Jiang Qi's Debut [Entertainment]

"He smashed a lot of things." Sitting on the leather sofa, Le Jinyu said, "Documents, mobile phones, cups, we were almost scared to death."

He Yonglan sat behind the desk: "He didn't say anything?"

Le Jinyu: "Second Young Master? I've said it, I've said it a lot. The general meaning is, what happened to Mr. He had anything to do with him."

He Yonglan raised his eyebrows.

Le Jinyu: "I have to meet with him again at night. He wants me to inquire about your next deployment. What should I say?"

"You tell him." He Yonglan played with the pen, "He is going to die."

boom!

On the third floor of the high-end sanatorium, a man in a neat suit with a haggard and ferocious face rushed from the corridor, with piercing eyes, he kicked open the door to the single ward at the end of the corridor.

"Second young master, calm down!"

"Second Young Master!"

A group of men in suits tried to hold it back, but it didn't help.

The old man with gray hair on the snow-white hospital bed slowly opened his eyelids when he heard the noise, and the magnified face of his second son was close at hand.

There was a mixture of rage and fear on that face.

"What did you do back then!" He Yongyao scratched his hair, "Who is Jiang Ruiqi! ​​Why did he accuse He and you!"

There was a trace of looseness in He Wei's usual flat expression: "...Jiang Ruiqi?"

He Yongyao: "He said he was the son of Jiang Hongwen and Mei Liping!"

After He Wei heard this, his eyes widened slightly: "...is he still alive?"

He Wei's thoughts turned, and the images flashed wildly in his mind, and it was fixed on the day He Yonglan left the company, the drenched boy in the corner.

He met the boy from afar.

It was that face and that look—

He Yongyao went crazy: "He is not only alive! He is now accusing our company of breaking the law! Accusing you of spreading rumors, slander and intentional murder!"

"Jiang Qi." He Wei was surprised that he remembered that name, "Is that Jiang Qi?"

He Yongyao couldn't help rushing up to grab his collar, but was pulled away by the bodyguard again, angrily: "Why are you doing business so dirty! In the end, you let me handle these things!"

He Wei said another topic: "Did you bring down his company?"

He Yongyao: "Whenever you still say this, of course not!"

"That's useless." He Wei shook his head and said, "Yong Lan's killing situation is set."

He Wei took a breath slowly and said, "Ms. He is exhausted."

He Yongyao's broken voice was almost broken: "But I'm not exhausted! I'm still alive and young!"

He Wei looked at him with cloudy eyes: "Accept the investigation, Yongyao, He and I are the ones who are guilty, and you can start all over again."

He Yongyao looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you so calm? You knew this would happen?"

He Wei did not speak.

"You lied to me." He Yongyao frowned, "You never cared about Mrs. He, and you never believed me."

He Wei denied: "No."

"No?" He Yongyao smiled mockingly, "Do you dare to say that you like me the most among your two sons?"

He Wei looked up at him: "I have always planned to hand over the He family to you, and I have always hoped that you can take it—"

He Yongyao raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, okay. I understand."

He Wei raised his eyebrows slightly.

He Yongyao looked calm and shrugged: "What's the use of saying this now? Jiang Ruiqi's accusation against the He family has already been done. Your criticism of Jiang Hongwen is slander, and you murdered Jiang Hongwen, right?"

He Wei was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

He Yongyao: "How did you murder Jiang Hongwen?"

"A car accident is one of the most difficult crimes to determine whether it is an accident or a murder." He Wei said, "I used chronic anesthetics to suppress his spirit, and he fell ill and died in a car crash on the way."

He Yongyao smirked: "In other words, what Jiang Qi said is completely correct?"

He Wei nodded heavily.

"Oh." He Yongyao nodded, "It's so fucking exciting."

After speaking, he strode out.

He Wei raised his upper body: "Yongyao, where are you going?"

"Find a way." He Yongyao's voice came over calmly, "I will find a way to keep Mrs. He, you don't care, I care."

