I Really Don’t Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss - Chapter 72

If it is other supporting guests who speak at this time.

The chief director may pretend that nothing happened. Anyway, it is recorded and broadcast, and it will not affect the effect of the program. If you edit it casually during the broadcast, this little episode will be over.

Unfortunately not.

The person who spoke was Sheng Mingzhi, and the director-in-chief immediately felt that he was being strangled by fate, and fate also strangled his work by the way.

After the deadly silence, someone finally spoke up.

It was Lin Xi who was standing on the stage. The smile on his face froze, and he said slowly, “I don’t know why Teacher Sheng said that. Is there any misunderstanding?”

Sheng Mingzhi was too lazy to look at his face.

He was on the verge of exploding, hehe sneered: “Is there any misunderstanding that you don’t know? Did you compose the music yourself, do you still need me to tell you?”

The thousand-year-old fox is playing with him.

To be honest, when Sheng Mingzhi said plagiarism on the spot, when Lin Xi first heard it, he did panic for a moment.

But he quickly calmed down. The sheet music in his hand was accidentally seen when he was studying abroad.

The international student community likes to play together in groups, and they like to have parties in the villa at every turn.

A rich second-generation he knew was quite rich. He borrowed a friend’s villa for a birthday pa. Lin Xi was so impressed by the villa that he walked in and found all the sports cars parked in the garage.

After listening to a friend’s introduction, I learned that the owner of the villa is a racing driver.

The manuscript was found in the study.

As a violinist, he could see at a glance that it was a sheet music, and stared at it for a while with a casual glance, but he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

It’s like a ghost, and Lin Xi took this piece of music with his mobile phone.

When I came back to my senses, it had been preserved for many years.

When clearing the phone memory some time ago, this forgotten score suddenly appeared in front of him.

It happened that the manager asked him if he had a good original composition. He seemed to be tempted by something, so he sent this score to the manager with a fluke.

After all, no one would care about the score that was taken by accident.

Besides, it was filmed many years ago, and there is no information about this composition on the Internet.

In addition, the villa owner is not involved in the entertainment industry at all.

Lin Xi was even more confident.

Moreover, the score he sent to his manager was only half, and the music he saw back then was also half.

For the remaining half of the content, Lin Xi was too busy to write, so the agent hired a professional team to complete the rest.

After all, it is not the original author, even if it is completed, it is difficult to reach the level of the first half.

The layman can’t hear anything, but those who have studied composition can perceive the subtle sense of rupture in this piece.

I just never thought I would be so unlucky.

The first performance was exposed as plagiarism.

But plagiarism also teaches the Basic Law. As long as he doesn’t admit it, who knows.

He didn’t believe that Sheng Mingzhi could change a manuscript for him.

Lin Xi’s voice was loud and clear: “I think there is a misunderstanding. Teacher Sheng, first of all, you said that I plagiarized and I don’t recognize it, and plagiarism also requires evidence, and you will give me a conclusion with one mouth. Am I wrong? I also know that I am a little violinist. Compared with you, I have no influence. But I want to use your status, and I will not deliberately make things difficult for me. If you really think I am plagiarizing, please Come up with a reason to convince everyone.”

After a pause, Lin Xi added a connotation seemingly vaguely: “But I think Mr. Sheng may not know much about the violin. Maybe he has heard similar music before, so he is wrong?”

What he said was green tea and white lotus.

Pick yourself clean, and you are innocent inside and out.

First, he said that it was a misunderstanding with Sheng Mingzhi, and then asked Sheng Mingzhi to show evidence of his plagiarism.

And it doesn’t matter if you can’t show it. You, the proprietress Sheng Jia, are so influential, can’t you make one without proof? Bullying me, a newcomer who hasn’t debuted, isn’t as simple as pinching an ant to death?

In the end, there was a wave of Sheng Mingzhi, who said that he was a layman to give pointers to experts, and he thought it was plagiarism after listening to a few songs.

It’s a bit of a bum, it’s so natural.

When Sheng Mingzhi heard this, the fox’s eyes widened slightly with anger.

He immediately stood up from the guest’s seat and turned on the microphone with a microphone: “I’m giving you face, right?”

The director team saw that things were going to be chaotic.

He quickly interrupted the recording and broadcast, and hurriedly reported the matter to the senior management of Hemu.

No one dared to turn off Sheng Mingzhi’s microphone.

All the people at the scene were too excited to come out, and all the nervous members were dumbfounded and did not dare to move.

“A person who can’t even draw a bow or a bow can talk to me about the original composition? I think there is a job for sawing wood in Daxing’an Mountains. It’s too late for you to go to the interview now!”

