Times of Our Lives - Chapter 44

Three days later, Ji Qinyang met his so-called uncle Li Fanghe in the studio where he had been evacuated. The other party was quite polite when he saw him, and said a few polite words before entering the topic.

“Now there is no future for the development of domestic bands.” Li Fanghe gave himself a cigarette and was rejected when he handed it to Ji Qinyang. He didn’t care, he took a few sips before continuing: “Qian Mo has the conditions for solo. If I can, I can write a song for him … Isn’t it a word, what’s it called, a gold producer? “

Ji Qinyang’s expression was cold. He listened to the other party for a long time, and then slowly said, “My style Qian Mo can’t control all of them. I don’t have any opinions on him solo, but I should have negotiated well before. The five-year contract is still months away. Does he have to explain it to me? “

Biscuit’s uncle smiled: “Contract? What contract?”

Ji Qinyang froze, and he frowned slightly before realizing that something was wrong: “What do you mean.”

Li Fanghe smiled. He took out two texts from the drawer. One was a contract signed by Ji Qinyang five years ago, and the other was a relatively new one. Ji Qinyang had never seen a contract. .

“To be honest, our company, the efficiency is not very good.” Li Fanghe pressed the cigarette **** on the table: “You guys can make such a big, it is really beyond my expectations … Senmao, you know? ? “

Ji Qinyang’s heart slowly cooled down. One of Beijing’s largest entertainment companies, Sen Mao, the competition he reported to the band was under the umbrella of Sen Mao.

Li Fanghe said: “It’s a coincidence that they took an interest in your band as soon as they acquired our company, but unfortunately you didn’t sign a contract with us at that time, so it was not easy to buy you out. Qianmo, this child, also It ’s big, but clever. ”He threw the relatively new contract in front of Ji Qinyang:“ Skip us and sign a buyout agreement with Sen Mao directly, is n’t it better? ”

Senmao’s contract has more than 50 pages, of which Qian Mo directly represents the band in his personal name, including Ji Qinyang, who are all directly classified as behind-the-scenes producers. Senmao is fairly conscience, and the treatment for behind-the-scenes production is not harsh. Therefore, Qian Mo dared to sign directly but did not know they would hear Wen Tao.

But he didn’t expect that after five years, Wen Tao is now completely centered on Ji Qinyang, and he even turned around with him.

“Senmao didn’t know that those songs belonged to you. Although your original contract listed those points, they were released in the name of a band. Qian Mo himself graduated from the Central Voices, and the level will not be worse. “Li Fanghe shook the last cigarette out of the cigarette case and said lightly:” The insiders don’t care, let alone the supporters of your band, reshuffle the cards, and order a gun battle, who knows you have this one people?”

Ji Qinyang held the contract and didn’t speak. Li Fanghe glanced at him, and said with a pity: “It is a pity to be behind the scenes depending on your external conditions. This time the lead singer flew, and Sen Mao didn’t think about you in the game. Go up. “

Ji Qinyang’s eyes moved to the other side’s face, and he said coldly, “Say, what else do you have?”

“Smart man, really smart man.” Li Fanghe clapped his hands with a cigarette: “Sen Mao means that I hope you can be obedient behind the scenes, the money is still there, and the song must be given to them, if you are not obedient …” I took an envelope and shook it open. There were photos of Wen Tao drinking and taking drugs.

Ji Qinyang glanced indifferently, indifferently smiled: “Since it’s all torn face, do you think I will still care about the people in the band?”

Li Fanghe snorted: “Don’t worry, you can ignore them, what about this one?”

Ji Qinyang looked at each other and took photos of Xie Meng from the bottom. Many of them were intimate photos of them at home. Ji Qinyang did not know how long those people started staring. The most recent one was Xie Meng three days ago. Photos of kissing him farewell downstairs at home.

“I remember that you work in a bank? You just got promoted recently?” Li Fanghe picked up a photo and looked at it for a while: “Not easy, only 4 years after graduation? Working in a big city is no better than a small city It ’s a lot of hard work, I do n’t know if these photos are captured … ”

Before he finished speaking, Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out. He dragged the opponent’s collar and pressed the man’s head against the table severely, freeing one hand to put those photos into the other’s mouth. Li Fanghe was in pain. He couldn’t say anything, only knowing that he was sobbing and struggling, Ji Qinyang clenched his neck expressionlessly, forcing him to swallow all those photos into his mouth.

“I can do whatever you want.” Ji Qinyang patted Li Fanghe’s face, and the other side’s lips were covered with blood, and what he asked for mercy was vague.

Ji Qinyang sneered: “If Xie Meng encounters something, I don’t know what I will do, understand?”

Li Fanghe quickly nodded.

Ji Qinyang did not let him go: “Where is the backup?”

Li Fanghe took out a USB flash drive from his pocket.

Ji Qinyang took it, and he twisted Li Fanghe’s arm, and gave him a hard punch. Li Fanghe shouted, “No! That’s it! It’s really gone! It’s gone!”

Ji Qinyang didn’t say a word. His expression was stubborn. He supported Li Fanghe’s back. He did not use any effort. He only heard the sound of “click”, and his entire arm was removed.

