President of Chuancheng Entertainment

"Let go, I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Yu pushed Xie Junyi's hands behind his back, stood up and straightened his wrinkled suit.

"go together?"

Xie Junyi smiled and raised his eyebrows to look at him. The smile in his eyes was [-]% malicious, so he justly refused.

"I'll go by myself, you sit here for a while."

-

After going to the toilet, Song Yu, who was in good health, washed his hands in front of the mirror, when he heard voices coming from outside the toilet.

He glanced out of the mirror of the washbasin, and saw a young man dressed in formal attire took another staff member with a badge and handed him a cigarette.

The two were talking while leaning on the railing while smoking their cigarettes.

"You're afraid of a fart. Brother Lang told you to push back and forth in everything. Do you want to be a handyman for the rest of your life?"

"This one……"

Song Yu frowned suspiciously. This young man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

correct.

It was the child star who was cast in "Young Master", but at that time, with black hair, white shirt and jeans, Song Yu was too young, and Song Yu still left a good impression.

Unexpectedly, we haven't seen each other for a month. This child actor seems to have changed his style. His hair is permed and dyed, and he looks like an old-fashioned smoker.

"Isn't it just to put a video on the big screen? Why are you hesitating, this or that?" Wen Tianhao took another puff of cigarette, closed his eyes and let it out, "After the event is done, the benefits will be indispensable to you."

"But King Xia will know that I did it when the time comes, what should I do..." The staff member looked puzzled.

It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, he could be transferred from a handyman behind the scenes to the crew, but he has also watched the video in Wen Tianhao's hand, and Xia Chen's brutal method, if he knew that he was stabbing the knife in the back... No Dare to imagine.

"What are you afraid of? We won't confess you." Wen Tianhao put his hand into his pocket and took out a small USB flash drive, and put it in the palm of the staff, with a grim expression on his face, "When this video comes out, you feel like you have lost your protection." , Xia Chen, who is full of black material, can he stir up any troubles?"

"Ok."

Song Yu came out from the inside with her hands folded, and said softly, "Who said he lost his asylum? It seems that my company hasn't closed down yet, right?"

Hearing the voice, Wen Tianhao raised his head and glanced, his pupils trembled instantly, and half of the cigarette in his hand was shaken to the ground with one hand.

Embarrassed and afraid to look at each other, why is it President Song? !

Hearing this tone, it was obvious that he was defending Xia Chen, but that damned Yan Lang kept bragging about President Song's obsession with the new and dislike the old, and he didn't care about it.

It's really a good one to ignore it, why does Wen Tianhao memorize it like this!

The staff on one side naturally recognized the "SYU" president, who can only be seen in the entertainment section. The USB flash drive in his hand was like a hot potato, and he curled up his palm to try to avoid the visiting eyes.

"Song Sanshao... that's not what I meant." Wen Tianhao hesitated to explain something.

It turned out that Song Yu didn't notice him at all, but stretched out his hand, and said expressionlessly to the shrinking staff member, "Give me what you have in hand."

The staff member subconsciously almost handed over the USB flash drive under Song Yu's order, but fortunately, he controlled his ready-to-move right hand in time, anxiously at a loss, and secretly glanced at Wen Tianhao.

"Aren't you going to give it?" Song Yu glanced at Wen Tianhao indifferently.

He was so frightened that this sentence sounded like "You don't want to be in the entertainment industry anymore, do you?"

He hurriedly snatched the usb flash drive from the staff member who didn't know the situation, fearing that if he moved too slowly, the person opposite would be angry, so he respectfully said, "Give it! I'll give you whatever you want!"

After Song Yu took it, he threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet.His face was cold, and his round pupils were half raised, "Be careful, don't let me catch you behind your back again."

Seeing Song Yu walking away, Wen Tianhao cursed: "Does that Yan Lang feel too good about himself, hehe, now it makes me leave such an impression on people. It's over."

The staff member whose forehead was covered with sweat trembled, "That video of Brother Lang..."

In the end, Wen Tianhao gritted his teeth and said, "He's going to make trouble on his own! Just remember, just pretend that you don't know anything about what happened just now, and it doesn't matter to me if I let him do it himself."

-

Just entered the venue and stood at the door, just bumped into Xia Chen who had just come on stage, wearing a red suit and looking cold, all the lights in the venue were focused on this person.

Under the bright light, he shook off the manuscript in his hand, straightened the microphone on the stage, looked up at the audience, and then lowered his eyebrows and began to read the manuscript in his hand.

A quiet and clear voice like running water flowed out, reading out a boring piece of paper with a lingering love letter.

Suddenly the big screen that had been dark on the stage lit up, and everyone reluctantly recovered from the intoxicated voice, and casually glanced at the content on the screen.

"!"

In the darkness, exclamations erupted from the crowd.

The above is Xia Chen pinching Yan Lang's neck, leaving aside the essence of the matter, only Xia Chen's side face is photographed and it looks like a blockbuster movie.

If it weren't for the ugly Yan Lang in the picture, it would really look like a murderous and ruthless movie.

But this is not making a movie, and the reporters have also raised their guns and short cannons on their shoulders, thinking happily that tomorrow's headlines will be available again.

As a result, the moment the shutter was pressed, the lights on the stage and the large screen all went out!nothing was captured...

"What's going on? Power outage? Security?"

There was chaos in the crowd.

Song Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand was still on the lever of the switch.