Seeing that he was subdued, Lin Qingge's tone softened a bit.
She said: "Do what you should do, and I will arrange the rest. Remember..."
"But the singing competition has been suspended."
Wen Zheng interrupted.
"This is not something you should worry about," Lin Qingge glared at him, "Remember, you don't know how valuable you are, so please don't be impulsive, and don't think about using this to destroy your reputation and successfully retire.
Circle. I’ll stay here tonight.”
"Then it's up to you."
Wen Zheng replied nonchalantly, got up and left.
"Why are you going?"
"Take a bath together?"
"You dare?"
Lin Qingge's words immediately choked Wen Zheng half to death.
Seeing that Wen Zheng was exhausted, she said, "You don't want to go anywhere tonight, people are arranged outside. After washing, I will come out and ask you something serious."
"good."
Wen Zheng left without looking back.
Half an hour later.
When Wen Zheng came back, he took the initiative and said, "I called them over there and asked, but they thought I was playing tricks on them. Ha, they are lucky."
Lin Qingge ignored this and asked in a deep voice: "Some people say that you have hidden rules for our artists. Is this true?"
"ha?"
Wen Zheng blinked his big innocent eyes, "Who the hell is spreading rumors!"
"What happened to Feng Qin? Why did you invite her to live broadcast with you?"
Facing Lin Qingge's questioning, Wen Zheng looked innocent.
"Isn't that why I want to help her? If there are unspoken rules for this, then I sent ten songs to Zhao Qiuxing today. How can I say this? I am in good health?"
Wen Zheng was struggling to explain.
Lin Qingge was unmoved and frowned: "Last night, an entertainment reporter came to my door with a tape. I was blackmailed for three million! You have to pay for it."
"Damn it! Did you spend money to buy fake news? You don't have any photos, so you don't know what you're saying is unsubstantiated?"
Wen Zheng was speechless.
"This reporter is a well-known paparazzi in the industry and has a very good reputation for breaking news. Do you think it is important for him to break the whistleblower's oral recording and whether there are photos or not?"
"Well……"
Wen Zheng suddenly became speechless. After a moment of silence, he shouted, "It's Zhao Lei, right?"
Lin Qingge nodded slightly.
Wen Zheng suddenly looked solemn.
If the whistleblower is really Zhao Lei, then as long as the dirty water can be poured out, few people will really consider the truth of the matter.
After all, Zhao Lei was a member of Yueyin Records before and had collaborated with him. For someone with this status to throw dirt on him is like a younger brother pointing out his older brother. The weight of his words is quite heavy.
This can explain why Zhao Lei threatened him before.
However, in the final analysis, this kid still doesn't know how to do things, and his luck is a little bit worse.
"Then what are you going to do? The other party won't give up. You can't continue to spend money to press them down. Besides, if they don't come to you anymore, you won't have a chance to spend money to press them down."
As Wen Zheng spoke, he took out a cigarette out of habit, but Lin Qingge glared back.
Lin Qingge looked at Wen Zheng who put away his cigarette angrily, wondering: "There is no good way. Currently, the relationship between the major websites and us is not good, otherwise your previous video at the Imperial Conservatory of Music would have been online long ago.
Fire."
"I heard that the video cannot be uploaded at all, and the review process is not passed. And even in some forums, as long as your name appears in the post, the situation is the same. However, as long as the singer competition is resumed first, even if they splash
Dirty water, the impact is not as big as it is now."
Wen Zheng frowned and thought to himself, how much admiration points would he lose if this continues?
This is all a reflection of his worth. If he continues to be suppressed like this, I am afraid that in the near future, his remuneration for writing songs will drop several levels.
Thinking of this, he asked cautiously: "How about we open a short video website? In this way, we will also have a window for our own external publicity."
Lin Qingge's expression moved slightly when he heard this, but in the end he smiled bitterly.
She said helplessly: "The singer competition has been suspended, and the company is facing compensation for advertising and other expenses. First of all, it is a little difficult in terms of funds."
