"President Lin is not afraid of the burning of jade?" Gao Mingzhen was still smiling, but his eyes were a little colder than just now.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, but I opened the door to do business, not to be a bitch, pay with one hand and deliver with the other, there is no need to pose according to your preferences." Lin Weiran didn't sit down, as if she was about to have a seizure if she didn't agree.

Gao Mingzhen took a sip of coffee, looking light: "I'm afraid, I have to think about the consequences, calculate whether I can bear it, and then make a decision." ”

"I can't stand it, I know the way, I'm just curious if you can stand it, let's see who can't stand it after the end." Lin Weiran smiled, but his tone was unambiguous, he said that he was afraid, but at this time he didn't seem to be afraid.

"Heh, that's interesting." Gao Mingzhen, who was born at the grassroots, was able to get to where he is today is not by luck, without the help of nobles, he lost a lot of others in the field, and everything in his hands was fought by himself. At this moment, he had not yet reached the peak, he looked at Lin Weiran again, still smiling, but oozing a dangerous aura.

He sighed: "I didn't expect President Lin to be not a businessman. ”

"I've always thought you're a happy businessman." Lin Weiran smiled and sneered, with a little impatience between his eyebrows, he glanced at the vaguely familiar girl behind him, startled the other party, his little face turned pale and bit his lip, and quietly hid behind another slightly more mature girl.

He asked: "Whether they will come to power or not, can Minister Gao give a happy word?" ”

"It's good for President Lin to ask them." Gao Mingzhen put the coffee back on the table and made a soft sound.

The older girl seemed to tremble. The younger one won't be able to bear it at all. Lin Weiran turned around and no longer thought about finding another way. Instead, he went to Yin Xiangxian's side and grabbed the walkie-talkie directly and shouted: "Zhao Chengshou!" ”

There was silence on the intercom.

The eyes are focused in the room.

A few seconds of silence seemed to interpret Lin Weiran's performance just now as black humor, but at this time, there was a sound on the walkie-talkie: "President Lin? ”

Lin Weiran's face was expressionless, and he said in a deep voice: "Let your subordinates stop working now, whether you listen to me or not, you think for yourself." ”

After a while, Zhao Chengshou's voice came, with doubts, panic and fear, and he couldn't say the superfluous shirk and justification. I could only shout: "President Lin......"

Lin Weiran put down the walkie-talkie and stopped talking, but put more pressure on Zhao Chengshou.

The smell of gunpowder in the room was already so strong that he could choke his nose, and Han Weiyi could still share the same hatred with Lin Weiran at first, but now he was faintly shaken. If this live broadcast is really opened, the claims of eight TV stations alone can make Shinhan Production go bankrupt and liquidate, causing such a big incident. Everyone involved in the production of this concert will lose their livelihood in the circle, and Yoon Sang-hyun, who can't keep up with the rhythm at all, has a pale face at this time, and can barely maintain his apparent calmness, let alone stand up for the round.

At this time, Zhao Chengshou's voice came out of the walkie-talkie: "Okay." ”

Gao Mingzhen smiled and clapped his hands: "It's fun." ”

Lin Weiran also smiled and said, "Do you want to continue?" ”

Gao Mingzhen took out a cigarette and lit it on his mouth, smiling even more: "Go on." ”

"Li Jingkui." Lin Weiran held the walkie-talkie. Roll call again.

Han Weiyi, who could still maintain his composure on the surface, shook his hand, pursed his lips, and gritted his teeth without saying a word. Yin Xiangxian was about to get up, but Lin Weiran pressed his shoulders in advance, and his weather-beaten face finally showed a loss. The other people in the room didn't even dare to breathe, and looked at Gao Mingzhen for a while. After looking at Lin Weiran for a while, he didn't dare to take them as the culprits, and his angry eyes were thrown on Davichi, and even became more and more aggressive.

"President Lin." There was a response in the intercom.

Lin Weiran unexpectedly gossiped: "Did you see Zheng Hao PD today?" ”

Everyone was confused, but then they listened to the walkie-talkie: "I understand." ”

Gao Mingzhen's smile finally stiffened, and his gaze at Lin Weiran became even colder, the cigarette in his hand had been lit for a while, but he didn't smoke it, until a huge screaming sound passed through the wall and reached the ears of everyone in the room, he shook his hand, and the ash fell, revealing the still burning cigarette, which looked even brighter.

Yin Xiangxian whispered in a blank voice: "Is it really closed?" ”

Han Weiyi spread out a hand and rubbed his knees, his palms were covered with sweat.

Those present could hear that it was a dead sound from the stereo, so their faces were even more frightened.

Gao Mingzhen's face turned slightly pale, if Han Weiyi or Yoon Sang-hyun said this, he would have laughed it off, letting the live broadcast open the skylight is not a trivial matter that can be described as a battle of will, not to mention that several TV stations can pull M into a huge financial crisis on the grounds of default, just the intervention of the Korean Cultural Center can toss M to a burnout, not to mention the potential losses after opening the skylight, all of which are the Achilles' heel that can make Gao Mingzhen out of the future merger of CJ-E&M.

He's not afraid?