If Sheng Mingzhi didn’t see Lin Xi’s playing posture when he was angry just now, but now that he calmed down, he finally found out why he felt so awkward.

Lin Xi’s piece is broken, and there is a subtle difference between the composition style of the upper half and the lower half of the surface, because Sheng Mingzhi’s score was only half written.

Just like his secret love that collapsed halfway back then, it ended without a hitch.

He suddenly calmed down and said slowly: “Yes. I really misunderstood you, and I can’t say that you are completely plagiarizing, you are half plagiarizing.”

Lin Xi was stunned.

Almost scared and blurted out “how do you know”.

Sheng Mingzhi raised his eyes: “Are you curious how I know? Because I only wrote half of it back then.”

I wrote this half and it was copied by you!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. After Sheng Mingzhi finished speaking, he put down the microphone and sat on the jury’s seat with nobility and glamour.

Seeing Lin Xi’s pale face, he felt a lot better.

A “you continue to make up, I will see how you perform” attitude.

Plagiarized and copied on the head of the master, and also performed in front of the master.

Lin Xi really didn’t expect that he would be unlucky to such an extent.

Not only him, everyone at the scene heard Sheng Mingzhi’s words.

Except for shock, there is almost no other expression to be seen.

Lin Xi plagiarized Sheng Mingzhi?

No, this dramatic picture is not as shocking as another fact.

Sheng Mingzhi can actually play the violin? ? !

and many more.

Isn’t the proprietress always a crotch-pulling figure in the entertainment industry!

I thought he was one of those rich second-generation gamers who went home and inherited the family business when he couldn’t get along.

With this skill… how come Sheng Mingzhi has never shown it? ?

Obviously.

Lin Xi was also shocked and did not speak.

But he didn’t give up and opened his mouth: “Since Teacher Sheng insists that I am plagiarizing, how can Teacher Sheng prove that this piece is your original—”

The microphone suddenly silenced.

Lin Xi knew that he had been locked up.

The director’s team really convinced this Lin Xi.

If it hadn’t been for the coal boss to put him in, he would have wanted to go down and beat people in person.

Having already reached such an irreversible situation, he still dares to repeatedly jump on Sheng Mingzhi’s thunder.

If Lin Xi doesn’t want to make his debut, he will pack himself up and get out. He still has to rely on this director’s work to support his family!

I don’t know if I should say that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Lin Xi was probably also broken. He was going to confess in front of Sheng Mingzhi today and admit that he was plagiarism. How would he look up in front of others after that?

Say it again.

He really didn’t believe that Sheng Mingzhi could conjure up a manuscript.

After closing Mai, I also heard Lin Xi shouting on the stage: “Mr. Sheng, why do you say that I plagiarized? With your mouth? You said that you composed the music? So many people watched, but you took it out. Here comes the evidence! Don’t just deny other people’s efforts without evidence, okay? Do you know how difficult it is for me to stand on this stage and deny everything I have in one sentence. !”

The director was so angry that his eyes darkened, and he was furious: “Find the security guard to take him down! Still keep him talking nonsense on the stage?! I think you don’t even want your jobs!”

Of course, Sheng Mingzhi also heard these words, and he was simply **** off by this plagiarism dog. He can really do it and can really do it on his own, why?

Do I need any evidence for this, can I pull out the remaining half of the score when I go to the stage? ? You dare to call yourself a violinist even at your level of hip pulling? ? I can pull with my feet better than you!

However, no matter how much he mocked in his heart, Sheng Mingzhi just sat there and didn’t move. If he continued to quarrel, he would lose his arrogance and give Lin Xi a face.

After Lin Xi was taken down by the security, the violin was still on the stage.

Sheng Mingzhi’s eyes fell on it, and he paused for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the image of the memory exploded like broken glass, and the violin fell to the ground with a bang, gradually overlapping with the solitary violin on the stage in front of him.

He knew that in the next scene, he was slapped against the wall by someone.

As if stimulated by the picture.

Sheng Mingzhi hid back for a moment in a conditioned reflex, and then covered his ears subconsciously.

Obviously no pain.

But mentally, it was like being torn apart.

Sheng Mingzhi noticed that his palms were sweaty.

Heart palpitations are terrible.

Lin Xi will definitely not be able to continue recording the third issue of “Trainee Debut Battle”.

The efficiency of the official Weibo is very fast. Half an hour after the security took Lin Xi out of the stage, a public relations document was drawn up and made public on Weibo.

It’s about one’s own job. Whether or not he can please the boss depends on how fast and firm the announcement is.

