Snapped.
Several documents fell carelessly on the desk, and Jin Yi slumped into the boss's chair, letting out an extremely tired sigh from his throat.
Qin Jue returned to the crew safely, but Jing Xinghe was still bitten by that shabby association. Jin Yi tried his best to only pry away two or three of its members, and successfully gave money to him, while the others were left alone. If he doesn't, he will go to court and ask Jing Xinghe to publicly apologize on his V blog.
The leading organizer was even more outrageous. He was a young lawyer who came from nowhere. He had a strong sense of justice and a very "shaky" personality. Jin Yi personally asked him to meet, and all the coercion and inducement were useless. He was really so arrogant. In the end, Jin Yi even tried to tell the truth but could not get the other party to give up the idea of a class action lawsuit. He was so angry that his blood pressure shot up.
However, after all this trouble, Jin Yi's suspicion that "others besides Qin Jue were involved" has greatly increased. After all, in the eyes of the outside world, everything said by the "Jingxinghe Public Apology Association" is true. If the association was really arranged by Qin Jue, just two serious falsehoods would be enough to blacken Jingxinghe. Turn over, no matter whether it is clarified or not in the future, Jingxing River will definitely stink.
...Though it’s not going anywhere now.
Jin Yi's face is full of vicissitudes of life.
He picked up his phone and looked at the news. Although Jing Xinghe was involved in a legal dispute, he was still not cool. There were still variety show announcements that he had signed before today. This guy was beaten for his honesty by Qin Juekong. He is now keeping his tail between his legs. He obediently obeys Jin Yi's instructions and keeps a low profile to avoid the limelight. He takes the initiative to report trivial matters to his agent on Feixun. Such behavior can be said to be Jin Yi's best so far. The only comfort.
After confirming that there were no new tricks, Jin Yi continued to check the information. He had to find out which opponent took advantage of Qin Jue's power to mess with Jing Xinghe.
As a well-known manager of Canhua Entertainment, Jin Yi has many artists under his management. Putting aside those potential stocks that have not yet grown up, he looks after three second-tier stars, two male and one female. Jing Xinghe was the best among them and was the most valued. Jin Yi didn't want to give up such a money tree.
Thanks to those true fans who are crazy about spending money for Jing Xinghe, Jin Yi feels that now is also a good time to abuse fans and make money.
Jin Yi was so busy looking at survey data, searching for public opinions on V-blogs, and exchanging information on the phone that he was so busy that someone called the office at this moment and said that there was an anonymous courier for him downstairs, with the note "You'd better Take it apart as soon as possible." Although the items were delivered by Qinyi Logistics and were guaranteed to be non-dangerous items, the postscript was too threatening. The front desk was undecided and asked Jin Yi if he wanted to sign for it.
Jin Yi smacked his lips in annoyance: "Sign! Leave it there after signing."
There are always idiot fans who are free enough to send disgusting things to their agents. From their perspective, their brother is always the most perfect. If there is a flaw, he must be an idiot for the agent and the company, so they often turn their love for their brother into a response. The hatred takes action again. Jin Yi had encountered a similar situation before and didn't take it seriously. He just gave a hasty instruction and hung up the phone.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the same phone call came again. This time it was two express packages with the same remarks, as if they were from the same person.
Jin Yi cursed and said impatiently: "Sign, sign, sign!"
Another half hour later, the landline phone in the office rang for the third time. This time the number doubled. Four express messages with exactly the same notes and identical looks were waiting for Jin Yi.
"Oh shit!"
Jin Yi cursed angrily, knowing that a fan with cerebral palsy was secretly squatting at the entrance of the company, insisting that he watch, so he asked the front desk to bring the express delivery.
Soon such a pile of objects was placed on Jin Yi's table. Jin Yi was irritated and opened one of them casually with the idea of tearing it apart to vent his anger.
There are only two pieces of paper in the cardboard.
Jin Yi glanced at it angrily. At this glance, the fragments of content he saw immediately made him freeze in place and break out in cold sweat.
Printed on the paper were pictures of him and the model entering and exiting the hotel room, their obscene chat records and photos of their private rooms.
There is also text below. It is an extremely exaggerated but very popular marketing account-style breaking news article. It roughly describes how dirty the agent Jin Yi is in private. Not only is he suffering from sexually transmitted diseases, but he also frequently takes Jing Xinghe into vulgar places. In the venue, the two played many tricks. It was trivial for many people to gather together. They even collaborated to have sex with minors. The circumstances were quite serious.
