Section 56
"Huan Yang Music..." Zhong Yang also read out these four words, "Hey? Brother Qing Zhuo's studio is next to Huan Yang?"
"Let's go," the driver came around quickly, "I'll take you upstairs."
Jiang Ji didn't move and looked at him: "Is this Qin Qingzhuo's studio?"
"Mr. Qin said you would ask that, and you really asked that," the driver laughed. "That's indeed not the case, but he asked you not to worry about it and go up and take a look first."
"Is he up there?"
"You'll know when you get up there."
The driver spoke in the same style as Qin Qingzhuo. Jiang Ji guessed that Qin Qingzhuo taught him to say that.
"That's right, let's go and take a look first." Zhong Yang lowered his voice and approached Jiang Ji, "This is Huan Yang."
Jiang Ji said nothing more and followed the driver as he approached the Huanyang Building.
The driver was walking in front and making a phone call, probably saying something like he had brought the person there. Zhong Yang was whispering gossip on the side, saying that Huan Yang was the largest record company in mainland China and had released many classic records since the 1990s. Almost all of the current superstars in mainland China came from Huan Yang.
"Do you know who Huan Yang was promoting last time?" Zhong Yang kept it a secret.
"Brother Qingzhuo?" Peng Keshi guessed cooperatively.
"That's right," Zhong Yang snapped his fingers. "Brother Qing Zhuo was definitely the top singer in Huan Yang at that time. His momentum was no different from that of a superstar singer. Unfortunately, he suddenly had a car accident at the peak of his career. It was said that he smoked too much and ruined his voice..."
Zhong Yang deliberately lowered his voice when he said the second half of the sentence, probably because he was afraid that Qin Qingzhuo's driver would hear him. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Jiang Ji glanced at him sideways: "You know everything again?"
There was an obvious warning in the tone. Zhong Yang curled his lips and muttered quietly: "That's how it is..."
Several people took the elevator to the eighth floor and walked to the door of an office with the words "Cai Heng" written on it. The driver knocked on the door and a voice "Come in" came from inside.
The driver leaned forward and said, "Mr. Cai, I've brought the person here."
The person inside the door responded, and the driver turned around and said to the three people, "Come in, I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
Jiang Ji pushed open the door and saw a man in his thirties in a suit sitting behind the desk. Apart from him, there was no one else in the room.
"Here?" Cai Heng put away the documents in his hand and saw Jiang Ji's eyes sweeping in other directions in the office. As if he had guessed what he was thinking, he smiled and said, "Qing Zhuo is not here."
"But I just talked to him on the phone," Cai Heng stood up and walked around the desk towards the three people, "We made a bet."
Jiang Ji looked at him: "What are you betting on?"
"I'll bet on whether you'll give him face and stay to talk to me." Cai Heng picked up his phone and clicked on a voice message - "How about this, if he really wants to leave, I can help your artist make an album for free, right?"
It was Qin Qingzhuo's voice, with a familiar tone mixed with a hint of smile.
In fact, Jiang Ji had no intention of just leaving. After all, it was Qin Qingzhuo who was pulling the strings. If he just left, wouldn't that mean he would offend Qin Qingzhuo? He still understood the ways of the world.