Bohu, and brought them over for you to take a look at."
The middle-aged man motioned for him to put it aside, without opening it to look at it. He said lightly: "My time is precious and I have something to say."
"Mr. Yuan, I came here to ask for help. I seem to have provoked a big shot."
Xie Qingyun took a long breath, looked at the other party and spoke cautiously: "Xishan Group has encountered an unprecedented crisis."
"Crisis? What kind of crisis could there be?"
The middle-aged man was noncommittal: "When I was half-dead, you might have been in danger, but now that I'm so powerful, who dares to stumble you?"
"He has something to do with Yang Jianxiong, but I was careless and forgot to check each other's details last night."
The corner of Xie Qingyun's mouth was moved: "I just asked someone to find his information, and I think it will be sent to him later."
"No need to say any more, little people, it's meaningless."
When he heard that Xie Qingyun was looking for information, the middle-aged man knew that he was not from the Five Families, so he waved his hand impatiently.
He waved his hand to take away the written "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", and then took a piece of rice paper and started writing.
Soon, a word jumped out on the paper, with a powerful momentum that penetrated the back of the paper.
"end!"
Then, he wrote his name again.
Yuan Huihuang.
"Take it over and tell the person who tripped it that I'm very dissatisfied."
"Ask him to stop suppressing you immediately and offer you tea, apologize and compensate for the loss. I will not pursue this matter."
"Otherwise, I will make him irrecoverable."
Yuan Huihuang said these words to Xie Qingyun very domineeringly: "Go."
Xie Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then he was extremely happy: "Thank you, Mr. Yuan!"
He held up the word as if he had received a treasure, as excited as an imperial edict, then bowed slightly and left...
At the same time, Ye Fan was picking up the phone to answer the call, and Song Hongyan's gentle voice came to his ears:
"Feng Real Estate is having a client appreciation reception today, and it will be held at the Sheraton Banquet Hall No. 3."
She smiled: "It's probably starting now..."
"Very good, we can settle the accounts."
Ye Fan hung up the phone and then shouted to Zheng Junqing outside:
