Salted fish wants to divorce every day

[Ah, this... If there is no black material from before, I can still drink, now...]

【I also……】

[When I think of Ju'an being taken care of, I really can't stop drinking. 】

[Is Feng Shen blind?Can this kind of person be liked?I'm going to throw up! 】

[Are you poisonous?How about Ju'an, Guan Fengshen? 】

[Feng Shen and Ju An are friends who grew up together, could it be because of this that they broke up?Besides, who knows if the black material is true or not? 】

[Can't it be made by someone else?Thinking of keeping|supporting everything, how dirty are your thoughts? 】

[Can you be smart when you are black?Who is Fengshen?If Ju An is really that miserable, do you think Feng Shen will give him a good face? 】

【that is!Fengshen is notoriously loathe unspoken rules, if Ju An is really that kind of person, Fengshen would not be able to get so close to him in the show!Have you forgotten how Fengshen treated the few artists who were picked out to restrict the rules? 】

【It seems that it is really...】

[I said earlier, don't listen to those black people and yxh's nonsense!Heizi will stop talking, when did yxh tell the truth?Don't they all take money to do things? 】

[So it seems that Ju An was screwed by someone? 】

[Anyway, I believe in Fengshen!The person Fengshen likes is definitely not a bad person! 】

……

The PR department of Yinhe Media breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the speeches in the live broadcast room gradually turn in a positive direction.

Every day, they are busy dealing with the aftermath of the company next door.

I don't know if the boss will pay overtime wages?

Not only did the boss not want to pay overtime wages, he even approached the boss of the company next door to settle accounts.

Qiu Lin finished the meeting and returned to his office. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Zhiheng sitting on his office chair with his feet on his desk and playing games with his mobile phone.

Qiu Lin paused, "Why are you here?"

Fu Zhiheng looked up at Qiu Lin, his eyes lit up, and he threw the phone on the table.He took his feet off the table, sat upright and looked at Qiu Lin.

"Have you finished the meeting?" Fu Zhiheng asked.

Qiu Lin walked to his desk with the documents in his hand, raised his hand and knocked on the table, "Give way."

Seeing Qiu Lin's serious expression, Fu Zhiheng choked up, curled his lips, and reluctantly stood up from the office chair, making way for Qiu Lin.

Go to the sofa chair on the other side and sit down. The bones are as soft as they are, and they collapse on the sofa chair as soon as they sit down.

"It's boring. I came all the way to see you. Is this your attitude?"

Qiu Lin turned on the computer, quickly sorted out the key points of the meeting just now, and asked without looking back, "What are you doing here?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?" Fu Zhiheng asked back.

Qiu Lin finally couldn't help looking up at Fu Zhiheng, "I'm curious, is your Yinhe Media going to close down? Why do you, a boss, come to me every day?"

Fu Zhiheng was stimulated by his undisguised dislike, and laughed angrily, "What? Could it be that you are still afraid that I will steal business secrets? I came to dig up your black material on purpose?"

Qiu Lin shook his head, "I'm not worried about that, I'm not an artist, and it won't affect much if you dig up my black material."

"Then what do you mean?" Fu Zhiheng asked angrily.

Qiu Lin said: "But the black material of those artists in my company should be very useful to you."

"You!" Fu Zhiheng was really pissed off by Qiu Lin this time. He immediately sat up straight and glared at Qiu Lin, "Qiu Lin! Don't force me to beat you!"

Seeing that he was angry, Qiu Lin raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Okay, tell me, what are you looking for me for?"

Fu Zhiheng, who originally wanted to joke with Qiu Lin, no longer wanted to joke anymore, and said to Qiu Lin in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Does your company care about Juan? If you don't want to, just let his The contract was resold to me."

"Ju An?" Qiu Lin was startled, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Fu Zhiheng sat up straight and looked at Qiu Lin with an attitude of talking about business. He changed from his previous idleness, and fully revealed his aura as a superior.Seeing that he was getting serious, Qiu Lin also became serious, realizing that things might not be simple.

"Don't tell me you don't know. Ju An is now participating in "Let's Date" with Yan Zefeng from our company. It has been frequently searched for these days. Haven't you paid attention to it?"

Qiu Lin really didn't pay much attention. Unlike Fu Zhiheng, he was supported by someone in the company, and he didn't have so many internal fights.Forging Star Media is a mess he took over from his father.

It is called a mess, and it is conceivable that the company is not so peaceful.

Qiu Lin wants to take care of everything, but don't dedicate himself to eradicating these cancers in the company. Believe it or not, whoever he wants to help will be unlucky?

Fu Zhiheng obviously understood Qiu Lin's current situation, so he didn't sneer at Qiu Lin's question.

Qiu Lin frowned, he really didn't know about this.

"I don't know much about this matter. I will find someone to ask about the situation."

"Tch." Fu Zhiheng couldn't hold back, and sneered, "When you take the initiative to find out the situation, the day lily will be cold. Do you know that if I hadn't asked the company's public relations department to cooperate with the work, your company's Ju'an would have already become famous in the entertainment industry." I can't get along anymore. I spent manpower and financial resources for you, shouldn't you express your gratitude?"

To be honest, this was the main purpose of his coming to Qiu Lin today.

