"Okay, it's my fault this time. I shouldn't steal your limelight. Now, I'll treat you to delicious food. How about this matter being over?"
Seeing Xiao Qian's aggrieved look, Ella was the first to stop holding back and laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, boss, it turns out that you also have time to apologize."
"Oh, An Dahua, didn't we agree that we have to force the boss to sign an alliance under the city before we can forgive him? All our good plans have been ruined by you."
Selina was anxious and spilled the beans. When she realized something was wrong, her big eyes rolled around and she started looking for an escape route.
Only Hebe is at ease, sitting there eating and drinking, as if it has nothing to do with her. But don't shake your hands, it turns out you are still afraid.
It was so ridiculous that my boss released a new song and killed his own artist, and he had to resolve it over a hot pot meal.
"Boss, why don't you sing such a good song for us? You don't even come out to perform, it's really a waste."
Ella's stomach was full after eating, but she still couldn't get rid of her resentment.
Not to mention them, the same goes for SHE’s manager Li Zhuo.
"Hey, boss, we originally made a lot of plans, but because of you, they all came to nothing."
It was originally expected that Qu Qi would end her promotions, and none of the currently active singers would be able to compete, so SHE's management team had even prepared the draft.
Press releases such as "The girl group is back and no one can stop it" and "Who is the champion? Only SHE" and so on, how can you brag about it.
But in their opinion, it’s not bragging.
With the songs created by Xiao Qian and the popularity of SHE, does it make sense that this return does not dominate the golden song chart?
Well, we have a traitor in our midst.
Because of this mistake, all the publicity plans they prepared came to nothing.
Although Xiao Qian's inactivity did not prevent SHE from winning the championship in "Weekly Music". However, it did not win the first place on the golden song chart, which is still a bit lacking in terms of momentum.
However, after eating a hot pot meal, the young girl's mood quickly changed.
"Hey, the music scene is really depressed now. When we went to participate in the show, there were not many famous singers. Even though we won the championship, we felt a little bit disappointed."
While eating, Ella chattered.
If these words were said outside, it would definitely cause an uproar. But since we were all our own people here, we were only scolded by Selina and Hebe, and even Xiao Qian didn't pay attention.
"Maybe it's because there haven't been many people releasing songs recently. There's no competition. Isn't that okay?"
Selina raised her head and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by someone rushing into the box.
"Boss, something happened."
The secretary whispered in Xiao Qian's ear, making his face darken.
"I have something to do and leave first. You can eat by yourself. You can order whatever you want. The company will come back to pay the bill."
After saying that, Xiao Qian walked away without giving everyone a chance to speak.
The remaining people looked at each other, knowing that something big had happened.
Of course it was a big deal, even Xiao Qian had a headache.
He came out of the hotel and went straight to the airport.
Fortunately, not many people fly in this era, so booking a flight is very easy. When he arrived at the airport, the flight was just about to take off.
Xiao Qian went all the way south and headed straight to Yangcheng.
After getting off the plane, there was no delay. We hired a car and drove out of the city in a hurry. We didn't even have time to take a greedy look at this pearl of the south.
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When talking about Foshan, we cannot fail to mention the ancestral temple.
It happened to be late autumn, and the setting sun was bleak, casting a sad white color over the earth.
Only the gate of the ancestral temple with green tiles and red beams is powerful and evil.
The ancestral temple has no doors, and only the red iron fence separates the inside and outside. But today, the central door is open, but the light of swords and shadows are hidden.
On each step of the three steps stood five tough men, dressed in short-sleeved clothes. Their waists were tied with thick cloth belts, their legs were tied with blue cloth strips, and their bare-necked shoes were lined with uneven heels.
Standing down from a high position, he glared at Xiao Qian and his group, quite contemptuously.
"Who is coming?"
This mawei made Xiao Qian smile, neither salty nor light.
"The Yang brothers and relatives are taking people away."
The man in the middle smiled extremely arrogantly.
"Do you know where this place is? Do you understand the rules when taking people away?"
Xiao Qian stepped inside and was not polite.
"Who do you think you are? Can I talk to you?"
The men were all furious, raising their arms and fists, like a wall, refusing to give way at all.
