Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

After all this tossing, it was already dusk.

The factory area is on the outskirts of the city, three hours' drive from the villas in the city center.

When Qingqin got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The little raccoon flower has an automatic feeder, but it is full, so it comes to rub Qingqin with a whining sound.

Qingqin buried his head in the cat's stomach, and took several deep breaths. The warm smell brought him back to the world.

He ordered takeaway neatly, after thinking about it, he added Mango Xuemei Niang.

After enjoying the meal, Qingqin took a shower and lay down happily in her luxurious big bed, putting the mango pillow by her hand.

Perfect, although I had an unhappy day, at least I can have a peaceful night.

The next second, the phone rang.

Qingqin turned her head to stare at the blood-red Mr. Li, and pressed the answer button with a heroic determination.

Mr. Li's voice was very excited: "Fun Fun on the Internet has completely lost its advantage in public opinion. Netizens are holding boycott activities. This is really great!"

beep--

He hung up Mr. Li's phone.

Qingqin closed her eyes and pulled the quilt over her head.

It must have been an auditory hallucination just now, nothing happened.

Less than a minute later, the quilt was thrown off.

Qingqin sat up straight, took out her phone and started searching.

This time it was a hot search on Funfun.

#Fun Boss Hitting People#

#Fun False Evidence#

The people under the tag were excited and did not give Qingqin the slightest chance to turn the tide.

He really wants to cry now: Allies, let's stop giving away the heads, okay? I beg you!

It's a pity that Mr. Zhang couldn't hear his prayers, and was still working on continuing to die.

Taking a step back and thinking more and more, Qingqin finally couldn't fall asleep, and rushed downstairs angrily, sat in front of the piano, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny flowed out.

Come on, I want to strangle fate's throat!

In the past two days, the popularity of youth campus movies has been rising steadily due to the turmoil of Qiqi.

The director beamed, and put away his mood of getting along, and started to stay up late to catch up with work, trying to advance a schedule to release the show before Qiqi's popularity faded.

Not to mention the two leading actors in daily paddling, even Lou Quan was tormented enough, he hadn't closed his eyes much in the past two days, and finally got to go back to the nearby villa when he was free.

There is nothing good about this villa, it is quiet.

Lou Quan fell asleep at dusk, peacefully and without dreams.

Lou Quan woke up from his dream when a series of "thump, thump, thud, thud" sounded like a devil knocking on the door.

He sat up covering his head and heard the piano music from the next door.

Damn, isn't there no one on the other side? This idiot has been playing the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny over and over again!

Lou Quan finally stood up with a sullen face, and the light from the street lamp came through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting his sharp-edged face into two parts, light and dark.

After thinking for a while, he resolutely dug out the microphone and stereo from the storage room, went to the balcony, cleared his throat, and sang in pure Italian: "Chebellacosae'najurnata'esole..."

The sound insulation here is indeed poor, and the sudden singing made Qingqin's hand tremble, and he played a wrong syllable.

There was someone on the opposite side who listened attentively. Indeed, this was singing "My Sun", referred to as: My Day.

It's over, the late-night disturber was sued by the bitter master.

Qing Qin faltered and stopped the piano music.

The singing didn't stop, and the singing was passionate and generous.

Half an hour later, Qingqin decided to come to negotiate.

"Dong dong dong."

No one opened the door.

Qingqin could only shout at the top of his voice, "Sorry, I won't play, so don't sing too, okay?"

He responded by turning up the music by two decibels, and the whole building vibrated.

Qingqin: ...

Heh, who is not a baby? I have never been so angry at my age!

He turned around angrily, connected the microphone to the piano, the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny, and started again!

The music blared all night.

Early the next morning, the two doors opened simultaneously.

Wearing a suit and sunglasses, he looked like a dog, and he didn't see the behavior of the kindergarten children last night at all.

Qingqin wanted to sneer when he thought about the dark circles on his face, but the opponent was a head taller than him, so he might not be able to beat him with his hands, so he held back his breath for now, at worst, he would fight again later.

Unexpectedly, the opposite door rushed towards him first.

"You are President Qibaoqing," Lou Quan said, but only breathed out.

It was confiscated last night. I remembered that my voice was hoarse when I played the recording.

He rolled the lozenge in his mouth expressionlessly.

In Qingqin's eyes, this is provocation!

The hair all over his body was blown up, he couldn't see clearly when it was dark last night, but today this face was instantly recognizable.

Isn't this the little star who didn't act well to promote Qiqi? up.

Even so, the momentum cannot be lost, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "There was no winner last night, I plan to come to the real person to compete."

"It's not about a fight." Lou Quan said, but there was still no sound.

Qingqin only felt that this man would fight if he wanted to, but instead, a big man blocked the light, frowning and looking at him.

A horn sound broke their confrontation.