Jin Yi was suffocated. Damn it, this is all a lie! Jingxing River is so rubbish, they only play games all day long!
Otherwise, Jin Yi wouldn't be able to take care of an artist like Jing Xinghe. Impotence is better than promiscuity, right? !
However, anger is anger, and Jin Yi understands what the sender wants to convey:
I have evidence of your messing up, and I also have the words to dirty you up. When the news comes out, everyone will know that your manager, Jin Yi, and the artists under you are not clean.
The threat was obvious, but Jin Yi searched for a long time and couldn't find any information. It was unclear whether he was paying for the seal or doing things for others. The panic of leaked private photos and the fear of the unknown were like two hands clasping together at the same time. his throat.
Jin Yi began to eagerly open other couriers, and the more he opened them, the more frustrated he became. He originally thought that the contents of these couriers were the same, but he did not expect that the "gold content" of the documents also increased with the number of couriers. By the time he finished opening all seven express packages, more than half of his private stories had already been printed on paper. Counting the inflammatory and rumor-mongering text accompanying the pictures, Jin Yi didn't have to think about what would happen if it were made public. s consequence.
There is a lot of evidence here that he tried his best to grab resources for personal gain. Not to mention making it public, even if it was sent to the enemy, it would be enough for him to eat a pot.
If express delivery can be sent to him, it can also be sent to others.
But after all the express delivery was opened, Jin Yi still couldn't find any contact information, and couldn't guess the sender's intention at all.
The phone rang again, exactly half an hour later.
Jin Yi jumped up like a frightened dog and rushed to the phone: "Express delivery?! Who sent it! Who is it!"
The person on the other end of the call was startled by him and timidly said: "Teacher Jin Yi, this is an anonymous courier..."
"Leave the courier there!"
"...Teacher Jin Yi, the courier is delivered by a drone..."
I c——
Jin Yi could barely catch his breath and said in a panic: "Sign it, sign it, and then send it over quickly."
A few minutes later, the girl at the front desk came up with eight express parcels.
After Jin Yi opened these eight express packages, people went crazy.
Who is that person on the other side? ! All his privacy and scandalous history have been dug up!
"Who are you and what do you want to do..."
Jin Yi couldn't help but mutter. He put all the documents he had taken out into a pile and held them in his hands with a guilty conscience. Time seemed to be a death curse. He was afraid that in half an hour, sixteen express packages with different pictures and articles from different marketing accounts would come to him.
Facts have proved that Jin Yi’s prediction was right.
When he hurried downstairs, the girl at the front desk looked at him with something wrong, but he didn't care about it. He quickly signed for the sixteen express packages in person, and then took them back to his office as if running away.
There are no new photos in the first eight letters, only lace soft articles with changing patterns but heart-breaking words.
Half of the last eight letters had almost realistic eyes drawn on them, and the other half used A4 paper to make puzzles. After Jin Yi finished the puzzle with trembling eyes, he realized that it was a multiple-choice question about pictures.
The most common and childish kind of picture multiple choice question.
The title is only: [I choose (?)]
At the bottom is a row of large portraits, starting from Jingxinghe, with the artists currently in charge of Jin Yi printed all over, with a letter marked under each face.
What's the meaning? What's the meaning?
Sweat dripped down Jin Yi's forehead, and his few sanity barely worked under the extreme tension—could it be that he was not his opponent, but one of his own? !
Which of the artists he led had a backing, forcing him to give up Jingxing River and use resources to support others? !
Who is so scary!
...And you can tell me directly!
Jin Yi's hand holding the pen couldn't stop shaking. How should he choose? Who to choose? Single choice or multiple choice?
He frantically searched for memories in his mind, trying desperately to deduce from clues which of his artists had details that proved he or she had a strong background. However, the brainstorming did not help Jin Yi make a decision quickly. Half an hour passed before he knew it, and the sweet ringtone of the landline was as terrifying as chasing a ghost, scaring him out of his wits.
Thirty-two express parcels.
Sixteen eyes, sixteen pieces of the puzzle, it's still the same picture multiple-choice question.
Jin Yi's lips trembled and his eyes were bloodshot. In just a few hours, he was tortured until he was only one step away from a mental breakdown.