The bodyguard on the side immediately asked He Wei: "Mr. He, look——"

He Wei waved his hand: "This hurdle is over, let him go."

For a long time, the old man lay on the bed, as if talking to others, but also as if he was talking to himself: "Why, did it develop according to the worst situation?"

After the Golden Horse Awards Ceremony, the most shocking news was not "Fang Ying won Best Actress again", nor "Best Art Award upset", but "Jiang Qi blew himself up as Jiang Ruiqi. Refers to Ho."

One side is the son of an old artist, the dark horse actor in the entertainment industry, behind him is a group of old forces represented by Fei Haichang.

On the one hand is the monopoly empire of the entertainment industry, occupying half of the entertainment circle, the He family who turns clouds into clouds and rain in his hands.

Reporters are crazy about news.

But the real decisive factor in this battle is no one cares about it.

He Yonglan contacted Shen's, An's, and countless small companies in the entertainment industry to formally seize He's market.

In the field that others can't see, the high-level smart people smelled the smoke of this war in time, and quietly began to reject He's cooperation, and offered an olive branch to He Yonglan.

Aunt Wang and Aunt Li put on a smiling face again, but He Yonglan didn't care, and accepted everything.

Ho's stock plummeted, and its market value shrank severely.

Jiang Qi sat cross-legged on the bed, drinking warm water while browsing the news.

There were few stars outside the window, and the soft light cast a layer of warm light on Jiang Qi's eyebrows and pajamas.

The current situation is completely opposite to the exposure of my father ten years ago.After Jiang Hongwen was exposed that year, Jin Ding, who is rich and powerful and controls the media, immediately controlled public opinion, and the crisis public relations gave himself a tall hat.His father's upright nature made him persevere and continue to collect evidence, but he was murdered immediately.The court turned a blind eye to the weirdness of the case, which eventually led to scenes where the righteous were suppressed, the melon-eaters watched the excitement, and the rich and powerful were happy and happy.

And why did his exposure work instead?

He turned his head to look, and He Yonglan was leaning back on the cushion at the head of the bed, with his slender legs crossed, and a notebook on his lap, with a faint blue light reflected in his serious and focused eyes.

Jiang Qi said, "Thank you."

He Yongyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Qi with a puzzled expression.

"Thank you for everyone like me." Jiang Qi said with a smile.

"Others can." He Yonglan said, "Thank you, just take out something else."

As soon as Jiang Qi's puzzled expression appeared on his face, He Yonglan had already closed the notebook, leaned over, tapped his lips like lightning, and then looked at him jokingly: "Like this?"

Jiang Qi glared at him in embarrassment, but before he had time to express his thoughts, a certain part was slightly twisted again, and the man in front of him continued to ask with a smile, "Or like that?"

Jiang Qi's whole body trembled, and he wanted to push him, but his outstretched hands were directly grabbed by a big hand, and they were folded back to his chest. On the contrary, his whole body was pressed down, followed by a moist and long kiss.

I don't know how long they kissed, but they felt that there was not enough oxygen, and after both of them were breathing heavily, He Yonglan let him go and took him into his arms.

Jiang Qi heard a moderate sigh from above, then rubbed the back of his head with both hands: "I really want you."

Jiang Qi raised his head, nibbled on his chin, and hissed.

"It's a pity that we are still busy tomorrow." He Yonglan's voice continued, "When we are not busy, sleep for three days and three nights. How about it?"

Jiang Qi blushed and pushed him: "Get up."

He Yonglan refused to let go: "How is it? Do you agree or not?"

"You get up first."

"You don't promise me not to get up."

"I--"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a hand supporting the edge of the pajama pants, and deftly poked it in, slipped in the gap, and then pressed the middle twice.

"I, I, I, I promised, isn't it okay? You—let go!" After Jiang Qi gritted his teeth and pulled He Yonglan's salty pig's hand out of his pajama pants, he didn't even look back, and Li Yu got out of bed , "I'm going to take a shower! You are not allowed to peek! You are not allowed to come in!"