"Secondly, I don't have the energy to do this recently. As long as the singing competition is restarted, it will be meaningless even if they throw dirty water on you. I have plenty of ways."
"Furthermore, if you want the website to achieve the expected effect, the initial investment must be huge, and there must be a process to achieve results. It is still too slow to attract traffic by yourself, and it is also suspected of consuming your popularity."
Wen Zheng thought for a while and said: "If you can help me, I will take care of this. I will count your share."
Lin Qingge tilted her head and looked at him, raised her eyebrows and asked, "How much money do you have?"
Wen Zheng said awkwardly: "Uh... it's tens of millions, I haven't seen the balance. If it doesn't work, I'll get some advertising or something. If it doesn't work, I'll go make a movie."
Lin Qingge pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "I'll introduce you to someone later, and you can talk to him about the specifics. Just think of finding something for you to do, and you can worry about the website yourself, but there is something going on here at Yueyin Records, so you can't leave it alone."
Come on, after all, you also have shares!"
"I think it will work."
Wen Zheng readily agreed.
The room fell into silence again. The night was long and the atmosphere was deserted and somewhat ambiguous.
Lin Qingge yawned and insisted: "Don't sleep tonight. I'll watch you until dawn and turn on the TV."
Wen Zheng: "..."
The two sat together for a long time.
Wen Zheng suddenly said: "How about I go pick up Wang Sisi now. Will you... go?"
Lin Qingge thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
In fact, sitting there like this was not an option, but if she didn't keep an eye on Wen Zheng, this kid would definitely get into big trouble if he sneaked out, and that would be a mess.
He could obviously have a greater role, but it's such a shame that he ends up here.
The two of them did not choose to go to the airport after going out.
City M is not far from the imperial capital, and it only takes nearly five hours to drive there. Besides, there are no air tickets to City M in the middle of the night.
It was already early the next morning when three wailing vehicles and a van parked in front of the hospital.
Lin Qingge asked the men in black suits to go and rest, while he and Wen Zheng went upstairs.
A brief exchange of pleasantries is always indispensable after meeting.
The wound on Wang Sisi's forehead is painful to see. If it were half an inch lower, it would be the eyeball that was injured.
Lin Qingge always paid attention to Wen Zheng's reaction, and occasionally said a few words of comfort.
This made Li Nan and Wang Sisi confused. The injured Ming Ming was lying on the bed. Why are you trying to comfort Wen Zheng, boss?
The three of them were discussing when to go home, but the people from the program team came again.
Someone from the program team came in to take a look.
Ouch! Wen Zheng is here, and Yueyin’s boss is here in person!
The leader glanced at Wang Sisi and couldn't help but secretly sighed:
This woman who is about to be promoted to a little queen is really amazing. She was injured and her boss came to visit her in person!
I don’t know if it’s because Wang Sisi is too proud or because Wen Zheng is too proud. Anyway, when we talk about compensation later, I have to pay attention to my attitude.
Don't talk too much, let's talk about everything.
Wen Zheng declined the show team's dinner and took Wang Sisi and others on their way home again.
It was already evening when I got home safely.
Lin Qingge looked at the time, told Wen Zheng a few more words, and then left.
As for the bodyguards in the three Aodi vehicles, they also followed Lin Qingge and left after Wen Zheng repeatedly refused.
Anyway, the security in the community is pretty good, and Wen Zheng himself is not afraid, so there is no need to keep him.
Wen Zheng was actually quite worried about his physical parents. If the Japanese people still had no bottom line, then he might really have to buy a ticket to Japan.
When such a bottom line is touched, Wen Zheng's principle is to kill him no matter how far away he is, but do it first and then talk about it!
Of course, when it comes to Wang Sisi, Boss Lin is really a thief, leaving him with nowhere to use his power.
After he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he realized that it was indeed a bad thing for an ordinary man to be angry. Killing the Japanese leader would treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. This matter should be considered in the long run.
The other party will definitely take revenge on him, but he doesn't know when or what means he will use.