After exchanging souls with the villain, Hu Ka slaps the entire Internet

"The studio over there sent a message saying that someone from Liang Jingyu's studio wants to pay to buy out this melon."

After dinner, Xu Wei sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room.

As July approaches, the weather is getting hotter. Before, she was willing to take a walk in the yard after dinner, but now she is reluctant to leave the air-conditioning.

Xu Wei sneered and asked, "How much does Liang Jingyu offer?"

In the camera, Lin Zhen had just entered the elevator. The signal was a bit bad and there was a pause for a moment before Xu Wei heard Lin Zhen say a number.

"Two million."

"Two million..." Xu Wei played with Cheng Xianzhi's fingers, her tone somewhat disdainful: "You've made so much, two million is really stingy."

Lin Zhen opened the electronic lock and walked into the house.

"So the studio directly rejected it." Lin Zhen walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator. He gulped down two sips before continuing, "Just wait and see tomorrow night."

Xu Wei made an OK gesture and hung up the video call.

She was still very confident in Lin Zhen's work.

Xu Wei lay on Cheng Xianzhi's lap. Today's news broadcast was playing on TV. She smiled and joked, "Cheng Xianzhi, you seem to be the old cadre mentioned on the Internet."

Cheng Xianzhi lowered his head in confusion, and asked while stroking her long hair: "What is a veteran cadre?"

He knew what the old cadre meant, but he didn't know whether the old cadre Xu Wei mentioned was the same as what he understood.

Xu Wei hummed for a long time, unable to explain clearly, and directed Cheng Xianzhi to help her get the washed cherries on the coffee table.

Cheng Xianzhi considerately removed the root and then put the flesh into Xu Wei's mouth.

The half-hour news broadcast ended quickly, and the two of them chatted peacefully in the living room.

"Cheng Xianzhi, don't you want to persuade me?"

Cheng Xianzhi paused while touching her hair: "What are you trying to persuade?"

"Advise me to leave some space for myself so that we can meet again in the future." Xu Wei straightened up, "After all, I still have to work in the entertainment industry in the future."

"No need." Cheng Xianzhi said calmly, "Even if Cheng's goes bankrupt, I can still protect you."

"So, Ayue, feel free to do whatever you want to do. I'll take care of it for you."

Cheng Xianzhi's figure was reflected in Xu Wei's deep brown pupils. She sniffed and threw herself into Cheng Xianzhi's arms.

"How come you are so nice, Cheng Xianzhi?" she murmured.

.......

Unlike the Lishui Bay side, Liang Jingyu's private residence in the suburbs was brightly lit.

The marble floor was littered with broken glass and torn pages of magazines.

Wang Quan covered his forehead, sat on the sofa, and watched Liang Jingyu go crazy.

This private residence located in the suburbs of Beijing is Liang Jingyu's secret base. No one except Wang Quan, not even Xin Yuanke knows about it.

In just a few seconds, another glass was thrown to the ground and smashed by Liang Jingyu.

"What the hell is that crappy studio, huh?"

Liang Jingyu put his hands on his hips and looked down at Wang Quan condescendingly: "You want to buy out a piece of news with two million, but you can't even do such a small thing. Wang Quan, I doubt your ability now."

Wang Quan looked up. Although he had complaints about Liang Jingyu in his heart, he still comforted Liang Jingyu for the sake of appearance: "Ayu, don't worry. What if the melon is not yours tomorrow?"

Wang Quan's voice sounded a little hollow, in fact he himself didn't believe what he said.

If the melon did not belong to Liang Jingyu, then when they went to ask for the price and wanted to buy it, the other party would give them a clear hint and tell them that the melon did not belong to them. But it was not the case. The other party directly rejected the two million yuan offered by the studio.

Later, after he made the final decision, the studio's offer was gradually increased to three million, but the other side never gave in and was determined to reveal the news at eight o'clock tomorrow night.

Liang Jingyu's eyes were cold, and he taunted: "You have been doing this for so many years, Wang Quan, do you believe what you said?"

Agent Wang Quan lowered his eyes.

The broken glass on the ground reflected flashes of light and caught Wang Quan's eyes.

Liang Jingyu's career has been booming in recent years, and his temper has also become worse and worse. The way people address him has changed from the respected "Brother Quan" to the current "Wang Quan".

Has he forgotten how I stopped him and begged him pitifully to sign him?

Wang Quan's eyes flickered, "I will contact the other studio again, but we also have to make other preparations."

Liang Jingyu was tired from smashing and collapsed on the sofa nearby.

At this moment, he regained some of his sanity. When he heard Wang Quan say this, his expression softened, but he still spoke in a commanding tone: "Go quickly. If I fall, you won't have a good life either."

After Wang Quan made Liang Jingyu famous, he fell out with his original company and opened his own studio with Liang Jingyu. Since then, he has never taken on any new artists.

If Liang Jingyu falls because of this incident, Wang Quan will not be able to find a new company to cooperate with in a short period of time.

Wang Quan: “…”

He was holding his breath but didn't show it.

When I walked into the entrance, I heard Liang Jingyu's voice behind me lazily saying, "Remember to find a housekeeper to clean this place for me tomorrow."

Wang Quan stood at the entrance, curled his fingers, and slowly clenched them into a fist.

After Wang Quan left, Liang Jingyu walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine.

The phone on the coffee table started vibrating non-stop an hour ago. It was Xin Yuanke sending a message asking where he was.

He was a little annoyed and had no intention of dealing with Xin Yuanke, so he simply turned off his phone and threw it somewhere unknown.

After a while, most of the wine in the bottle was gone.

Liang Jingyu narrowed his eyes, looked at the goblet in his hand, thought for a moment, and still felt a little worried about Wang Quan.

The royal power is becoming more and more useless.

Ever since the last video incident, Liang Jingyu has been skeptical about Wang Quan.

Some things still have to rely on yourself.

"boom--"

The goblet was placed heavily on the coffee table with such force that cracks appeared on the cup immediately.

After a while, a red Ferrari sped out from the courtyard of a villa in the suburbs, leaving behind only a low hum that pierced the night.

Late at night, it began to drizzle in Beijing. The Ferrari did not slow down at all, speeding on the slightly empty streets, and the splashing water hit the flower beds on both sides of the road.

The Ferrari sped along the road for nearly forty minutes before it suddenly braked in front of a small villa.

The small villa is private property under Sister Lan’s name. The geographical location is not very good, but it has very good privacy.

Liang Jingyu closed the car door and looked up at the familiar window, which was now lit.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that Sister Lan is indeed staying here tonight, so it will be more convenient for him to act.

He walked up to the door with ease and opened the combination lock.

Walk in.

There were soft lights on in the entrance and at the staircase. He lowered his eyes and saw a pair of not-so-clean white sneakers lying in disarray on the floor.

His heart sank and he looked up at the half-open door on the second floor.