Three days later, Ji Qinyang saw Biscuit's so-called uncle Li Fanghe in his evacuated studio. The other party saw that he was still polite and said a few polite words before entering the topic.
"There is no future for the development of domestic bands now." Li Fanghe lit a cigarette for himself and was rejected when he handed it to Ji Qinyang. If you are willing, you can also write songs for him... Isn't there a word, what is it called, a gold medal producer?"
Ji Qinyang's expression was indifferent, he listened to the other party's rhetoric for a long time, and then slowly said: "My style, Qian Mo, can't be fully controlled, I have no opinion on his solo flight, but the negotiation that should have been done before is done well, The five-year contract is still a few months away, does he have to give me an explanation?"
Biscuit's uncle smiled: "Contract? What contract?"
Ji Qinyang was stunned for a while, he frowned slightly, and then he realized that something was wrong: "What do you mean."
Li Fanghe was full of smiles. He took out two texts from the drawer. One was the contract Ji Qinyang signed with the band five years ago, and the other was a relatively new contract that Ji Qinyang had never seen before. .
"To be honest, our company's benefits are not very good." Li Fanghe pressed the cigarette butt on the table: "It's really beyond my expectations that you young people can make such a big deal... Senmao, you know? "
Ji Qinyang's heart slowly cooled down. Senmao, one of the largest entertainment companies in Beijing, reported that the game he reported to the band was owned by Senmao.
Li Fanghe said: "It's a coincidence that they fell in love with your band as soon as they bought our company, but unfortunately you didn't sign a contract with us at the time, so it's not easy to buy you out. As for Qian Mo, he's also old. Big, but smart and sensible." He threw the relatively new contract in front of Ji Qinyang: "Skip us and directly sign a buyout agreement with Senmao, it's really better, isn't it?"
Senmao's contract has more than 50 pages in total. Among them, Qian Mo directly represents the band in his own name, and Ji Qinyang is directly classified as a behind-the-scenes producer. Senmao has a good conscience and is not harsh on the treatment of behind-the-scenes producers. , so Qian Mo dared to sign it directly, but he didn't know that he would hear Tao and the others.
It's just that he didn't expect that after five years, Wen Tao is now completely centered on Ji Qinyang, and he didn't even hesitate to turn his back on him.
"Senmao didn't know that those songs were all yours. Although your original contract stated the points, it was released in the name of the band. Qian Mo himself graduated from Central Music, so his level would not be much worse. "Li Fanghe shook out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, and said lightly: "The insiders don't care, let alone those supporters of your band, reshuffle the cards and start a gun battle, who would know that there is such a person as you. people?"
Ji Qinyang held the contract and did not speak, Li Fanghe glanced at him, and said with a pity: "Based on your external conditions, it is really a pity to be behind the scenes, this time the lead singer flew away, and Sen Mao didn't think about you during the game. on top."
Ji Qinyang's eyes moved to the other's face, and he said coldly, "Tell me, what else do you have to do?"
"Smart people, really smart people." Li Fanghe clapped his hands with a cigarette in his mouth: "Senmao means I hope you can be obedient behind the scenes, you still have money, you have to sing to them, if you don't obey..." He took it from his hand. She took out an envelope and shook it open. Inside were photos of Wen Tao drinking and taking drugs.
Ji Qinyang glanced indifferently and smiled indifferently: "Since it's all torn apart, do you think I will care about the people in the band?"
Li Fanghe clicked his tongue: "Don't worry, you can ignore them, what about this one?"
Ji Qinyang looked at the other party and took out the photos of Xie Meng from below. Many of them were intimate group photos of them at home. Ji Qinyang didn't know how long ago those people began to stare at them. The most recent one was Xie Meng three days ago. Kissing him goodbye downstairs at home.
"I remember your job in a bank, right? He just got promoted recently?" Li Fanghe picked up a photo and looked at it carefully for a while: "It's not easy, it's only 4 years after graduation? , it will take a lot of hard work, I don’t know if these photos are stabbed…”
Before he could finish speaking, Ji Qinyang suddenly stretched out his hand, he grabbed the other's collar and pressed the man's head on the table, freeing up one hand to stuff the photos into the other's mouth, Li Fanghe said in pain. He couldn't say anything, he only knew sobbing and struggling, Ji Qinyang held his neck expressionlessly, forcing him to swallow all the photos into his mouth.
"You can do whatever you want with me." Ji Qinyang patted Li Fanghe's face, the other's mouth was full of blood, and the words of begging for mercy were vague.
Ji Qinyang sneered: "If something happens to Xie Meng, I don't know what I will do, understand?"
Li Fanghe nodded quickly.
Ji Qinyang didn't let him go: "Where is the backup?"
Li Fanghe shivered and took out a USB flash drive from his pocket.
When Ji Qinyang took it in his hand, he twisted Li Fanghe's arm and slammed the man again. Li Fanghe screamed in fright: "No more! That's all! Really no more! No more!!"
Ji Qinyang didn't say a word, his expression was cold and hard, he supported Li Fanghe's back, and he pushed it without much effort, only to hear a "click", and the opponent's entire arm was removed.