Lin Weiran suddenly proved it with his actions again, he picked up the walkie-talkie again, and said by name: "Yin Rilu!" ”

This time, the other party replied quickly: "President Lin." ”

Han Weiyi couldn't help it anymore, but she wanted to open her mouth but was lightly put on her shoulder by a hand, I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this woman who likes money very much chooses to keep silent at this moment, even if she knows that if Xinhan Productions goes bankrupt, her loss will be much greater than Lin Weiran.

Gao Mingzhen finally showed an angry face: "President Lin, you have to think clearly about the consequences, M is Xinhan's ......"

"Shareholders?" Lin Weiran interrupted softly, with a mocking face.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Yin PD, now there is no stage, no sound, only lights." ”

At the scene, no one knew that Lu Dao had something big, and Yin Rilu, who was watching by his subordinates, held the walkie-talkie in front of his mouth, but he didn't know how Lu Dao answered. He looked into the audience area, where there was a lot of noise, and the loud screams that had just swept through the audience would naturally cause a commotion. He looked at the guest seat, and the celebrity artists who had just passed the red carpet and sat here were also puzzled, and asked the passing staff one after another.

Yin Rilu finally spoke: "President Lin, this is the life of more than 100 people in the production team from top to bottom, and I didn't agree with M's poaching." ”

As soon as the words fell, most of the people who heard this sentence were surprised. Compared with Yoon Il-rok, Lee Jing-kyu, and Cho Sung-shou, the others produced by Shinhan are not dispensable, but they are not necessary.

They looked at each other blankly for a while, and then they all focused on the three people who were watching at the scene, and the two assistant directors were rushing from the guest area to this side, and no one had the heart to explain what had just happened to these people at this time.

Another sentence came over the walkie-talkie: "I will only hand over next year's virtual concert to you, no matter where you are." ”

It is undeniable that Lin Weiran's commitment has put the staff at ease.

Yin Rilu smiled bitterly: "But the lights on the stage are still on." ”

Lin Weiran said on the walkie-talkie: "It's okay, you can turn it on and off, or just turn off the current lighting in the venue." I also forgot to turn on the walkie-talkie, and I want to let Minister Gao know about the current situation at the scene. ”

Turn off the on-site lighting?

The audience is entering!

Isn't this Lin Weiran afraid of public accidents?

Except for Han Weiyi and Yin Xiangxian, who had their backs to Lin Weiran, everyone in the room looked at Lin Weiran with monster-like eyes, but found that he just hung up and chuckled, and then leaned over and put the walkie-talkie on the coffee table in front of Gao Mingzhen.

'Bang' is the sound of the large lights turning off, and it is still a soft sound coming from the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, most of the mobile phones in the room began to ring, and Gao Mingzhen stared at Lin Weiran, who had long lost the self-cultivation to maintain a calm appearance.

There was another 'pop', and no one in the room spoke, only the soft sound of the walkie-talkie, and various bells.

'Bang', the large lighting that needs to be turned off in groups is so torturous, Lin Weiran's face was unexpectedly relaxed, but Gao Mingzhen's head was sweating, and before the sound sounded again, there was a sudden stalk in the room.

Someone cried.

It's the girl who hides behind her sister.

Lin Weiran and Gao Mingzhen looked over, but they were so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, and then her eyes were red, and she let the tears keep flowing down.

The crying girl still couldn't stop Yin Rilu's hand, and soon after, there was another sound on the walkie-talkie, which was Yin Rilu walking from one main gate to another.

It was this brief pause that allowed the people in the room to finally breathe again, but they were even more nervous.

The tense atmosphere faded, but the pressure exerted on Gao Mingzhen was even greater.

Finally, another 'snap' sound came from the walkie-talkie, Gao Mingzhen's eyelids jumped, his hands were scalded, and he didn't know when the cigarette could burn his hands.

Lin Weiran said lightly: "Director Yin and President Han clean up, and we'll leave when the lights are turned off." I hope that Minister Gao will bring enough people to maintain this concert, this time I had a lot of fun, and I hope we will have the opportunity to work together again in the future. Of course, if the senior minister at that time could still cooperate with me. ”

Gao Mingzhen no longer hesitated, grabbed the walkie-talkie on the coffee table, and said loudly: "Enough!" ”

There was another 'snap' sound on the walkie-talkie, as if Gao Mingzhen had been pumped in the mouth.

Gao Mingzhen's hand holding the walkie-talkie was bruised, staring at Lin Weiran as if he was going to eat him, and before waiting for the next slap in the face, he immediately said, "Okay, I admit defeat." ”

It still goes on in the intercom.

Lin Weiran's old god stood in place, even if even Yin Xiangxian and Han Weiyi looked at him with enough eyes.

Gao Mingzhen stood up, crossed the coffee table and handed the walkie-talkie to Lin Weiran.

Perhaps it was to make the teary-eyed girl stare at it and soften her heart, Lin Weiran smiled at the strange girl, and then took the walkie-talkie and said, "I've had enough." ”

The voice stopped, the breathing stopped, everyone stared at the small walkie-talkie, and suddenly there was a 'snap', which made everyone, including Lin Weiran, turn pale.

"This thing will ring when you open it."

Yin Rilu's voice came, and it was naturally half a beat slower.

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