Lou Quan tilted his head, yes, his agent urged him to go back to acting.

"Speak or not?" Qing Qin hugged her chest impatiently.

"My throat is hoarse." Lou Quan still failed to make a sound, the candy rolled in his mouth, and the coolness of Houbao's signature spread.

Have it.

Carrying a throat medicine with you is not just a hoarse voice.

Qingqin saw him lower his head suddenly, and in the next second, his jaw was pinched, and a candy was sent into his mouth.

The man seemed to feel that the hand felt good. He rubbed his thumb on his lips a few times intentionally, and then tapped his own lips inexplicably.

Qing Qin's whole body was petrified.

Lou Quan consciously explained clearly, took out a business card and a small check and stuffed it into Chief Xiaoqing's pocket.

Medical bills still have to be paid.

After the matter was dealt with, he turned and left.

Qingqin came back to her senses, subconsciously turned sideways and kicked.

Boom!

Right in the bull's eye.

For the first time in his life, Lou Quan was forced to have an intimate contact with the ground.

But the instigator passed by him unhurriedly, and seemed to give a piss.

After getting into the Mercedes, Qingqin remembered to see what a certain hooligan gave him.

A check for 3000 yuan.

This is... Isn't it prostitution, sir, this can also make money? The broker is confused, and their ancestors were beaten to the ground for playing hooligans like this?

He was so scared that he hurried out of the car, and wanted to see how the young master was doing: "How is it, where is the injury?"

Lou Quan slowly supported the manager's shoulders to stand up, shook his head, insisted on leaning on the wall to enter the room, changed his clothes, and got in the car to go to the hospital.

"My young master, what are you doing now? Is your back hurting? I'll ask the director for leave. What happened to that man..." The manager muttered all the way, but didn't hear anything.

He looked back, good guy, this old man just swiped his phone and didn't hear him at all.

After the inspection was done and the report was taken, the manager realized that his artist had used his voice too much and lost his voice.

"No way, sir, you can still use your voice too much just because you cherish words like gold."

Lou Quan typed on his mobile phone indifferently: "Ask for leave from the director, I won't be filming for the next two days."

"You can use dubbing, you just need to match your lip shape, the director is anxious to make a film this time..." the agent quickly persuaded.

Lou Quan turned a deaf ear and walked away with long legs.

The manager managed to catch up and saw him asking if he knew it: "How to stop the kitten from making a fuss in the middle of the night?"

I even like it for the answer that I exercise more.

Well, we are worse than a cat.

The agent thought sadly, and then reacted: "You have a cat! How many times have I told you, you should discuss it with me before you raise a pet. What a suitable subject for hype."

"I like it, but I haven't raised it yet." Lou Quan typed.

The manager wanted to ask again, but this guy managed to lose his voice by himself, so he couldn't utter a single word.

The so-called unparalleled blessings, misfortunes do not come singly.

Qingqin had just sorted out her mood and came all the way to the company, but bad news kept pouring out.

"Mr. Qing!" Li Zhi happily walked in with a stack of documents.

Qingqin leaned on the office chair, crossed his hands on his knees, and the dead fish looked over: "Let's talk, Zhang Shan falsely accused Qibao of being officially stamped or our well-known trademark certification."

"You are really clever!" Li Zhi's eyes sparkled, "I handed in the materials today, and our evidence is very detailed, including the materials endorsed by netizens to prove the public's knowledge of Qiqi, and the archives proving that Qiqi's trademark is owned by Qibao for a long time. The relevant materials used, the early advertisements of Qiqi shared by netizens in the nostalgic activity on the top of the waves can be used as relevant materials for promotional activities and headlines, as well as the taxes and sales of these years..."

Qingqin was overwhelmed when he heard it: "After the materials are submitted to the intermediate court, there are still a few working days for processing. There are many nights and dreams, and we are not sure yet."

"President Qing is right," Li Zhi quickly put away his smile, "I'm sorry, the main reason is that the country has begun to relax the certification of well-known trademarks in recent years, and with the recent Internet public opinion, maybe we want to use ours as a typical example. , I was a little excited."

The time and place are favorable, and Qingqin couldn't think of any way to lose this lawsuit. He sighed helplessly and waved his hands: "You go."

What's more, he still remembers how Mr. Li's eyes were red that day, alas, it's troublesome.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Mr. Li came in immediately, with the same happy expression on his face, and he was about to speak.

"Stop, don't announce the good news, let's talk about business." Qing Qin rubbed his forehead.

"Manager Sun has already given us the best part of the shelf for carbonated drinks, and the fun has been taken off the shelves in Jingli. Yuanru's contract can be signed now. As soon as the information about our new factory comes out, Yuanru has no doubts about our supply. Cargo capacity!"

Qingqin nodded numbly: "The relocation of the new factory will bother you. Post the recruitment notice, and Qibao will recruit some more people."