Due to personal reasons, contestant Lin Xi of the program group was unfortunately unable to participate in the recording.

He wrote an announcement about the termination of the contract eloquently and hung it under the text.

The comments exploded:

“???”

“Woc, what’s going on with your program team? Is this the second player to cancel the contract?”

During this period of time, Lin Xi’s marketing has been great, and with the violinist’s character, he has quickly accumulated a group of talent fans on Weibo.

I was waiting for my brother to crush all the players when the third episode of his brother was broadcast, and finally I waited for this contract cancellation announcement.

One can imagine how prickly the rest of the comments were:

“What’s the matter? I really like this new little brother.”

“Help… Don’t you think that your program team has already decided on the champion, and then canceled all the players who are better than the champion?”

“Die laughing. New ideas for drafting, cancel the best contract, and the rest is the champion.jpg”

“Since it’s because of the players’ personal reasons, can I trouble you to write down the reasons clearly, not because you force others to terminate the contract, and then deduct the pot from the players.”

“Hemu’s operation is not a day or two. It’s really uncomfortable to terminate the contract lightly, and the money invested before was spent by Lin Xi, can you refund the money?”

…

Not only the official Weibo of the trainees’ debut battle was captured by Lin Xi’s fans.

Lin Xi’s own Weibo comments also fell.

Such a big thing happened, but Lin Xi didn’t come up with an explanation.

Fans who have always understood the unspoken rules of domestic entertainment know that Lin Xi is probably restricted by his agent and is not allowed to go on Weibo.

Netizens are like that.

Everyone is not curious about the reasons for his withdrawal from the competition.

But the more you hide it, the more netizens feel that there are melons to eat.

Gradually, Douban began to sprout a bunch of posts like bamboo shoots after the rain, all asking why Lin Xi suddenly quit the competition.

Sheng Mingzhi did not swipe these Weibo posts.

At this time, although he was holding his mobile phone, the login page was not Weibo, but WeChat.

It’s Lu Jiayan’s chat box.

Little Ancestor has been waiting for his news all afternoon.

But the chat box is like being frozen, there is no movement at all!

Sheng Mingzhi felt outrageous.

When such a big thing happened at the trainee’s recording site, he couldn’t believe that Hemu didn’t report it to Lu Jiayan.

Since it was reported to him, why didn’t Lu Jiayan send a message to ask him what’s going on?

Damn, it won’t be the seven-year itch when you first fall in love, will the dog man not cherish him after he gets it?

But then I thought that Lu Jiayan might be in a meeting in the afternoon.

Sheng Mingzhi was a little embarrassed to blame him, so he thought about it, in fact, his own affairs were not too much trouble.

He Mu’s movements were so fast that he didn’t respond.

When he was still angry, the top management kept reporting the new progress, canceling the contract, making it public, kicking people out of the show with one kick, and all the resources of Hemu in the future will not be open to Lin Xi.

He was also satisfied with how it was handled.

He didn’t want to trouble Lu Jiayan because of a little thing.

After Sheng Mingzhi figured it out, he put down the phone.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the overhead lights in the room.

A thought suddenly flashed in my mind.

—Why didn’t you think that the villa of Xishan No. 1 was so big before?

When Lu Jiayan came back, he saw this scene.

Sheng Mingzhi slept on the bed without the quilt covering it.

It was that extremely insecure posture, the whole person curled up into a ball, pressing the hair into a wrinkle.

Before going to bed, I was still playing with my mobile phone, and hung it in my hand weakly.

Lu Jiayan possessed slightly and took out the phone in Sheng Mingzhi’s hand.

This pumping awakened Sheng Mingzhi.

He opened his eyes, his eyes still a little dazed.

I don’t know if I cried before going to bed or what, my eyes were red, and I looked at him pitifully.

Lu Jiayan suddenly regretted coming back so late.

Hemu’s executives reported to him in the afternoon that he should come back when Sheng Mingzhi got angry at the scene.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned for a few seconds before opening his mouth. When he woke up, he was slurred: “Why are you back?”

Lu Jiayan said softly, “Listen to Yao Shen, you didn’t have a good time recording the show in the afternoon.”

Not to mention okay.

Sheng Mingzhi almost forgot about it when he fell asleep.

When Lu Jiayan mentioned it, he realized that his grievances were quite numerous, overwhelming.

Or maybe, the method Hemu gave him to vent his anger was useless at all, but Hemu was Hemu, not Lu Jiayan.

Actually talk about it.

He just wanted Lu Jiayan to comfort him.

Sheng Mingzhi nodded, thinking that I was so angry that you came back!

Why don’t you just wait until I’m **** off and come back to collect the corpse!

