After Wen Zheng told the whole story, Zhao Qiuxing's thick eyebrows no longer relaxed.
"Listening to what you said, I think Zhao Lei's termination of the contract may have a lot to do with you. Of course, I don't mean to blame you. Maybe... we should prepare in advance, but... as far as I know, since yesterday,
At the beginning, that group of people restricted your traffic again, especially for short videos."
Zhao Qiuxing sighed.
Wen Zheng thought for a while and said, "Forget it. If there is anything wrong, it's just a gift. Fortunately, the transfer I gave him went through the company's finance and tax was paid. The evidence can be checked. There's nothing to say about it. Others...
I really can’t imagine what could happen.”
"As for the current limit, it doesn't matter."
Zhao Qiuxing waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter. Don't worry, we have been fighting for this right to speak. It's just that we are still carrying the pig's head and can't find the temple gate, but it will get better."
These were purely self-comforting words, and he didn't even know how to say them.
Fortunately, Wen Zheng obviously didn't care.
He suddenly thought: "Instead of relying on others to have a say in publicity, why don't we build a short video website ourselves?"
Zhao Qiuxing glanced at him, pinched his cigarette butt and smiled bitterly: "The company already has live broadcasts and music platforms. It is not practical to open a new website for the time being."
"Why is it unrealistic? This is a window for external publicity!"
"It is a promotional tool, but a website also needs to consider operating costs. Music and live broadcast platforms can use your influence to achieve short-term profits, but what about short video platforms? It is difficult for one person to support this thing. At present,
The profit cycle is too long and is not in line with the company’s current situation.”
After Zhao Qiuxing finished explaining, he suddenly said: "How about you discuss it with the boss?"
"Didn't you say no?"
"Anyway, you can make money. To put it bluntly, the company currently relies on you to make indirect profits. What if she agrees?"
"I can't even contact her, so let's forget it."
Wen Zheng was a little helpless, "Zhao Lei... I think except for catching Yao Guangxiao's father, he shouldn't be able to bring any dirty water, and I don't have any clues for him to take advantage of. I'll give Lin Qi a call when I have time.
Call me and ask about the situation, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Zhao Qiu nodded and said: "That's fine. Just leave these ten songs to me. The money for purchasing the songs will remain the same. In the end, the copyright of the songs will still belong to you. We only get the singing and dissemination rights. I will ask someone to give them to you later.
The contract is sent to you."
The price of two million for a song may not seem high, but it is actually quite good.
After all, if he wants to sing those two advertising songs, he still has to pay royalties, which is why the prices are sky-high.
Wen Zheng was also very satisfied with this.
Anyway, this way, I have more than 20 million in my pocket.
Wen Zheng said goodbye to Zhao Qiuxing. As soon as he returned to the office, Li Nan's call came.
"Wang Sisi is injured!"
When Wen Zheng heard this, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Are the Japanese going to take action?
Li Nan went on to explain: "This time we were filming a reality show called 'Run, Boy'. When we were recording the show outdoors, a few drunk men suddenly appeared and started fighting with the security guards."
Si Mingming was standing very far away, and he was still in a crowd of people, but he was hit by a wine bottle. He just came to the hospital and had eight stitches on his eyebrow!"
"Send me your address!"
Wen Zheng didn't ask any more questions, just asked for the address.
He must get there quickly!
This is definitely not a simple accident. If it is, it is just a coincidence!
Why was it Wang Sisi who was injured, and why was a wine bottle hit right on the eyebrow?
To a large extent, this may be the warning given to him by the Japanese!
Wen Zheng had just walked out of the company when the phone in his pocket rang again.
He didn't note the number, but he was familiar with it.
"Hello, Mr. Wen, I am Kameda Shushang, haha..."
Wen Zheng had no time to laugh at this weird name and only asked in a cold tone: "Still still not giving up?"
