Facing the angry Qiao Ming, Li Xun looked extremely calm, and his tone was full of indifference, "What's the use of throwing things now? I told you not to mess around. Are you satisfied with the outcome now?"
Qiao Ming suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot after not resting for two days in a row, and his hair, which was usually neat and delicate, was now as scattered as a chicken coop.
As if he remembered something, he staggered up to Li Xun and grabbed his arm, as if grasping the last life-saving straw. "Brother Li, you can save me, right? You can make me angry in the first place,
It can be the same now, right?"
Li Xun pushed Qiao Ming away, rubbed his painful arm, and patted the pleats on his sleeve impatiently.
"Save you?" He took a step forward and pinched Qiao Ming's chin hard, his knuckles seemed to be digging into the side of his face, "You have to think clearly why you came to me in the first place, and why are you still here now?"
Do you have that capital?!"
After finishing his words, he shook his wrist fiercely, and Qiao Ming's squeezed and deformed face turned purple. After admiring this interesting scene with interest for a moment, Li Xun released his hand like a charity.
"I've told you before, don't just rely on Mr. Li's favor behind your back to get in my face." Li Xun slowly removed the tacit fig leaf between the two of them, "Just you? Privately.
You dare to laugh at me for being Mr. Ji’s dog?"
Looking at Qiao Ming who collapsed on the ground and couldn't stop coughing, Li Xun's accumulated violence in the past few days seemed to have found an outlet, and burst out: "Even if I were that dog, I would still be a useful dog, and what about you? Don't be fooled."
Mr. Li’s toys have been floating around for a few months now and can no longer be found?”
Slowly squatting down, there was a well-hidden sarcasm on his face, "Don't blame me for being cruel. If I protect you, I can't protect myself. Even fools know how to choose this account."
"Ahem..." Qiao Ming sat paralyzed and struggled to straighten up and approach Li Xun, "I'm barefoot now and I'm not afraid of you wearing shoes. You're not afraid of me publicizing all the good things you did before."
?"
Li Xun just smiled and said with contempt, "Oh? Do you have any evidence? If not, how about I give you some?"
A stack of photos was thrown out. Qiao Ming caught a glimpse of a blurry figure from the corner of his eye and immediately leaned over to pick up the scattered photos.
In the photo, Qiao Ming is scantily clad, half-kneeling on the ground, holding a red wine glass in his hand, smiling flatteringly at the woman whose figure is covered on the sofa. The woman's figure is only vaguely visible from head to toe and a few strands of hair.
, and Qiao Ming’s face is indeed high-definition without any concealment.
The other photo in his hand looks a bit old, like a candid shot. The photo shows a younger Qiao Ming holding a young man's face and drinking a bottle of red wine. That man is...
, the original composer of Qiao Ming’s debut song.
The more Qiao Ming looked, the more frightened he became, and even the color on his face faded a bit, "Are you investigating me?!"
"How could I get involved with an artist of unknown origin?" Qiao Ming stretched out his toes and kicked another photo forward. "Originally, as long as you were obedient from beginning to end, these things could be kept in the portfolio forever.
You won’t see the light of day, but who told you to offend people outside and dare to bite me?”
"Now that you have the time, why don't you think about who you have offended? I'm going to punish you like this." Looking at his devastated look, he twitched the corner of his mouth and reminded him kindly, "Maybe now it's for Mr. Li and Mr. Sun or something like that."
, they can also give you a clear reason."
After saying that, he turned around and left, taking out a stack of documents from the briefcase that was thrown on the sofa. "Remember to pay the liquidated damages."
After saying that, he walked away.
Seeing his appearance, Qiao Ming was too angry to say anything. He tried to force out a smile and called in a voice he thought was charming, "Mr. Li~ I am Qiao Ming. I..." p>
"Why are you calling here now?"
A sharp female voice came, and the smile on Qiao Ming's face froze, and she tried to force herself to speak.