The dislocated person was almost at a loss for words. Li Fanghe rolled his eyes and could only make a single sound like ah. Ji Qinyang let go of him and patted the corner of his clothes. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of Li Fanghe. The cigarette that was not finished before was lit again and stuffed into the man's mouth.
Li Fanghe slowly calmed down, his lips moved, and he said weakly: "Can, can you... connect my arm, connect..."
"I've asked a few questions." Ji Qinyang looked at him condescendingly from his chair: "Who is going to stare at Xie Meng?"
Li Fanghe: "Qian, the person Qian Mo is looking for."
Ji Qinyang nodded without emotion: "Where's our studio?"
"Senmao has dealt with it." Li Fanghe swallowed: "They sent people to take everything to the headquarters... I really only know this. They asked me to wait here to talk to you, and I will come."
Ji Qinyang stood up, and Li Fanghe shrank to hide. It was not until Ji Qinyang connected his broken arm that he realized that the other party really let him go this time.
"You, are you going to Senmao?" Li Fanghe propped himself on the ground, and he dared to persuade: "Don't go and cause trouble... Beijing is so big, you can't fight them at all."
Ji Qinyang opened the door, turned his face to the side and said calmly, "I forgot something important there, and now I'm going to get it back."
Qian Mo was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of Senmao. He was holding Ji Qinyang's headphones. Because he had been preparing the music for the competition, the opponent spent almost a long time eating and sleeping in the studio, discussing the competition style with Wen Tao. and content, nothing was taken away until something happened.
Senmao's second boss, Mo Genyu, hung up the phone and walked to his side: "What? Can't bear it?"
Qian Mo squinted at him.
Mo Genyu frivolously touched the other's face: "He's here, do you want to meet?"
Qian Mo impatiently blocked his hand: "You said that he almost maimed Li Fanghe, do you think I will meet again?"
"It's all said that bitches are unrighteous, and actors are ruthless." Mo Genyu laughed, "It seems to make some sense."
Qian Mo didn't bother to talk to him any more, and put the earphones into the other party's hands: "He must be here for this, just help me return it to him."
Mo Genyu spread out his hands, and in the end he just made an "obey" expression.
When Ji Qinyang arrived at Senmao, he was not hindered or embarrassed, and Mo Genyu personally received him.
As a famous second-generation ancestor in the capital, Mo Genyu always felt that his primary goal in life was to play with all the handsome men and beauties in the world, so when he saw Ji Qinyang at first glance, his heart swayed, but when he thought about it again The way the other party dealt with Li Fanghe, his swaying heart turned into a thrilling...
"Actually, that contract is very preferential for the behind-the-scenes production." Mo Genyu felt that she was a talented person: "There is absolutely no need for you to get into such an embarrassing state with us now. If you become famous in the future, the company can also package it. you… "
Ji Qinyang looked at the other party with a smile but not a smile. He was filling out the contract to terminate the contract. After reading it, he signed it directly. Because there was no local tyrant enough to write a check, Ji Qinyang took out the card and handed it to the secretary for her. Take the pos machine to brush the default fee.
This wasn't a small sum of money. Mo Genyu's words of persuasion suddenly couldn't go on, and it was as if someone had slapped her face twice.
"My sense of identity is not suitable for being an artist." Ji Qinyang took the card back, his expression flat: "As for making wedding dresses for others, I have no interest."
Instead, Mo Genyu laughed angrily, "You have a lot of guts."
Ji Qinyang didn't refute, he asked another question: "One of those things in the studio before is my earphone, I can take it back."
"It's up to you." Mo Gen Yupi pointed out the window without smiling, "But the useless junk is thrown in the recycling yard at the back, I don't know which one is yours, or you Looking for it?"
Behind Senmao is a large waste square, which is filled with discarded musical instruments, scrap music, computer cases, cobwebs and dust everywhere in the main building, which are almost four or five meters tall.
Ji Qinyang looked up for a while, he took off his shirt and jacket and tied it around his waist, wearing only a vest, then bent down and carefully pulled through the pile of junk.
Many people passing by stopped to look at him.
Ji Qinyang didn't notice, his hands were full of dust, and under the scorching sun, he rummaged again and again.
Qian Mo couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this scene upstairs. He grabbed Mo Genyu's secretary and said anxiously, "What is Ji Qinyang looking for?"
The secretary hesitated for a while before he couldn't bear to say: "Mr. Mo said he threw his earphones there... let him find it himself."
Qian Mo: "Where are the headphones now?!"
The secretary thought for a while: "It seems to be by Mr. Mo's side, should he be taken to the car?"
Qian Mo frowned, he looked at the square again, Ji Qinyang searched for more than an hour before stopping, the other party was sitting on a large case, his head and face were dirty, and his expression was exhausted.
Qian Mo pursed his lips, he didn't dare to go over, he could only take out his mobile phone and send a text message to Biscuit.
Xie Meng was in a bank meeting when he received the call from Biscuit. He came out of the conference room and put the phone to his ear and said "hello".
"Xie, thank you brother Meng." Biscuit was very nervous: "I'm sorry to bother you... Can you come out?"
Xie Meng frowned: "What's wrong?"
Biscuit's voice was crying: "One, Yimei has drunk too much... Can you come and pick him up?"