"That Lin Yi is really too arrogant! He bumped my son on the shoulder, and then my shoulder still hurts! And that music producer!" Wang Zitao looked at the middle-aged man with tears.

Wang Long, a middle-aged man, sat on a chair, looked down indifferently at the embarrassed Wang Zitao, and couldn't help but curse;

"That music producer Liang Jian is Liang Ying's grandson, it's not easy to offend, provoke him, even if you are unlucky!" Wang Lung rubbed his temples with a little headache.

"The one surnamed Liang can't be messed with... So, that, what about Lin Yi? He's just a little artist. Wang Zitao said anxiously, and the eyes in the gray circles widened a lot.

"Little artist? Wang Lung sneered, and then said, "There is a Beijing circle behind the people!"

Since the last time Lin Yi participated in the Beijing circle gathering, the group of people in the Beijing circle often mentioned Lin Yi outside. Lin Yi even stayed in Director Jiang's crew for two months, although I don't know what he did, but it can be seen that Lin Yi has gone deep into the Beijing circle.

And in the entertainment industry, the few factions that can't be messed with the most are the Beijing circle!

"How... How is that possible?" Wang Zitao stammered nervously.

I think that when he just returned to China from the kimchi country to develop, he tried his best to join the Beijing circle, but no one would let him in!

"What are you going to do all day long besides driving your sports car out and racing?" Wang Lung scolded.

"That's... So what now?" Wang Zitao trembled a little nervously.

Wang Lung glanced at Wang Zitao indifferently, and then continued to rub his temples, how could he give birth to such a waste?

Suddenly, Wang Lung's mobile phone lit up, and he clicked on it to look at the message.

"Dad, can you quickly think of a way for me?" Wang Zitao pulled Wang Lung with a frown.

"Don't say it! The Qiyi Department and Double Star Entertainment have received news from the side, and the studio has already sent the chorus version of you and Lin Yi over, and it depends on them who they choose in the end. Wang Lung exhaled heavily.

"That's good... That's good!" Wang Zitao sat down in his chair with relief, and then sneered again; "How can that Lin Yi's rap compare to me! I just won Penguin Music's 'Rap Rising Star' last year." ”

Wang Lung glanced at Wang Zitao coldly, the awards of penguin music can be bought with money, he has told him, why is he still so self-righteous?

What if you have more money? If you have a waste, you will lose it sooner or later.

Beijing, Liang Jian's studio.

"I've already sent the samples, and as long as your leaders are okay, I'm sure they'll know who to choose. Liang Jian looked at Lin Yi very confidently.

Compared with Lin Yi's rap, Wang Zitao's rap is just a piece of!

It is not excluded that the upper echelons of the company let her step on Wang Zitao for the sake of hype. Yang Nanhua said indifferently.

Hearing this, everyone present was silent and looked at Li Xiuzhi in unison.

If you really want to choose Wang Zitao for the sake of hype, then... It's Wang Zitao's corpse that he stepped on...

Beijing, Longhua Entertainment.

"Dad, is there a result?" Wang Zitao looked eagerly at Wang Long, who was looking at his phone.

"Your second uncle is over there, and he wants us to give up this opportunity. Wang Lung said with a frown.

"Why? Why did you give up this opportunity? Dad, you must not listen to my second uncle! I cooperated with Li Xiuzhi this time to get closer to her! You also know what her background is, if I can be with her, it will be of great benefit to our family!" Wang Zitao said vigorously in front of Wang Lung.

Wang Lung listened to Wang Zitao's continuous words, and felt that there were countless flies swaying in his ears.

Wang Lung looked at Wang Zitao's gray face, and tried his best to restrain himself from hitting him, and this kid relied on his face to eat.

"Your second uncle listened to the samples of you and Lin Yi with them over there, and the Qiyi Department felt that it was no problem, and hoped to continue to let you and Li Xiuzhi carry out this cooperation, but Li Xiuzhi's agency Double Star Entertainment and your second uncle did not want to continue this cooperation. Wang Lung said indifferently.

Listening to Wang Lung's words, Wang Zitao's face turned from frustration to joy, and finally to anger on his face.

"Why! Is my second uncle's brain pumping?" Wang Zitao suddenly stood up from his chair and slapped the table angrily.

Wang Lung stared at Wang Zitao with a ruthless look, and then said, "Your second uncle said that if you still want to maintain your 'rap star' character, then give up this cooperation with Li Xiuzhi." ”

"I don't understand! What does my 'rap star' personality have to do with Li Xiuzhi's cooperation?" Wang Zitao held his breath in his heart, and he vented all on the table.

Wang Lung stared at Wang Zitao fiercely, and then he also stood up, pointed at Wang Zitao and said, "What the hell is your rap, don't you have any points in your heart?"

Although Wang Lung was not as tall as Wang Zitao, who was 1.83 meters tall, the momentum of his standing up completely shocked Wang Zitao.

"That's... Isn't it okay to repair the sound..."Wang Zitao's momentum weakened.

"That music producer Liang Jian won't let me repair!" Wang Lung said angrily.

"Then replace him! If you don't let him make this album, it's okay! Who is rare! That kid still gives me laxatives!" Wang Zitao didn't dare to vent in front of Wang Lung anymore, so he had to beg aggrievedly.

"Do you think that you opened the company? Li Xiuzhi's albums have already been produced more than halfway! The money has also been given, and temporary replacement can only be a breach of contract, so why should people break the contract for you?" Wang Lung patted Wang Zitao's head.

"After all, it's still you who don't fight for yourself!" Wang Lung looked at Wang Zitao with remorse.

"I—" Wang Zitao was speechless for a moment, and then said through gritted teeth, "It's all to blame on that Lin Yi!

"I advise you, don't provoke them!" Wang Lung sighed, and then sat down in his chair leisurely.

"Dad, are we going to forget it like this?" Wang Zitao clenched his fists.

"Otherwise?" Wang Lung closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Wang Zitao hated it like countless ants chewing in his heart, but looking at Wang Lung's indifferent appearance, he was helpless.

As if his soul had been hollowed out, he sat weakly in his chair, and his two sandbag-sized fists were clenched in the chair all the time, and he couldn't let it go.

"Lin Yi!Liang Jian! You wait for me!"