Three days will come quickly.

Today is the last issue of "King Singer", the final. And just today, Ling Wenxuan got a message from Huang Qingrong, and the attribution of "First Music" will also have an answer today.

Hearing this, Ling Wenxuan's hair stood up, and he felt that he seemed to have some ominous premonitions.

"Brother Qingrong, will I go too?" Ling Wenxuan asked.

"No, you can't change anything if you go." Huang Qingrong shook his head.

"But......" Huang Qingrong pondered for a moment and said, "You have to be mentally prepared, this time, those foreign forces are extremely crazy." Lin Jiacheng's hope of becoming the leader of 'First Music' may be great. ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan frowned, this was what he was most afraid of. The ominous premonition seemed to originate from him.

"Don't we have a chance?" Ling Wenxuan was unwilling, what should they do if they didn't have a chance?

Huang Qingrong's eyes narrowed: "No, there is a chance, there is a chance." Although Lin Jiacheng has a great chance for them, we are the same. Today, it's time to use the last resort to coerce Liu Mengchen, the old fox. With him, our chances are so much higher. Moreover, the 'King Singer' has also come to an end. It's time for us to start preparing for the next step, and that's when we're going to expand our power. ”

"I'm telling you this just to let you know the bottom in your heart, Lin Jiacheng does have a chance." Huang Qingrong said.

"Understood." Ling Wenxuan nodded.

"Lin Jiacheng is the person in charge of 'First Music', your biggest problem is that he may not be able to stop him from being able to play 'First Music'. Even if it fails, we'll take care of that. Huang Qingrong said again. It's not okay to let Lin Jiacheng become the person in power smoothly, he Huang Qingrong is not a dry eater.

Putting down the phone, Ling Wenxuan frowned deeply, this matter was really terrible to him. Even if Huang Qingrong said so, it is difficult to guarantee what will happen in the future.

Ling Wenxuan took a deep breath, he had more important things to do. Let his music progress, the last step. He's been stuck at the last minute for a long time, and he feels like he's just a little bit close. This point is the hurdle for him to step forward with a full score, and the hurdle for the music center to get a full score.

Ling Wenxuan watched Dai Lun's performance in "Heavenly King Singer", and Dai Lun has always been ninety-nine points. Dai Lun is also about the same, so Ling Wenxuan said that the two of them are five or five. It's really the same!

How do you break through this last step? Ling Wenxuan still has no bottom in his heart, he is constantly making his music concept mature and taking his own music path. But it still hasn't been done yet, if it's the accumulation of time, it will definitely come to pass in three or five years, but there is no time now! No matter how long it drags on, the final showdown will definitely break out in less than a year.

Ling Wenxuan didn't have time to settle down.

What to do? Ling Wenxuan was also very anxious in his heart.

At this moment, Huang Qingrong's side also started the last meeting. Decide on the ownership of "First Music".

Today's meeting has changed from the norm, and the meeting that was originally a war of words is very quiet today. Yes, vote. The crowd adopted the most primitive and practical way of voting.

Voting is all about influence. See how many people each force can attract to vote for you.

In addition to the eight small forces of "First Music" itself, there are also seven giants and many sub-forces. Originally, it was reasonable to say that it could only be the internal voting of "First Music", but now "First Music" is completely uncontrollable, they can't help themselves, and they no longer belong to themselves.

Huang Qingrong looked at Liu Mengchen, and Liu Mengchen smiled back at him.

Buzz Buzz......

Liu Mengchen lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, a text message?

Liu Mengchen clicked on it, and his eyes widened suddenly. Liu Mengchen looked up at Huang Qingrong, and Huang Qingrong smiled faintly as Liu Mengchen looked like him just now.

Liu Mengchen held the table with his hand and his expression became a little weird, Huang Qingrong, not ordinary.

At this moment, Shanghai, inside a nanny car.

Fan Ziming rushed to a notice, and the agent handed him a glass of water as usual.

"Thank you." Fan Ziming took a sip of water and just took a sip.

"Uhh......h

"Ziming? You, you, what's wrong with you? The agent was shocked.

"Uh...... Yes. Fan Ziming groaned in pain a few times, and slowly lost signs of pain and struggle on the seat.

He's dead...... The agent's eyes widened, and he was caught off guard by what was happening in front of him.

The driver of the nanny car, a young man in camouflage uniform, was also stunned. What's going on? Why? He didn't let his guard down for a moment, how could Fan Ziming die? Poisoning? Who has a chance to be poisoned?

The young man gritted his teeth and said that the task assigned by the old man failed.

After finishing a concert in Japan, Tang Cheng flew back to China from Japan.

Tang Zai is not very prominent in the "Pinnacle Conservatory of Music", and he is not as good as Nie Qingyan and others in China, but his popularity in Japan is too terrifying.

The soup bearer rubbed his eyebrows.

"Wow, it's really bearing, can you help me sign it." A flight attendant appears to be a fan of his and wants him to sign an autograph.

Sitting next to the soup bearer was a small flat head with sharp eyes. swept the flight attendant up and down several times, and only withdrew her gaze when everyone was about to hairy.

Tang Cheng reluctantly pulled out a smile and signed for her. He has always been like this to his fans, and he will smile at them even if he is tired.

The stewardess was elated, and suddenly hugged Tang Cheng and kissed him on the side of his cheek. Tang Zao laughed, sometimes it does happen.

The flight attendant left with her autograph book.

Tang Cheng chuckled and shook his head. Suddenly, his hands covered his face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Huh?" The small flat head saw the difference, and he was in a hurry, and he pulled the soup to bear.

Who would have thought that the soup bearer would fall soft with a bang. Lying on his side, his mouth slightly open, his eyes open, all in disbelief.

Xiao Pingtou was stunned. Soup bears, dead......

……

"First Music" finally began to vote, and Yan Lao lowered his eyes, his expression was still indifferent. He took a few more looks at Huang Qingrong.

"Didi......"

An unusually shrill bell rang throughout the conference room.

This voice appeared, and Yan Lao's expression changed. He usually doesn't bring a mobile phone, but he has recently brought one, and he brings a very important mobile phone. The contacts in it are extremely important, and the things reported are the things that affect the music industry.

Yan Lao didn't care if this was a conference room or not, and directly took out his mobile phone.

"What's wrong?" Yan Lao was slightly hurried. This call is usually made to prove that something extremely important has happened.

"......" There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone before he spoke, his tone was very guilty, "Old Yan, the mission target killed four people......"

"What!" Yan Lao couldn't suppress his voice.

The whole meeting looked at the elder Yan. (To be continued.) )