Song Linyuan's actions finally made Chu Bin angry, just when the dagger was about to scratch his wrist.
"You brat, aren't you embarrassed?" A loud shout rang out, and Chu Bin advanced instead of retreating. He punched the handsome and excited face in front of him with a clean backhand punch, directly hitting Song Linyuan.
He staggered back several steps.
"Bah! That's interesting." Song Linyuan spat out the blood that oozed from his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to stop the younger brother who was about to make a move. He slowly took off his coat as he spoke, as if he was going to do something serious.
Just when the two sides were at war with each other and almost forgot about Zheng Jiao, who was trembling like quails on the ground, the cell phone in Xiao Li's pocket rang at an inappropriate time.
"Give the phone to Song Linyuanxi."
As soon as the call was connected, the young master's extremely cold voice came from the mobile phone, which made Xiao Lizi shiver.
He even didn't believe that the young master on the other side of the phone, who was making him feel chills in his heart, was the same person who was usually close and kind.
"Okay, young master." Xiao Li responded hastily, and did not dare to delay. He took his mobile phone and walked towards Song Linyuan, who was attracted and looking here: ""My young master is looking for you."
"Yeah~" This was the first word that came out of the speaker after Song Linyuan took the phone and turned on the speakerphone reflexively.
But at this moment, this word, which represents a very impolite word in Korea, does not reflect the anger of its owner at this moment, but only an incomprehensible calmness.
"Hey~, my Lord Director, do you have any instructions?"
Waving to the stranger in the corner who was taking pictures with his mobile phone, Song Linyuan said hello with a playful smile on his face.
"Lin Yuanxi is very good at fighting? Very powerful? What makes you confident? Is it Minister Song?"
When he introduced himself before, Song Linyuan emphasized to Chu Bin that he should never call him Lin Yuan affectionately, but at this time, the three questions without emotion on the other side of the phone made the crazy Song Linyuan dare not say anything.
explain.
"Hey! It's you, the director." What caught everyone's attention was that Song Linyuan, who looked fearless just now, was like a child who had done something wrong, obediently lowering his head.
"Does Lin Yuanxi really think that the prosecutor can't do anything to you? Does Lin Yuanxi really know what he was doing just now?"
Under the education of literacy, although Chenghao did not use any foul language at this time, the questions he asked made the lawless Song Linyuan's head lower and lower, and his whole mood dropped.
"Miane!" Like a child, he kicked Zhang Jihe with his toes, who was scared to death. Song Linyuan admitted his mistake to his director on the other side of the phone.
"I have other things to do today, that's it."
"Okay, Mr. Director, I will solve the matter here right away." Song Linyuan, who heard that his director was urging him and others to hurry up, immediately stood up straight and assured him on his mobile phone.
But the only response he got was the "beep" busy tone when someone hung up on the call.
"Big Miya." Throwing the phone to Xiao Li, Song Linyuan unexpectedly bowed to Chu Bin and apologized, and then ordered to the younger brothers: "Drag this guy in."
After saying that, he walked towards the house without looking back.
The younger brothers also completed his instructions very well. As Zhang Jihe cried out in pain and begged for mercy, they were forcibly dragged towards the living room by his hair.
"I'm sorry Zhang Jihexi, the previous behavior was all due to me. Let's talk about business now! This is what my director asked me to give you. There are four billion won in it. Please accept it."
After the younger brother sat down opposite Zhang Jihe, Song Linyuan took out a bank card from his pocket and put it on the table with a look of reluctance, then swirled it and slid it towards him.
"Please, as long as you don't kill me, you can let me do whatever you want."
Looking at the bank card sliding in front of him, how could Zhang Jihe, who was exhausted mentally and physically, dare to take it? Now he only wanted to see if the other party could let him go for his own pity.
"Although I personally want to kill you, you just heard that my director does not agree, so let's talk about the business now. What do you need to pay for taking the money? Of course, you can also continue to choose to beg for mercy or refuse.
But you will definitely anger me."
After picking out his ears that were buzzing from the noise, Song Linyuan tried his best to suppress the irritation that surged in his heart again, took out the dagger and inserted it on the table with a bang.
Sure enough, no amount of words could be as effective as this trick. Zhang Jihe, who was still begging for mercy, instantly became quiet, his fearful eyes wandering around the ferocious-looking men and the dagger in front of him.
"First: Please Zhang Jihexi take the initiative to face the media and bear everything. I don't need to hand over the details. Second: Retire from the entertainment industry from now on. Third: Leave this country and never appear again. As for the fourth and last one
Well, it’s just..."
Regardless of Zhang Jihe, Song Linyuan raised his fingers and put forward the four demands of his family director one by one. However, when he mentioned the last one, he was interrupted by Zhang Jihe.
"I agree, I agree. I will send a message when I get back, and then I will leave the country within three days at most, not two days."
Listening to Song Linyuan's request, Zhang Jihe couldn't wait to leave this painful place as soon as possible.
As for why he is so happy, because if he gets this money, he will basically have no worries about food and clothing in the next life, and he can live a very wealthy life. He works hard as an artist and is subject to restrictions.
, isn’t that just for this?
Moreover, this amount of money is already very difficult for him to earn even if his popularity is low now, even if he tries his best.
After all, this is country H, not China. Even the trendy IU, who often appears on the Forbes artist income list, is actually only the income level of China's first-tier artists in comparison.
"Haha~, really?" Seeing that Zhang Jihe didn't even listen to what he said, he hurriedly agreed for fear that he would regret it, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on Song Linyuan's face.
"Yes...yes, I agree with everything."
Being stared at with playful eyes by the young man across from him, although Zhang Jihe felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, Zhang Jiehe finally nodded decisively.
"Happy cooperation, see you later Zhang Jihe XI! By the way, we will meet again~"
Picking up the bank card and putting it into Zhang Jihe's jacket pocket himself, Song Linyuan finished speaking with a smile and made a "please" gesture to Zhang Jihe.
"Gulu~." After swallowing dryly, Zhang Jihe stood up from the bench tremblingly and tentatively. Seeing that no one around him stopped him, he humbly bowed to everyone around him.
Then he dragged his body, which was in pain all over, and rushed towards the iron gate without looking back. He still looked half-dead just now.
"Go and have a few people keep an eye on him. After our Zhang Jihexi goes abroad, come and tell me immediately so that I can complete the fourth transaction."
After stretching, Song Linyuan rubbed his lips at the back of the figure who had opened the iron door and stumbled out, and gave instructions to the younger brother beside him.