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"I'm lawyer Sun Dongzhen, and I'm here to help deal with the problem." Several other people were silent, and the glasses man, who was a lawyer, broke the silence first, he pointed to Park Myung-ha, and said: "This is the creator of the song "Lalala", a senior creator with thirteen years of creative experience......

"It's too early to conclude whether he created it or not, you're just a lawyer, not a judge." Hee Sung interrupted him and said in a cold voice.

Sun Dongzhen was a little embarrassed, and said with a forced smile: "I have also heard that song, to be honest, with your age, I'm afraid no one will believe that you can write such a song." ”

"Does composition depend on age?" Hee Sung didn't have a good impression of a so-called lawyer, who said that he was helping to solve the problem, but in fact, his position was very obvious, and he was on his client's side in and out of his words.

"I don't believe it either." Pan Guangxi was a little excited, he clenched his fists and said loudly: "You said that Mr. Park plagiarized your song, you sing this song first." ”

"If I could actually sing it, what would you say?" Hee Sung forced himself to calm down, he had never experienced this kind of battle, and he was really a little nervous under the siege of three adults.

"If you can sing this, I'll ......"

"Singing it only shows that you really know my song." Park Myung-ha quickly interrupted Pan Guangxi's words, and he tapped the table with his knuckles, "You sing first, otherwise how will we know if you are unreasonable." ”

Pan Guangxi also reacted, he stared at Hee Cheng, hoping that the young man would blush and be nervous, hoping to see retreat in his eyes.

Hee-sung sneered, took out his phone, found the "La-la-la-la" recorded by him and Taeyeon Sika, and pressed the play button.

As the music sounded, Pan Guangxi's swarthy face instantly turned pale, and he looked at Xicheng's mobile phone blankly, and his heart was in chaos.

Park Minghe swallowed his saliva, loosened the button on his neckline with his hand, his face did not change, he just snorted coldly, his head was slightly tilted, and he still looked arrogant.

Sun Dongzhen's face also did not change, he coughed twice and cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. Li Xicheng, where did you get this song from?" ”

"I wrote it myself, but I would like to ask where the song that Mr. Park sold to President Pan came from." Hee Sung sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Park is in mamp; S Entertainment heard someone singing in the practice room, so he made an excuse to stay in that practice room, and took advantage of the trainees' inattention, stole the song, and then sold it for money, right? ”

"You're spewing blood!" Park Myung-ha slammed the table, pointed at Hee-sung's face with his short and thick fingers and shouted: "Don't feel that you are young, so you will spew blood, let the adults of your family come over and talk, what kind of upbringing......"

"Shut up, if you say another insult to my parents, I'll let you out sideways." Hee-sung pulled up his waist, pulled out a black belt, and slammed it on the table.

The belt is interspersed with gold-edged cyan clouds, black belts, black belts of Qingyun Daoguan!

In South Korea, many people have practiced taekwondo, and many people have been certified as black belts, and Pan Kwang-seok who was present is a black belt, and he is also a second dan, so a black belt is nothing.

But Xicheng's black belt is different, the key is that he is a black belt in Qingyun Daoguan.

Qingyun Daoist Hall is not very popular, and the disciples it receives every year may not even be ranked in the top fifty among the Daoist Hall.

But he only accepts two kinds of people, the first is either rich or expensive, ordinary people please take a detour, so the owner Jiang Zhuxing is known as the seventh section of taekwondo with the least martial virtues.

The second is the police, Jiang Zhuxing's grandfather is a soldier, he became a policeman after the war, his father inherited his father's business and also became a policeman, when it was his turn, he was obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't want to be a policeman when he died.

Jiang Zhuxing opened the museum to teach apprentices after the fourth stage, and he became a huge wealth in just a few years, which shows the high fees.

But the apprentices he taught are really powerful, and the price of apprentices has become more and more exaggerated in recent years, and people are still eager to do so.

Because he had taught many high-ranking police officers, the Kokugikan had to award him the rank of 7th dan black belt at the strong request of the National Police Agency, and he successfully became a grandmaster-level figure.

It can really be described as fame and fortune, and he is at the top of the ranking of the most unprovoked people.

Park Minghe trembled his lips, but after all, he still didn't dare to mention the issue of Hee-sung's upbringing, he sat back in his seat stupidly, and said forcefully: "Pay attention to evidence when you speak." ”

Sun Dongzhen's eyes stared at the black strap in Hee Cheng's hand, and he began to wonder if he had come by mistake this time.

Li Xicheng's age naturally can't be a policeman, isn't that the kind of person who is either rich or expensive?

For a few dollars, is it worth offending such a person?