Whether Ju An can sign into his own company is secondary, and there is no benefit for him to be able to sign in. At most, Yan Zefeng can cooperate more with the company's arrangements in the future.

If Ju An didn't come to Yinhe Media, he had nothing to lose.

And maybe he can use Ju'an as an excuse to come to Qiu Lin more in the future.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it would be better for Ju An to stay in Duanxing Media?

Qiu Lin was not too surprised by Fu Zhiheng's words. In his opinion, if Fu Zhiheng had no purpose, he would not have come to him.

So after listening to Fu Zhiheng's words, he asked, "What kind of thanks do you want? Anything I can do, even if it's not too much, I can promise."

Fu Zhiheng frowned subconsciously, obviously not very satisfied with Qiu Lin's answer.

"You should think about it to be more sincere, right?"

Qiu Lin looked at Fu Zhiheng with doubts in his eyes.

Fu Zhiheng came all the way to seek credit from him, isn't it just to get corresponding benefits from him?Now that he gave Fu Zhiheng the opportunity to put forward conditions, why is Fu Zhiheng not happy?

Qiu Lin thought for a while, but couldn't figure out what Fu Zhiheng was doing?

After thinking for a while, he said, "Then let me know when you decide what you want."

Fu Zhiheng: "..." So fucking angry.

The key is not to vent your anger on Qiu Lin, because what Qiu Lin said sounds fine, but he is angry at this time, and it seems that he is making trouble for no reason.

In the end, Fu Zhiheng could only sulk by himself.

Seeing that Fu Zhiheng didn't speak, Qiu Lin seemed to be still sulking.He frowned, not understanding what was wrong with what he said?

Glancing at the time, it was almost time for dinner, and asked after deliberating, "It's almost time, do you want to have a meal together?"

Fu Zhiheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he held back his joy arrogantly, and said reluctantly, "That's fine. You invited me on your own initiative, so it can't be regarded as your thank you gift."

Qiu Lin choked up, is he that stingy?

"Well, it doesn't count. Let's go."

Fu Zhiheng got up immediately, followed closely behind, "What shall we eat?"

Qiu Lin: "What do you want to eat?"

"Well... let me think about it, what do you want to eat?"

"What's the relationship between Ju An and Yan Zefeng?"

"Didn't you say what to eat?"

"Oh, what to eat then?"

"..." Knock Nima!

……

Zhu Jun had already given up asking the company's PR department to help Ju'an control public opinion, but he didn't expect to receive a call from the company's big boss suddenly.

After arriving at the CEO's office on the top floor with trepidation, he opened the door and saw several familiar faces inside.

In addition to the artist director, the person in charge of the personnel department and the public relations department were all called by the little boss.

Zhu Jun's heart skipped a beat, with this posture, wouldn't the little boss want to kick him out?

But it doesn't make sense!He's kept himself safe recently, didn't do anything, and didn't make any mistakes. What kind of knife does the little boss want to do to him?

Seeing the person in charge of the public relations department again, Zhu Jun had a flash of light in his mind, and felt that he had discovered the truth of the matter.

It must be the old dog from the public relations department who is stalking him behind his back!Otherwise, why would the little boss suddenly take him under the knife?

When Zhu Jun walked into the office, a few steps along the way, he had already had a moderate brainstorm in his head, and he had already found out the "culprit".Standing beside the person in charge of the public relations department for a while, he gave him a vicious look.

As everyone knows, the person in charge of the public relations department is even more anxious than Zhu Jun at the moment.

"President Qiu, do you have any orders for me?" Zhu Jun asked cautiously.

Qiu Lin glanced at Zhu Jun and asked, "Are you Ju An's manager?"

Zhu Jun was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and nodded quickly, "Yes, I am."

"How many years has Ju'an been under your command?" Qiu Lin asked.

Zhu Jun became more and more confused. No matter what the little boss meant, he was called this time for the sake of Ju'an.

Thinking about this, he replied rigorously: "It's been about ten years. I remember that he signed with our company before he graduated from university. He was only 17 years old at the time. At that time, he signed a contract for ten years. Calculate the time , and the contract is about to expire."

Qiu Lin frowned slightly, and asked, "How many more years?"

Zhu Jun replied: "There is still about a year."

Zhu Jun was beating his nerves in his heart. Why did he hear that the little boss meant that he was going to terminate the contract with Ju An?

Could it be because of the black material on the Internet these two days?

Thinking about it this way, Zhu Jun couldn't calm down anymore. He finally waited until Ju'an had a chance to become famous. If the company terminated the contract with the company at this time, wouldn't he be in vain again?

"Mr. Qiu! Ju An is an entertainer with great potential. Don't look at his recent comments on the Internet that are not very good, but they are all fake! Someone deliberately splashed dirty water! You don't know, although Ju An has not It’s popular, but his songs are popular with many artists in the company!” Zhu Jun tried his best to raise his favorability for Ju An, trying to make the little boss dispel the idea of ​​giving up Ju An.

Qiu Lin raised his hand to interrupt Zhu Jun's words.

Before Zhu Jun finished speaking, he forcibly held back his words, and blushed immediately.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a mocking smile on the mouth of the person in charge of the public relations department, and suddenly he was furious.