Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

But Qi Yunlin's anger had obviously reached a critical point.

No one responded to his words.

He looked coldly at the dozen or so middle-level cadres who were working there.

asked.

"Where is the marketing manager?"

half an hour.

A woman in her thirties wearing black-framed glasses responded tremblingly.

"I…"

Before she could finish.

Qi Yunlin turned around and shook the tip of his pen at the secretary.

"Let her go home."

“The company doesn’t need this kind of waste.”

Done.

He stood up and put his hands on the table.

Ignoring the woman crying on the table.

He said to the others present:

"Everyone, please write me a plan when you get back."

"Tell me your opinions on the company's next sales plan."

"The meeting is dismissed!"

……

moment.

Office of the Chairman.

Qi Yunlin put his hands behind his back, looked at the cloudy sky outside the window, and asked in a low voice.

"What did the statement that was sent out say?"

Hear the words.

Li Shilei, who was sitting on the sofa, pushed his glasses.

"Six newspapers and media have already published the content."

"Among them, there are three in Haicheng, two in Linjiang, and one in Dongshan."

...

"What about the entertainment company?"

...

"Time is too urgent."

“There is no news yet.”

Time is too tight?

Qi Yunlin knows the nature of these entertainment companies very well.

They will never show too much enthusiasm until relatively substantial benefits emerge.

to this end.

Qi Yunlin, who was filled with depression, couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Then he turned around, his eyes gloomy and said:

"You said that we should give up some interests."

"Can you pin that woman to death?"

.........

at the same time.

In a villa in Ningzhou.

Miss Qian from Tianyu Entertainment was also angry.

The only difference was that the person she sent it to was a pile of newspapers spread out on the table.

"Can these tabloid editors just die?"

"What the hell is this?!"

"[The Fall of Time Music]?"

"What the hell does he know about music?"

"and this."

“What is [the sadness of art]?”

"Does this writer for the Haicheng Music Newspaper know what art is?"

"Oh my god, I'm so pissed off!"

In contrast, Qian Qiao was furious.

Du Qi, who was standing aside, was much more relaxed.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating melon seeds.

Holding a newspaper in one hand, he read with interest:

“[When music has no bottom line and becomes a tool for sensationalism, what kind of artistic influence will the Chinese people of the new era receive]…”

“[Tongue-twister-like singing style, lyrics without any depth, on the collapse of the aesthetic taste of contemporary young people]…”

“[What is music, what is…]”

...

"It's your mother!"

“Ah!!! Stop reading!!!”

Qian Qiao screamed angrily.

Then he snatched the newspaper from Du Qi's hand.

Tearing it apart on the spot.

Once, twice, three times, four... four... it's really impossible to move Qian Qiao four times.

Just throw the scraps of paper in your hand onto the table.

There was a crash.

Pieces of paper flew everywhere.

Fortunately, Du Qi brought the plate of melon seeds to the side in time.

Otherwise this will go down.

All her melon seeds were ruined.

then.

Wait for most of the confetti to fall.

Qian Qiao suddenly lay down on the sofa beside him in dejection.

"Qiqi."

"I'm so angry, what should I do?"

...

“…Then…call and warn them?” Du Qi made a tentative suggestion.

"Good idea!" Qian Qiao heard this.

Suddenly sat up.

He looked at Du Qi with sharp eyes.

"Help me find the phone."

"I'll go fight!"

In this regard.

Du Qi just turned away.

"Don't."

"Let my sister know that I used company resources privately to do this."

"I guess I'll get a good beating."

Qian Qiao was unhappy with what was said.

He said angrily:

"We've been classmates for more than ten years!"

"You won't even help me with this!"

In this regard.

Du Qi just shrugged.

“This is not a matter of helping or not helping.”

"You know the specific reasons."

Hear the words.

Qian Qiao rolled back and forth on the sofa angrily.

But as it rolled, it rolled to Du Qi's side.

He suddenly raised his head.

Blinking a pair of pretty big eyes.

"Honey."

"It's okay if you don't help me find the number."

"Then you have to tell me where 'Jiang Jiang' is now..."

...

"impossible."

Du Qi refused straightforwardly.

The kind that leaves no room for maneuver.

"I'll help you find out the private phone numbers of those editors. If you get caught, at most my sister will beat you up."

"If I tell you the information about 'Jiang Jiang'."

"My sister can tear me apart alive."

Upon hearing this.

Qian Qiao puffed out his lips.

"Being abused by so many unscrupulous newspapers."

"'Ginger' must be feeling really sad right now."

"I just want to hug her and comfort her, what's wrong?"

Done.