The leader of the Japanese team chuckled and said: "No, no, no, the initiative is yours now, how dare I not give up. I just called you to remind you that I will return to my country tomorrow morning."
He paused deliberately and found that Wen Zheng had not hung up the phone and had no intention of speaking.
So he reminded: "If you have figured it out, please give me a call. Note, I have a flight at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." After that, he hung up the phone directly.
Wen Zheng was stunned on the spot and almost crushed his phone.
He is now 100% sure that Wang Sisi's injury was arranged by the Japanese!
It's a pity that this bitch is leaving!
I only have one night, so should I go to Wang Sisi's place, or stay and take action in advance?
If she went, there would be no doubt that Wang Sisi would be a little safer, but the Little Days player who was secretly wreaking havoc ran away.
If he doesn't go, he will have to take action tonight in advance, not only to eliminate harm for the people, but also to retreat behind the scenes and start a retirement life with peace of mind. Boss Lin can't force him anymore.
But what should Wang Sisi do? If the other party jumps over the wall in a hurry, he has absolutely nothing to do.
To go or not to go, that is the question.
Wen was sitting in the car, smoking irritably, with cigarette butts scattered on the floor under the car window.
"Who is this? Why are you throwing cigarette butts everywhere! Do you have any qualities?"
Wen Zheng left after hearing the reputation.
He saw Lin Qingge walking towards him with a smile.
Wen Zheng asked: "Damn! Why didn't you answer my phone call? You didn't even reply when I sent a message!"
Lin Qingge waved her hand behind her, signaling the driver who brought her to go upstairs first. After that, she opened the door of the van and sat on the passenger seat.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Zheng stared at her blankly.
Lin Qingge smiled and said: "Your inner teacher is online, tell me what's going on?"
Wen Zheng remained silent while Lin Qingge waited patiently.
A minute later, the cigarette butt fell to the ground.
Wen Zheng asked: "Do you have anyone reliable in City M? Wang Sisi is in the hospital over there. If it is convenient, can you send someone to take care of her for one night?"
"Reliable person? Babysitter for one night?"
Lin Qingge looked at him, "This nurse of yours doesn't mean ordinary nursing, right? What's wrong with her?"
"I had an accident while participating in a variety show, but I can't get over it now," Wen Zheng sighed, "It's really not an ordinary caregiver. I've been in trouble recently, so..."
Lin Qingge rubbed the center of his brows and sighed: "You are famous for your reputation, but you have a lot to do. No wonder you always want to be a piece of dirt."
Wen Zheng: "..."
"I'll make a call now and ask."
As Lin Qingge said that, he took out his cell phone and started dialing. After a while, he spotted a number and dialed it.
A few minutes later.
"Done!"
Lin Qingge put away the phone and looked at Wen Zheng, "A security company answered the call, and they offered three people for one hundred thousand yuan a day, which is pretty good."
"I'll tell you the address and the money will be deducted from my salary."
Wen Zheng took out his mobile phone as he spoke.
Lin Qingge waved his hand and said: "There is no need for the address. They know where it is. Just tell Li Nan. As for the money... forget it, just treat it as the benefits I give to my employees. You haven't said what trouble you have caused, and you have caused it again.
Is he a big brother in society?"
Wen Zheng hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Absolutely. I'm solving this matter."
Hearing this, Lin Qingge didn't bother to look at him anymore, and said in a deep voice: "I came here to find you. It seems that you are free now, right?"
Wen Zheng nodded.
Lin Qingge opened the door and got out of the car.
She took a few steps back and stood still, showing a polite smile and waving her hands: "Goodbye. Come to me when you're done. I have something to ask you."
"Thank you!"
Wen Zheng started the van and slowly left the parking lot.
Lin Qingge watched him go away, and at some point, her driver appeared behind her.
"There's something wrong with this guy."
Lin Qingge heard the sound and looked at his driver with a puzzled expression.
The driver said solemnly: "He has murderous intent in his eyes."