Xiao Qian sneered, coughed, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
The faces of the men suddenly changed, and they all moved out of the way, thus revealing the road.
Xiao Qianli ignored them and walked up the steps to the door of the ancestral temple. Looking up, he saw that the memorial archway of "Festival Filial Piety and Fragrance" was already rusty and even more faded than the setting sun.
Shaking her head, Xiao Qian walked into the ancestral temple.
After entering the gate, the interior is lush and green, with trees as thick as arms stretching and towering, blocking the sky and leaving only a dark cloud on the bluestone road.
The darker it gets here, the colder the weapons on both sides of the road bloom.
Swords are intertwined and sticks are like a forest, and it seems that they will fall on people in the next second.
Really...
Xiao Qian shook her head and went inside.
Seeing that these guys who had put up a battle array could not scare him, how could they give up?
Immediately, a guy with a single sword jumped out. With a casual swing, the blade picked up countless fallen leaves and stabbed Xiao Qian in the face.
"If you want to come in, make a way first."
The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to Xiao Qian's face, but he didn't care at all and just walked forward with his head behind his back.
Seeing that Xiao Qian ignored him, the man's face flashed with a stern look, and he turned his wrist violently, and the fake thorn seemed to turn into a real thorn.
But when he was still a palm away from Xiao Qian's face, he had to stop.
There is no way, with the gun pointed at the dark hole, everyone is afraid of death.
When the men around him saw Gu Hui taking out his gun, they all made a fuss and stepped back involuntarily.
When have you seen this formation before?
Xiao Qian tilted her head and looked at the man wrapped in cold sweat, showed a contemptuous smile, walked around him and walked into the yard.
There were more people here, about seven or eight square formations, each with different clothes and colors, and they all glared at Xiao Qian who walked in.
There is a row of gray tile houses in front of the house. The tile eaves extend forward in front of the house, leaving a corridor for you. A pillar every three meters or so supports the front door.
There are five more steps ahead, extending out into a square. Sitting on the left and right are slim, round-headed lion statues, which are different from the stone lions elsewhere and look more like lion dances.
However, the old men sitting side by side between the two stone lions were not easy to get along with.
They were all wearing double-breasted jackets, with simple expressions and clear eyes. They stared at Xiao Qian who came in, seeming to be thinking about how to start.
Xiao Qian was also observing them, wanting to see if their temples were bulging.
Foshan is the hometown of martial arts, and it is said that there are countless masters.
But it's a pity that he looked left, right, up, and down, but he couldn't see that his temples were different from ordinary people's.
The old man sitting in the middle was drinking tea slowly, not afraid of dead leaves falling into the teacup, and he spoke forcefully.
"Since the establishment of Shanshan sect in this place, no one has come in with a hot rod to show off. You are the first one, and there is no way to explain this matter."
Xiao Qian had already come in, turning a blind eye to the 180-year-old man and only looking at him.
"Your disciples and grandsons are gesticulating and scaring me."
Another old man looked at him and sneered.
"You are pretty brave, but I don't know if you have a real seal. If you dare to come to Foshan to have a try, don't use the silver pewter gun head."
Xiao Qian pushed back as usual.
"You don't need to worry."
He was not polite to these people, he opened his mouth and said: "Where are the people?"
The old man Jiangbu clapped his hands, and a wooden door on the side was pushed open, revealing the figures of Yang Zhen and Yang Yue.
Xiao Qian looked at them and saw that their faces were just a little paler, but their bodies were not in trouble, and their moods were a little smoother.
He didn't need anyone to greet him, he found a chair by himself and sat in the middle of the place.
When Yang Zhen and Yang Yue came over and stood behind him, they said: "I'm here. If you have anything to say, come on."
The old man in blue cloth on the right snorted coldly.
"The toad yawned - such a loud tone. I don't have an explanation today. I guarantee you won't be able to leave Foshan."
Xiao Qian crossed her legs and pointed at the Yang brothers behind her.
"What's the matter? Did my two brothers eat without paying?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the place had strange expressions.
The old man in the middle couldn't help it anymore. After drinking some tea, he shouted: "Young man, you have offended Mr. Feng Liu. Do you have an explanation?"
