Foodies can't be broken

Xinnan said it would take three days, but actually the recording could start the next afternoon.

Jiang He recorded in the recording studio until late at night, making sure that every line was sung perfectly before stopping.

The tension that had been tense was finally relaxed, and Jiang He realized that his voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed faintly when he spoke.

Xin Nan heard that Jiang He was coughing, and immediately said: "You have been under too much pressure these days, go back and rest."

Jiang He looked at him apologetically: "Brother Xinnan, thank you so much these days..."

"Okay, thank you for telling me," Xinnan pushed Jiang He towards the door, "If you don't leave, Mr. Fu will come to pick you up again."

When Fu Shanhai was mentioned unexpectedly, Jiang He couldn't help laughing when he thought that Fu Shanhai was always staring nervously at him for not sleeping well these days.

"He's not coming today."

Xin Nan was a little curious: "Is Mr. Fu not coming to pick you up today?"

"Well, Brother Chen Xiang came to pick me up today," Jiang He said, "When I left the house in the morning, Fu Shanhai said that the company had something to do, and he couldn't come for the time being, so let me go back by myself."

Jiang He remembered that when Fu Shanhai said this, he was still full of worries. He took out his mobile phone and checked Weibo to confirm that Jiang He would not see any bad remarks before letting him go out.

……

City C.

In a small apartment.

A young man with blue-green hair dyed sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching TV boredly.

At this time, his phone rang suddenly.

He picked up his cell phone and found out that it was the Economic Man.

"Hey?"

"He Jingyang, where are you?"

He Jingyang was full of impatience: "At home, where else can I be? My mother hasn't notified me for two months. It's not like you don't know. Ask me!"

"Besides, it has nothing to do with you where I am. Aren't we cleared up? You can still control me?"

The economic man on the other end of the phone didn't answer, but hung up the phone directly.

This was the first time that He Jingyang was hung up by his agent. He was taken aback for a moment, annoyed instantly, and threw the phone towards the side of the sofa.

"Oh shit!"

The phone flicked on the sofa, and soon it was quiet again.

He Jingyang's teeth are itchy, now his popularity is declining, he can't receive better announcements, and he can't bear to participate in activities that make quick money, and his income has dropped a lot.

Even his agent, who had always been submissive in front of him, dared to challenge him.

……

At this time, the phone rang again.

He Jingyang thought it was his manager, so he picked it up and scolded: "Fuck, you can't finish!"

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback: "Brother He, what's wrong with you?"

He Jingyang was taken aback when he heard the voice, looked down at the caller, and frowned: "Who asked you to call me, didn't I say, don't contact me in the future?"

"Brother He...it's not that I want to contact you...it's really something..."

He Jingyang was impatient: "What's the matter, just tell me!"

"The song you gave me last time...was it really your original composition?"

When He Jingyang asked this question, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and his hair was a little numb.

"...What do you mean by that?"

He Jingyang sat up straight and asked him warily.

"It's not that I don't believe you, brother..." The man quickly explained, "Yes, yes, people have been asking me these two days, even the person who bought the music called several times."

He Jingyang was silent for a few seconds, and said: "The song is my original, 100% original."

"Okay, okay..." said the man, "That's good."

He Jingyang said again: "Don't contact me again in the future, and I won't answer your calls again, understand?"

"Understood, I understand brother!"

……

The room became quiet, but He Jingyang couldn't sit still.

how did you find him

how is this possible……

He thought about a series of things carefully.

There is surveillance on Zhouxia's studio, but that kind of surveillance can only be kept for fifteen days, and it should be gone by now.

And there is no evidence... no evidence at all.

He Jingyang repeated this sentence several times as if to comfort himself: "Yes, without evidence, no one can find out."

He picked up his phone again and looked through the public opinion on this matter.

But I was surprised to find that...all the bad reviews on the Internet disappeared!

Everyone is actually scolding the person who leaked the trailer, and some people are asking "Snow and You" to produce the earliest evidence that can prove the originality.

……why……

Why!