The dislocated pain stimulated the opponent almost aphasia. Li Fanghe rolled his eyes and could only make a similar tone. Ji Qinyang let go of him and patted his own corner. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of Li Fanghe. The cigarette that had not been smoked before was lighted again and stuffed into the man’s mouth.

Li Fanghe calmed down slowly, his lips moved, and he whispered weakly, “Yes, can you … connect my arms, connect …”

“I have asked a few questions.” Ji Qinyang looked down at him sitting in a chair, “Who is going to stare at Xie Meng?”

Li Fanghe: “Qian, Qian Mo is looking for someone.”

Ji Qinyang nodded emotionally: “What about our studio?”

“Sen Mao dealt with it.” Li Fanghe swallowed: “They sent someone to take everything to the headquarters … I really only know that. They asked me to wait here to talk to you, and I came.”

Ji Qinyang stood up, Li Fanghe flinched and hid, and it wasn’t until Ji Qinyang connected his broken arm that he felt that the other side really let him go this time.

“You, are you going to Senmao?” Li Fanghe stood on the ground, and he boldly advised: “Don’t go into trouble … Beijing is so big, you can’t beat them.”

Ji Qinyang opened the door, and he turned his face calmly, “I have forgotten an important thing there, and now I want to get it back.”

Qian Mo was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of Senmao’s top floor. He had Ji Qinyang’s headphones in his hands. Because he had been preparing for the competition, the other party had been eating and sleeping in the studio for a long time. And content, until the accident, nothing was taken away.

Mo Maoyu, the second boss of Senmao, hung up the phone and walked to him: “What? Unbearable?”

Qian Mo glanced at him.

Mo Yanyu touched each other’s face lightly: “He is here. Would you like to meet?”

Qian Mo held his hand away impatiently: “You all said he almost beat the disabled Li Fanghe, do you think I’ll see you again?”

“Everything is said to be meaningless, and the show is ruthless.” Mo Yanyu laughed. “It still seems reasonable.”

Qian Mo was too lazy to tell him more, and plugged the headset into the other’s hands: “He must be here for this, just help me return it to him.”

Mo Yanyu spread his hand, and in the end just made an “obey” expression.

When Ji Qinyang arrived in Senmao, he was not blocked or embarrassed. Mo Yanyu received him personally.

As a well-known second-generation ancestor in the capital city, his sister-in-law, Mo Yanyu has always felt that the primary goal of his life is to play with all the beautiful men and women in the world, so he saw Ji Qinyang at first glance, but he thought again The other party’s countermeasures against Li Fanghe, his heart swaying became thrilling …

“Actually, the contract is very good for behind-the-scenes production.” Mo Yanyu felt that he was still a talented person: “You have no need to make us into such an awkward state now, if the company becomes famous in the future, the company can also pack you……”

Ji Qinyang looked at the other with a smile. He was filling out the contract and signed directly after reading it, because he was not rich enough to pay the bill, Ji Qinyang took out the card and gave it to the secretary and asked her to let her. Take the pos machine to brush the default fee.

This is not a small sum of money, and Mo Yanyu’s words of persuasion suddenly can not go on, his face seems to be slapped by people.

“My sense of identity is not suitable for being an artist.” Ji Qinyang took the card back, his expression was flat. “As for making wedding dresses for others, I have no interest.”

Mo Yanyu smiled angrily: “You’re quite boney.”

Ji Qinyang did not refute, he asked another question: “One of those things in the studio before was my headset. I can take it back.”

“It’s up to you.” Mo Yanyupi smiled and pointed out the window without smiling: “But the useless junk stuff has been thrown into the backyard, I don’t know which one is yours, or you Go find it? “

Behind Sen Mao is a large waste square, which is full of obsolete instruments in the main building, scrap spectrum, computer cases, spider webs and dust everywhere, piled up more than four or five meters.

Ji Qinyang looked up for a while, he took off his shirt and jacket and tied it to his waist, only wearing a vest, then bent down and carefully pulled inside a pile of scraps.

Many people passing by stopped to look at him.

Ji Qinyang didn’t realize it, his hands were covered with dust, facing the hot sun, and rummaging over and over again.

When Qian Mo saw this scene upstairs, he could hardly believe his eyes. He grabbed Mo Yanyu’s secretary, anxiously, “What is Ji Qinyang looking for?”

The secretary hesitated for a moment before he couldn’t bear it. “Mo always said that he threw his headset there … let him find it by himself.”

Qian Mo: “Where is the headset now ?!”

The secretary thought for a while: “It seems to be next to President Mo. Should be taken to the car?”

Qian Mo frowned. He looked at the square again. Ji Qinyang looked for more than an hour before he stopped. The other was sitting on a large chassis, his head and face were dirty, and his expression was exhausted.

Qian Mo pursed his lips. He didn’t dare to go, he just pulled out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the biscuit.

Xie Meng was in a bank meeting when he received the biscuit call. He came out of the conference room and put a “feed” in his ear.

“Thank you, Brother Xie Meng.” The biscuit was nervous: “Breaking or disturbing you … can you come out?”

Xie Meng frowned: “What’s wrong?”

The cookie’s voice cried, “I, Yimei drunk too much … Can you come and pick him up?”