The unknown is too scary. He has to guess the sender's intentions, and always pay attention to whether the outside world has any revelations about him. He also has to think about what he can do to avert this sudden disaster. His energy is already on the verge of being so nervous. Withered, the eyebrows are swollen and painful.
Half an hour, only half an hour.
Next time it's...sixty-four!
Jin Yi, who was completely passive, almost wanted to scream hysterically in the office. While looking at the multiple-choice questions and the faces marked with letters such as ABCD and so on, he stared at the clock on the desktop at all times, every time he moved. My heart trembles as soon as I feel it.
Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed.
Seeing that half an hour was coming, Jin Yi collapsed completely and drew an X on Jing Xinghe's face with an oil-based pen.
he does not know! ! He doesn't know! ! !
He has no idea who to choose now or which ones to choose, but he must not choose Jing Xinghe anyway, right? Is that so? !
The two strokes even scratched the paper as they were drawn. Jin Yi collapsed on the boss's chair, staring at the clock and glancing at the phone out of the corner of his eye.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Half an hour is up.
The office is quiet.
Jin Yi almost grabbed the receiver out of reflex, but paused in the air with his hand halfway out. He waited and waited with disbelief and hope.
The bell didn't ring again.
It seemed like everything was over.
Jin Yi trembled, carefully moved the phone towards him, and checked at the front desk to see if there was still courier delivery.
He got a negative answer.
"...Oh, okay."
Jin Yi responded numbly, his voice rough.
He put down the receiver and remained dazed for two minutes before finally lying down on the table and breathing heavily amidst his violent heartbeat.
The knot...is over.
It's really over.
It turns out that "abandon Jingxing River" is the correct answer.
There was a "buzzing" sound, and Jin Yi, who was already frightened, trembled violently, and almost reached for the landline phone again, but then he realized that it was the phone vibrating.
When he opened it, he saw that it was Jing Xinghe who had made the announcement, and his tone of report was very sweet.
Jingxing River.
Jingxing River.
These three words and Jing Xinghe's face suddenly appeared in front of Jin Yi's eyes, transforming into a vast ocean of express delivery, paper full of scandals and marketing articles, and eyes.
He shouted "Ah!" and almost roared and sent a voice message: "Don't come to me!!!"
Jing Xinghe on the opposite side seemed to be too frightened to understand. He quickly asked in a flattering manner: "Brother Jin, are you okay? What happened?"
"I told you not to fucking come to me!"
Jin Yi shouted wildly, "I don't care! I'm not your manager! Get out of here!"
The disgust in his voice almost broke through the screen, and Jing Xinghe, who was in another province, was immediately panicked and at a loss.
"Brother Jin, Brother Jin!" He made a voice call, crying a little, "What's wrong with you? You can't ignore me!"
"Get out, get out of here!"
Jin Yi collapsed and roared, and the A4 paper that was spread out like a puzzle on the table was lifted up by his movements and became chaotic.
It's like a wonderful and ironic drama.
…
In the spacious room, the screens of the computer cluster in the corner flashed twice in unison and lit up together, slowly taking on the shape of a forest green snake.
Green anacondas swam slowly within the screens, their snake eyes reflecting the figure in the center of the room.
That's a back view. The astonishing thick long black hair spreads down like wanton vines, covering the person's neck and back, and even the ancient wooden chair he or she is sitting on is mostly covered, and then crisscrosses on the tiled floor. Woven into a dark web.
Looking from a distance, there was an inhuman cold terror.
The green anaconda continued to twist, and after a while, a soft, childish voice sounded that did not match its appearance:
"Is this okay?"
The black hair that mopped the floor gently moved, scraping across the messy scrolls, documents, and white papers on the ground, causing a rustling sound, followed by an emotionless smile.
"Yes." The man said.
After making a sound, he recognized that the person sitting in the chair should be a young man.
A slender hand stretched out and took the paper on the coffee table next to him. Perhaps because of the robe he was wearing, his ordinary movements were also somewhat relaxed and freehand, vaguely revealing an elegance that was not in line with modern times.
There are large and small faces printed on the paper, which can be regarded as the same face for the time being. The one that has not yet grown, the one on the ID card, the one before plastic surgery, the one after plastic surgery...
It's Jingxing River.
Turning over to the back, the same layout, but different faces, is Jin Yi.
Thin paper was put into the shredder by this hand.
It was so thin that the sound of it breaking into thin strips was insignificant, and it quickly dispersed in the air like bubbles.
There was a sigh of condolence in the room.
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