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Less than a month after it opened, Times Media signed a singer and an animation one after another, which can be considered a smooth start.

Lin Yue made a rough division of labor. Tang Yiru was in charge of the singing section, and Lu An was in charge of the film and television section. The two of them performed their respective duties, and currently all work is progressing very smoothly.

But the good times didn't last long, and something happened within half a month.

That day, not long after she returned to the office, Tang Yiru hurried in.

"Lin Xiaoyue, something happened!"

Before Lin Yue could say anything, Tang Yiru continued to fire like a machine gun: "The Lin Lingxiao we just signed, something happened to his studio!"

"It was said that there was an inexplicable fire last night. By the time they found out, the fire was already so big that they had no time to put out the fire."

"They just ran out holding some manuscripts."

"Lin Lingxiao's arm was severely burned. He is still being treated in the hospital, but I don't know if his throat was affected by the smoke..."

Tang Yiru's words were full of worry.

Indeed, for a singer, the most important thing is the voice and appearance. Lin Lingxiao encountered this situation just after signing a contract with Times Media, and he didn't know who the arsonist was targeting.

After hearing what Tang Yiru said, Lin Yue's expression froze instantly.

"I remember that when I asked him to move to Bank of China, he repeatedly emphasized the safety of the studio."

"It is said that the best materials were used during the original decoration."

"Moreover, they are all very strict people, how could something like this happen?"

Tang Yiru nodded. She was also present during the original discussion. "The specific cause of the fire is still unclear. I have asked someone to adjust the monitoring, but the feedback said that the monitoring was just being repaired and nothing was captured!"

"Lin Xiaoyue, I think this is abnormal!"

As a professional lawyer, Tang Yiru had never seen anything dirty. When she heard that the surveillance was lost, she immediately realized that it was definitely not a coincidence.

Lin Yue was not as panicked as Tang Yuru, "How is Lin Lingxiao doing now? Is there any latest news from the hospital?"

In Lin Yue's heart, as long as people are fine, everything else will be easy to handle.

Tang Yuru paused, "We are still rescuing him. There will probably be scars on his arms. The rest is not clear yet."

"Okay, I understand. Let the doctor do his best to save you first."

"In addition, you and Xiaojia should pay special attention to the trend of the Internet. I'm worried that someone will use this matter to make a fuss."

"For other things, let's see if the police can find anything first."

Lin Yue made a series of arrangements in an orderly manner.

Compared to Tang Yiru's Liushenwuzhu, she was more calm.

"Okay, I'm making arrangements now."

Lin Yue looked at Tang Yiru, "Well, you get busy first. I'll go to the hospital to check on you later. Remember to send me your room number."

Tang Yiru agreed, turned around and went out.

Lin Yue didn't waste any time and directly asked the driver to wait downstairs, and the two of them went straight to the hospital.

According to the information sent by Tang Yiru, Lin Yue quickly found Lin Lingxiao's ward.

She walked over and asked, "How's it going?"

Although Lin Lingxiao was bandaged like a rice dumpling on the hospital bed and his face was very pale, he was already awake.

"Mr. Lin..."

When Lin Lingxiao saw Lin Yue, he stretched himself out and wanted to sit up.

Lin Yue immediately spoke up to stop him: "You'd better lie down, we are all our own people, there is no need to be so open-minded."

Then he looked at the doctor next to him: "What's his condition now?"

The doctor took a look at Lin Yue and was surprised that she had become the boss of the company at such a young age and that she had such outstanding appearance.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have asked her to be a model for the medical beauty branch.

Perhaps the doctor's inspection was too obvious, so Lin Yue couldn't help but look at him with raised eyebrows.

The doctor then came to his senses and smiled sheepishly: "The patient is not seriously ill, his throat is a little burnt, but he should be able to return to his previous state after a period of conditioning."

"The injury to the arm is quite serious and requires hospitalization for observation. If you want to look better later, it's best to consider medical aesthetics."

"Okay, please."

The doctor gave some instructions and left the ward.

Seeing Lin Lingxiao's sluggish look, Lin Yue comforted him: "As long as your throat is fine, you can rest peacefully first. The company will make arrangements for other things."

"If you have the energy, tell me about the situation at that time."

Lin Lingxiao thought for a moment before speaking hoarsely: "It must have been three or four in the morning, because I recorded the song quite late the night before, so I simply rested there."

"I was sleeping well, but suddenly I was woken up by the thick smoke. When I ran out of the room, I realized that the entire recording studio was on fire."

"The fire was too fierce and I didn't dare to get close. I just rescued some manuscripts near the door."

"But the new album that was just recorded is gone..."

At this point, Lin Lingxiao couldn't talk any more.

He was just an ordinary little singer in the Shi family. It was Shi Lin who admired him and recommended him to sign with Times Media instead.

Lin Yue also appreciated him very much and even arranged a place for him in the singing competition. Unexpectedly, such an accident suddenly happened.

All the efforts were in vain...

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Lingxiao was so sad that he couldn't bear it for a moment and couldn't help coughing.

Lin Yue didn't know how to comfort him. After all, it could be said that what was destroyed this time was all Lin Lingxiao's hard work.

After Lin Lingxiao stopped coughing, he took out a black bag from the bedside cabinet and handed it to Lin Yue solemnly: "These are the materials for the new album. I don't know if they are still useful. Let's see who is suitable." Just take it and use it..."

Lin Yue glanced at Lin Lingxiao lightly. Her eyes stayed on the bag, but she did not reach out to take it.

"Put your things away first. No one can imagine that a fire will happen."

"If the studio is destroyed, just destroy it. When the time comes, just take the first floor from the Bank of China and renovate it to use it as the company's recording studio."

"Your main task now is to have a good rest and recover your body as soon as possible."

As soon as Lin Yue finished speaking, Lin Lingxiao raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.

"You, are you still willing to invest in me?"

According to past practice, a singer like him who has an accident will be abandoned by the company one thousand percent.

Although it was his own studio that was burned down this time, it is an indisputable fact that he was disfigured.

A singer has been disfigured and his voice has been smoked. It can be said that there is no value in cultivating him at all.