Sheng Mingzhi snorted coldly, looking like he was about to coax.

Lu Jiayan explained: “There is an international conference in the afternoon, and I can’t leave. I will come back earlier next time.”

He said that, Sheng Mingzhi lost his temper.

The momentum weakened by more than half, and he leaned on Lu Jiayan’s shoulder like a boneless coquettish, and muttered: “Forget it, the meeting is more important.”

He didn’t forget the last time Lu Jiayan even dared to throw away a billion-dollar contract for him.

Sheng Mingzhi was almost killed by his father because of this, saying that he was a loser.

Outrageous.

It wasn’t the Sheng family who lost. Am I your son or Lu Jiayan your son? !

“What’s the matter.” Lu Jiayan laughed, and seemed to be thinking about it with Sheng Mingzhi: “I’m afraid I’ll skip the meeting, and I won’t be able to make money in the future, so I can’t support you, right?”

He remembered that when he first returned to China, Sheng Mingzhi also threatened to go bankrupt if Sheng Jia went bankrupt.

He was the first to divorce Lu Jiayan, and he was determined not to have a hard time.

For this reason, Lu Jiayan always secretly rejoices, but luckily he has money.

Sheng Mingzhi probably thought of this too, and punched him hard: “You are so boring!”

He knew that Lu Jiayan was turning over his old account, and said angrily, “That was before.”

“Well.” Lu Jiayan nodded: “What about now? You are willing to live with me again.”

Sheng Mingzhi glanced at him and complained that you were asking, but he nodded obediently: “A little bit willing.”

He had an idea and answered, “I can steal my brother’s money to support you.”

It seems that last time he also said that he stole Sheng Xu’s money to support him, and this time, he also touched Lu Jiayan’s point of laughter, and the man laughed a few times.

He held Sheng Mingzhi in his arms, and placed a dense kiss on his lips lovingly.

“Mr. Xiaosheng will not be allowed to steal money.”

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly became sensible: “Oh. Then next time you don’t want to go home because of such trivial matters.”

Lu Jiayan raised his eyebrows: “So sensible?”

Teacher Xiaosheng nodded reservedly.

They also have to make comparisons, right? There is never any ambiguity in major matters.

Then he looked at Lu Jiayan with a look of “I’m too sensible to come and praise me quickly”.

Lu Jiayan laughed and said solemnly, “But with me, your affairs are never trivial.”

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned.

Lu Jiayan intertwined his fingers: “So you don’t need to be sensible, in my heart you will always be the most important.”

This sentence is like flipping a switch.

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly felt that his grievances had burst.

The mood of the unhappy afternoon suddenly poured out.

He was so angry that his voice stuttered, and like a complaint, he told Lu Jiayan everything that happened today.

Lu Jiayan’s eyes darkened slightly.

Although I heard the subordinates report the whole process, but I heard Sheng Mingzhi say that the grievance was far more than what it seemed on the surface.

At the end of the day, Sheng Mingzhi’s eyes turned red.

“He also said that if I can do it, let me play by myself. I laughed so hard, as if no one can play the violin, I can play it with my feet better than him!”

Lu Jiayan nodded: “And then?”

and after?

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned.

It was as if all the voices had stopped abruptly.

Lu Jiayan’s voice was gentle: “Why didn’t you go up, Mingzhi.”

later.

The qin was lifted high by the adults, smashed to the ground, and fell to pieces.

Then he couldn’t hear anything—

All the unwillingness and regrets, all vented incisively and vividly at this moment.

Sheng Mingzhi’s tears came without warning and fell like a broken thread.

He remembers that afternoon when he gained everything and then lost everything.

Then he never had the courage to pick up the violin again.

Nightmares haunt him endlessly every day and night when he can’t hear a sound.

Sheng Mingzhi refused to communicate, to speak, or to be gregarious.

But he looked eagerly at everyone who passed by him, wrapped his hope in his eyes, and cautiously tried to seek help.

Father, brother, even aunt, nanny, even one, as long as there is one person, find him, find him.

He had desperately grabbed Sheng Yuan’s hand and looked at him with trembling.

But when he saw the tired look in the other’s eyes, the words choked in his throat and suddenly turned into a knife, cutting his throat.

He wanted to say, Dad, I can’t hear anything.

Can you take me to the hospital, my ears hurt.

But he didn’t want to be seen as a trouble either.

Now in Lu Jiayan’s arms, the bloodiest part of his heart is open to him.

Sheng Mingzhi’s voice was choked and he couldn’t say anything.

After a long while, as if asking for help, he said softly, “Lu Jiayan, my ears hurt.”