He spent so much effort to obtain the score, and even tried hard to persuade the three brokerage companies to join forces to attack. He thought it could be fatal with one blow...

Who the hell sabotaged his plan!

……

He Jingyang stared at those comments, his eyes were red with anger.

At this moment, the doorbell of the apartment rang suddenly.

He Jingyang glanced at his watch, slightly surprised.

It was so late, who would come to him?

broker?

He opened the door, and when he saw a few people standing outside the door, his pupils constricted and he froze.

Outside the door, Fu Shanhai looked at him with his usual polite and indifferent smile, and said hello.

"Long time no see. Is it convenient to come to ask you something?"

... It's no longer inconvenient, He Jingyang looked at the two bodyguards standing behind Fu Shanhai, and understood that the visitor was not kind.

Fu Shanhai walked into He Jingyang's house with leisurely steps, looked around and sat on the sofa.

He Jingyang barely calmed down and sat opposite him.

"President Fu, what do you want from me?"

Fu Shanhai said, "Ask you something."

He Jingyang smiled: "You can ask me something."

"Of course," Fu Shanhai said in a cold tone, "Of course I will ask you what you did."

He Jingyang's face paled instantly.

Fu Shanhai said again: "I don't want to say too much, where is your mobile phone?"

He Jingyang was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why Fu Shanhai asked this.

He looked at the mobile phone that he had just placed by the sofa.

At this time, a man who had been standing behind Fu Shanhai suddenly reached out, picked up his mobile phone, turned and went out.

It happened so suddenly that He Jingyang didn't even understand what happened for a moment.

When he reacted, he immediately got up and wanted to chase: "What are you doing!"

Fu Shanhai's voice sounded behind him: "What's the rush?"

He Jingyang paused, turned around and looked at Fu Shanhai angrily: "Fu Shanhai, what do you mean! Do you know that you are invading my privacy!"

Fu Shanhai raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand why he was so anxious: "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, you are so afraid, it seems that you have done a lot of bad things?"

He Jingyang suppressed his anger: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Fu Shanhai crossed his arms and said, "You also went to the interview for "Longevity", right?"

He Jingyang's face was cold: "So?"

"You came into contact with the music score of "Longevity", and...you brought it out, didn't you?"

He Jingyang suddenly discovered that Fu Shanhai used affirmative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

In other words, Fu Shanhai was sure it was him.

……how is this possible!

He Jingyang's eyes widened: "What nonsense are you talking about, how could I..."

"I found it." The person who just took the phone came back and handed He Jingyang's phone to Fu Shanhai.

Fu Shanhai glanced down, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, then he raised his eyelids and looked at He Jingyang quietly.

He Jingyang was in a cold sweat from his eyes.

"...What did you find? What did you do with my phone? I warn you, you want to frame me, it's impossible!"

"Planting you? Planting you for what?" Fu Shanhai's tone was always light, but He Jingyang felt threatened intuitively, "Planting you for secretly photographing the score and taking it out, or planting you for copying the score and selling it to others, or planting you for instructing others Stealing the trailer of "Changshengzhan"?"

Every time Fu Shanhai asked a question, He Jingyang's expression turned ugly.

"You...you are talking nonsense..."

Fu Shanhai raised his head and looked at him: "He Jingyang, do you think that your work is so perfect that no one can find out?"

"I can tell you that your agent has long known about the little tricks you made, but has never been involved."

"The person you gave the song to is as timid as a mouse, and he doesn't tell himself."

"The author of "Snow and You" is even easier to deal with. He just needs a little pressure, and he will say everything."

"As for the staff member who secretly filmed the trailer of "Changshengzhan"...just now, he has been fired."

"There is also the picture you deleted by deception... It only takes 1 minute to restore it."

He Jingyang's eyes widened, and he looked at Fu Shanhai in disbelief.

how come……

Fu Shanhai smiled: "Actually, I don't need to go through you. I just need to compare the score you gave at that time with the earliest score of "Longevity". It's clear at a glance who copied who."

"Alternatively, I can also let the author of "Snow and You" admit plagiarism. There is no need to find evidence, and the matter will be over."