"Oh." He Yonglan propped his head on one hand, watched Jiang Qi running out of sight in a panic, and smiled slightly.

"By the way, Xiao Qi, I'm going to S City tomorrow, it's the anniversary of my mother's death."

The figure in the bathroom paused: "I'm with you?"

"Farewell." He Yonglan said, "Take the high speed, and the round trip time is not short. Just keep an eye on the situation here, and call me if you have anything to do."

"it is good."

Late at night, in He's mansion.

"How is it?" He Yongyao sat behind the desk and picked up the phone.A few days of lack of sleep caused heavy bruises under his eyes. Normally, fatigue and work shouldn't be such a big reaction, but his previous days were happy and carefree, and he had never worked so hard.

The secretary's voice came from the loudspeaker of the mobile phone, with a slight sigh: "The big media are doing Tai Chi and are unwilling to help us."

"Fucking Jiang Qi is just a kid, what are they afraid of?!" He Yongyao scratched his hair irritably, and as soon as the words came out, both he and the secretary knew what they were afraid of.

He Yonglan.

The beast hiding in the dark didn't say a word, but quietly changed the direction of the wind.

Both sides fell silent.

"Okay." He Yongyao wiped his nose, "Is there no other way?"

"According to the information I found out, half of the media have already got in touch with the young master." The secretary said, "There is no way to control public opinion."

"When did he bury such a deep influence in the media industry?" He Yongyao wondered, "Then what about knocking down his company? Just knocking down his company?"

The secretary pondered for a moment, and said: "It can't be done. Now our cooperation is constantly decreasing. Some people even give up cooperation even at the expense of liquidated damages, and some artists have switched jobs. Artists whose contracts have expired are waiting and watching."

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

He Yongyao suddenly remembered He Wei's firm order to complete the project within half a month.

Maybe, He Yongyao had a flash of inspiration, maybe He Wei had expected something before he issued such an order, trying his best to protect himself and He's?

No, He Yongyao smiled. If he really had a way, would he wait so calmly for the approaching death?

He Yongyao put his elbows on the table and pressed his temples: "Is there no other way?"

The secretary was silent. Everyone understood, but they were unwilling to say it out loud.

Finally, the secretary asked, "What does Chairman He mean?"

He Yongyao chuckled: "Him? He might tell me to give the company to the society and my good brother without a fight."

He Yongyao said seriously: "I will never admit defeat."

After hanging up the phone, He Yongyao paced back and forth in the study anxiously.

There must be a way, as long as you think about it, there must be a way.

When he turned impatiently, he accidentally knocked down the calendar on the desk. He was furious for a moment, grabbed the innocent calendar and threw it out: "Even you are blocking my way?!"

The calendar was directly cut in half by the arm strength and impact of the adult male, and a page of the current month fell off and fell limply at his feet.

Still puzzled, he got up and picked up the piece of paper, tore it hard, and the date at the bottom corner of the page suddenly came into view.

——September 11.

He Yonglan is not around on this day every year, what are you doing?

Yes, this is the anniversary of his mother's death.Every year he walks on the highway for three hours to offer a bouquet of flowers.

He should be very proud this time, after all, his wish for many years is finally coming true.

Walking on the high speed for three hours, He Yongyao stared at the date fiercely, I really hope you can be hit to death.

This idea suddenly appeared, and He Yongyao paused.

Was killed?

How did Jiang Hongwen die?

"A car accident is one of the most difficult incidents in crime to determine whether it is an accident or a murder." He Wei's voice rang next to his ears, "I used chronic anesthetics to suppress his spirit, and he fell ill and died in a car crash on the way."

He Yongyao threw the paper out like an electric shock.

There are few stars outside the window, and the sky looks like rice paper soaked in dark blue ink, covering the entire city in darkness.

There was a thunderstorm, and it rained heavily.

Ten years ago, was He Wei also desperate at such a late night?

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