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Chapter 70: Am I that kind of vulgar person?

On May 3rd, at 11 o'clock in the morning, in the coffee shop, two middle-aged men looked anxiously at the time on their wrists. A man in a suit next to him carefully sat on half of the chair, lowering his head and not daring to show off.

"You said he acted very calmly last time and even threw the settlement letter in your face. Why didn't you report this situation?" You Qingsong asked in a deep voice.

Just thinking about so many of his artists retweeting that statement makes veins pop on his forehead. Isn't this an opportunity to give his competitors a slap in the face? Even if he had someone delete the Weibo message overnight, he wouldn't know.

How much energy will it take to eliminate this negative impact?

The cold sweat on the forehead of the man in the suit dripped down the crotch of his neck, and he felt a sense of injustice in his heart. How could he tell his boss that he was so embarrassed? Wouldn't that mean telling his boss clearly that he was incompetent? And he had always been

I thought it was just young people acting on their own impulses, but who would have thought that things would turn out unexpectedly.

"What time did you make an appointment with him?" Le Jianming asked in a deep voice.

The man in the suit said cautiously: "He didn't say the specific time, he just made the appointment at noon, and then the phone was turned off..."

"You can get lost." You Qingsong waved his hands irritably and yelled at Le Jian: "What does he mean? Just leave us here? What's the point? Even if we go to Hongshan Entertainment to meet their boss, we won't be in trouble

Are you angry with this coward?"

But Le Jianming shook his head, lowered his head and stirred the coffee with a spoon: "Don't be impatient. He has the upper hand now. If we lose, we have to give in. Maybe he is deliberately keeping us dry, just to make us impatient.

Fortunately, it bites us hard during the negotiation!"

"That's not true, right? He's just a young kid who has just grown up. He really has such deep intentions?" You Qingsong was a little unconvinced.

Le Jianming put the spoon in his hand on the tray, made a crisp sound, and then said calmly: "Do you really think he is just an ordinary art school student?"

"Otherwise?" You Qingsong asked.

"Lao You, you are a good musician, but you don't understand people as well as I do." Le Jianming waved his hand: "If you think about it carefully, if he didn't apply for copyright on the day of creation, how could he have the confidence to do so?

Have we reached this point?"

You Qingsong thought about it carefully, and it was true that if he were an ordinary person who was so frightened that he would have told the truth at that time, naturally nothing would happen next.

Le Jianming continued: "In other words, when he saw the settlement letter for the first time, he had already thought about using our resources to promote his film, and even his appointment with us today was

He has already planned it."

You Qingsong couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this. If Le Jianming's guess is correct, then this person is too scary. The key is how old is he? Is he already old?

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and a handsome young man walked in. You Qingsong waved to him. Han Fei's height, appearance and even his life were no secret to them at all.

Han Fei came and sat down across from them, and his first sentence almost made them angry: "I remember that I made an appointment with the boss of Huayan. Since you don't want to negotiate, then we have to meet in court!"

You Qingsong almost couldn't breathe. Was he being underestimated? Le Jianming asked curiously: "How do you know we are not the bosses of Huayan? Do you know us?"

"Of course, knowing yourself and your enemy is the best way to win. Huayan's Music Director and Operations Director, just like you know my information very well, I also know that you are known as Huayan's double evil. Huayan Music can firmly rank among the top three in the industry. You are evil.

There's plenty to do." Han Fei shrugged and ordered a cup of coffee. Although the coffee wasn't very tasty, prostitution made him happy, so he just drank a cup.

You Qingsong's face suddenly turned ugly. If Le Jianming hadn't told him not to treat Han Fei as an ordinary college student, he would have turned against him long ago. He had been in the entertainment industry for many years, when had he ever been so angry?

Le Jianming always looked as usual: "Since you know something about Huayan, you should know that the big boss never interferes with the company. We handle everything. Since you asked us to sit down and talk, there is no need.

, you are using such means to test us, just raise the conditions if you have any. After all, you have the upper hand now, don't you?"

Han Fei's face became a little solemn. Like outside rumors, Le Jianming, the operations director in charge of all external affairs of Huayan, was indeed a ruthless character. He seemed to admit that he was at a disadvantage, but in fact he was just showing weakness in the negotiation.

On the table, whoever makes the offer first will be at a disadvantage because you have already played your first card.

"It makes sense." Han Fei suddenly showed a very sincere smile: "But before that, I really want to know how you will play with the song."

You Qingsong wanted to kill him as soon as he heard this name. This idiot almost put Hua Yan into a situation of no return, and almost ruined his reputation. He was deceived by a screenshot that was under copyright review.

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Le Jianming gently pulled You Qingsong under the table, and then asked seriously: "I don't know, what suggestions do you have?"

"Then, what if I want to plead for him?" Han Fei smiled, and his smile was still sincere, at least on the surface.

Le Jianming sneered: "Every adult should pay for his actions, and no one can do something that harms Huayan and not pay the price."

"Are you threatening me?" Han Fei said coldly.

Le Jianming changed his smile and looked sincere: "No, I'm just reminding you. Of course, you know this very well, otherwise you wouldn't sit down and talk to us."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Alas, Senior Geyusen, it's not that I don't want to save you, but I can't do anything about it." Han Fei sighed softly.

You Qingsong was so confused when he saw it. This little fox was really not a gas-saving lamp. It was as true as he said it. In his heart, he really wanted them to kill Ge Yusen, right?

The most important thing is that they still have to do this. Just like Le Jianming said, if Huayan still wants to gain a foothold in the industry, he must trample Ge Yusen into the dust so that he can't even get up.

Everyone will be subconsciously frightened when they mention his fate.

"My request is very simple. Huayan's official Weibo and all celebrities who have forwarded infringement statements should publicly apologize!" said Han Fei.

Le Jianming refused without thinking: "Impossible, you are forcing Hua Yan to die!"

"Tsk~~~" Han Fei clicked his tongue and said: "It is said that people live by their faces. Look, you want face, and I want face too. If you don't apologize, you will hurt my face. You can't let me go just for your face.

Isn’t it shameful?”

You Qingsong was so confused: "What nonsense is this? You are making up a tongue twister now. It is definitely impossible to apologize. At most, we will compensate you financially."

Le Jianming felt helpless for a while. Although this was also a plan he approved of, You Qingsong said it so directly, which was equivalent to giving Han Fei a chance to speak.

But what made Le Jianming and You Qingsong dumbfounded was that Han Fei slammed the table and yelled: "What do you mean? Throw money at me? Am I that kind of vulgar person?"


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