"But I don't want to do this." Fu Shanhai's face turned cold instantly, like some kind of terrifying animal, staring at He Jingyang like a prey, "I want to return Jiang He's 100% innocence, I want you to eat it yourself apologize to him."

"..." He Jingyang took two steps back, his lips trembling palely.

He understood that he had been completely controlled by the other party, and there was no room for struggle at all.

He Jingyang squeezed out a smile desperately, wanting to beg for mercy: "Boss Fu...I'm sorry, I..."

"I don't have the patience to listen to you," Fu Shanhai interrupted him, "Three things, I won't pursue your legal responsibility."

"One, apologize to Jiang He, clarify the whole story of this matter, and apologize publicly in the media."

"Second, don't appear in front of me in the future, let alone let Jiang He see you again."

"Three..." Fu Shanhai looked at He Jingyang, who was already looking ashen, and smiled, "You don't need to do three, I will do it myself."

When He Jingyang heard this, he looked up at him with a bad premonition.

"Aren't you always looking for a new brokerage company? No need to look for it."

Fu Shanhai sneered and said: "From now on, no company will dare to accept you, and you will not receive any notices."

"He Jingyang, remember, if I don't sue you, it doesn't mean that this matter is over."

"In the future, if Jiang He is attacked because of you, I will settle all the debts with you."

……

When He Jingyang heard that Fu Shanhai said that no brokerage company would accept him, he was completely desperate.

After hearing what Fu Shanhai said later, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

Fu Shanhai got up and walked towards the door.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and said, "By the way, I will take your mobile phone away."

"As for your loss..." Fu Shanhai thought for a while, then tilted his head and said, "I don't want to pay, so let it be."

……

After he left, the two bodyguards who followed him also left.

The door was slammed shut with a "bang!"

He Jingyang looked at the door in despair and emptiness, and didn't recover for a long time.

……

The plagiarism of "Longevity" suddenly took a big turn.

He Jingyang publicly apologized on Weibo, saying that he stole the score and sold it, which is why "Snow and You" came about.

This moment caused an uproar. Jiang He's fans were already furious after being scolded for a few days. Now that the culprit has been found, they rushed into his Weibo and scolded him.

He Jingyang's fans who had been defending him all turned their backs, turning around and crazily scolding him for failing them.

The number of fans of He Jingyang dropped almost overnight, leaving only zombie fans.

And under Jiang He's Weibo, there are many fans and passers-by comforting him.

"Hoooooo hug our little Jiang He, you must have been wronged these days."

"Jiang Jiang hasn't spoken for the past few days, she must be very uncomfortable."

"Jiang He! Don't listen to those people talking nonsense, we will always believe in you!"

"Don't cry, Jiang Jiang, I'll buy you milk tea, chicken drumsticks, cheese puffs and mooncakes!"

……

On the third day, Fu Shanhai made sure that all the bad comments disappeared before letting Jiang He look at his phone.

Jiang He looked through the comments on Weibo and was very satisfied.

At this time, when he saw this comment on a bunch of delicacies, he was taken aback for a moment, touched his stomach, and felt a little hungry.

Fu Shanhai was trying to listen to the new version of "Longevity". From the corner of his eyes, he saw Jiang He frowning, and put down his earphones nervously.

"What did you see again?"

Jiang He blinked twice, then suddenly leaned over, and held the phone up to Fu Shanhai's face with anticipation.

"look."

Fu Shanhai glanced at it and smiled: "Look, they have always believed in you."

"..." Seeing that Fu Shanhai didn't find the point, Jiang He tirelessly suggested to him, "Look at the third article, the third article, the one with many praises."

Fu Shanhai looked over suspiciously.

"I'll buy you a small cake with milk tea and chicken legs..."

The more Jiang He listened, the more satisfied he became, his eyes lit up.

After Fu Shanhai finished reading, he frowned: "What are you thinking, didn't I tell you that you can never accept food from fans?"

……

Jiang He smiled.

He blinked twice very rhythmically, with great doubts on his small face.

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