"Don't contact me in the future." After saying that, he hung up the phone without mercy.
"Fuck!"
Unwilling to give up, I made a few more calls, but no doubt they all hung up without even saying a few words.
Only one was willing to reveal more to him
"It's not that I don't want to help you. You have provoked a big shot now. They are going to take action against Huanyu. It just so happens that you are at this juncture. Consider yourself unlucky."
"Sister, sister, please help me and show me a clear path. I can do anything."
Several previous experiences flashed through his mind. Although her methods were unbearable every time, she was indeed the most generous. If he hadn't been desperate this time, he wouldn't have easily provoked her again. The call ended with a hotel address.
"Hahahaha."
Qiao Ming knelt on the messy ground, put his head into his arms, and laughed crazily.
Although Li Xun pretended not to be affected at all in front of Qiao Ming, only he knew how it felt to have his projects taken away by his enemies in the past two days.
"You have to be patient and wait until Mr. Ji's plan succeeds and things will naturally become more prosperous."
The elevator door closed, and a sinister smile reflected on the smooth panel.
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At this time, it was in a teahouse just one street away from the Huanyu Entertainment building.
"Mr. Lin, Miss Song, please come this way."
When Lin Bai and Song Shushu walked into the box, they were greeted by the strong aroma of tea. The design of this teahouse is very clever, using the hollowing out and white space of Chinese architecture to the extreme to ensure a wide field of vision while taking into account privacy.
The sound of the piano came, and the thoughts that were disturbed by the heat became calmer.
"Hello, Mr. Yang."
Lin Bai shook hands with Special Assistant Yang and secretly looked at the legendary first assistant next to Mr. Ji.
The young man is in his mid-twenties, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on his fair face that makes him look extremely humble. He raises the right smile at the corner of his mouth, and everything he says and does is just right. He does not feel arrogant because of the person behind him, but he does not feel inferior to others either.
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"I don't know what you two like to drink. I ordered a pot of Bitan Piaoxue without permission. I don't know what your drinking habits are."
After the three of them sat down, Special Assistant Yang raised the teapot and poured them tea while introducing, "This Bitan Piao Xue is the signature tea of this teahouse. You two must try it first."
Lin Bai was not very interested in tea and took it without comment. Song Shushu, on the other hand, looked very interested when he heard this and took a sip with interest.
When you first enter the mouth, the ethereal jasmine fragrance passes through the mouth, passes through the entire head and reaches the cerebral cortex, followed by a slightly astringent bitterness with a long sweet aftertaste.
"It is indeed a rare and good tea."
"Miss Song has good taste."
Assistant Yang's expression remained unchanged on his face, but secretly he was extremely shocked. Except for him, this time it was his boss who took the initiative to make an appointment at the teahouse, and also asked for a pot of Bitan Piao Xue by name.
Logically speaking, the big boss would basically not get involved in such trivial matters, leaving them all to their secretaries to handle, but this time he explained all the details.
While he was raising a cup to drink tea, he looked at the man and woman sitting opposite without leaving any trace. Of course he knew the identities of these two people. One was the daughter of the Song family's original wife, and the other was the Lin family's only son. On the surface, my identity is not special, but I don’t know why I am favored by my boss.
Lin Bai was also sizing him up at the same time. Although he said that he wanted to be the first-class music player in the industry, after all, he still had some idea of the status of his small studio, so he really couldn't figure out what Ji's family was doing this time.
What is the intention of the olive branch extended?
The two of them are both experienced in the business world, and they became closer to each other in just a few words. Assistant Yang also took advantage of the situation and told him the task assigned to him by the boss.
"What our boss means is, can we let Mr. Ji invest in Baiyin Studio? On the one hand, it is optimistic about your achievements, and on the other hand, it is personal."
"What personal reasons?"
Song Shushu and Lin Bai looked at each other, both full of doubts.
Neither their parents nor themselves should have any friendship with the legendary Mr. Ji?