"How old are you, pretending to be some kind of green cloud black belt, where did you pick up the belt, I advise you to return it as soon as possible." Park Myung-ha was like an inflated balloon, arrogant again, he pointed to Hee-sung's mobile phone on the table, and said, "Don't look at the broken mobile phone you use, what kind of big-tailed wolf you pretend." ”

Only then did Sun Dongzhen react.

Yes, if this kid is really from a good background, how can he still use this model from several years ago, looking at his clothes, I didn't see any particularly expensive brands, and the main thing is that he didn't even have any jewelry.

Sun Dongzhen felt that the name professional had come to him again, and he said in a deep voice: "If you have any evidence that can show that Mr. Park stole your song, please take it out, otherwise we can indeed slander you." ”

"He was the only one who went into the practice room during that time, not who else he had." Xi Chengcai said that he regretted it a little, he was too excited, and what he said was too naïve.

Sure enough, before the words fell, not only Park Minghe laughed, but even Pan Guangxiok, who had always had a calm face, also stretched his sad face slightly.

"Boy, what you say is ridiculous, me and Samp; M Entertainment has a lot of cooperative relationships, and often goes to their practice room to guide their trainees to practice songs, how can you blame me for losing that song. ”

"Hehe, I don't know where you got Mr. Park's work, maybe you wanted to earn some pocket money, so you came to us." Sun Dongzhen smiled angrily and said sternly: "But your behavior violates the law and morality, if we investigate it, you are very likely to go to the juvenile detention center." ”

Hee Sung sighed, he really couldn't say anything about these people, especially when he really didn't have any evidence, and he couldn't do anything about Park Myung-ha.

"President Pan, I still have a song here, put a little bit for you to listen to, maybe it can help you make a judgment." He turned to the offensive of Pan Guangxigong, who had been silent.

The version of "Like a Shot" was sung by Hee Cheng himself, and the effect was better than "La La La", he only cut a small part of it, in order to worry about being plagiarized again.

Pan Guangxi's face had not completely cleared up, and after hearing this short dozen seconds of music, it was even more ugly than just now, and he had almost begun to sweat.

He is different from Park Myung-ha and Son Dong-jin, he judges who made "Lalala" by relying on his professional knowledge.

To put it bluntly, he really doesn't think that an underage child can write a sad song like "La La La".

On the one hand, it is creative ability, even if Li Xicheng started to learn from sensible and literate, and now he can have a few years, if he can write a high-level song casually, then those so-called senior composers in the creative world can die.

On the other hand, there is experience, the song "La La La", between the lines, every tune can reflect the feelings of the creator, which is not something that a teenager can have.

But, Nima, the song he is playing now is sadder and more beautiful!

Pan Guangxi was about to go crazy, and the fortress that he had been holding on to in his heart collapsed in more than ten seconds, shattering into rotten bricks.

He only wished he was dreaming now.

A sixteen-year-old who writes a good song of sorrow and is then stolen by a senior composer......

Is this Nima a joke or a myth, oh my God, you're playing with me.

Pan Guangxi staggered to his feet, he took out his wallet, took out a few banknotes, shook them on the table, and finally looked at Park Minghe in a daze, "Teacher Park, you can solve it yourself, we don't need this song for the time being." ”

Then, as if out of thin air, the mighty man was several inches shorter and staggered out.

"Hmph, what else do you have to say now?" Hee Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he looked at the two villains in front of him mockingly.

Park Myung-ha took his greedy gaze away from the mobile phone in front of Hee-sung, and he smiled, "What is the name of this song, I admire you very much for being able to make such a song at a young age......"

"It's like getting shot." Hee Cheng said seriously, "Don't you look like stealing it, but unfortunately, only such a short segment was recorded in this mobile phone." ”

"Hehe, this classmate." Son Dong-jin pressed Park Myung-ha's shoulder, and he said with a smile: "If I can write a better song than "Ten Minutes", can I sue Lee Hyo-ri and DSP for plagiarism, ah?" ”

It is worthy of engaging in law, and from a dialectical point of view, it shattered Xicheng's conclusion in one fell swoop.

"Haha, that's it." Park Minghe slapped his face and laughed: "I advise you to be safe, I can see that you are not held accountable for your young age." ”

"Looks like I should thank you." Hee Sung laughed angrily, "You stole my song, and I want to thank you for not holding me accountable?" ”

He has been sheltered under the wings of his parents since he was a child, and most of the people he comes into contact with love and care for him, and he can't imagine that there are such shameless people in this world, which is worse than what he plays on TV.

"Actually, I have one more piece of advice." Park Minghe picked his head and said with a smile: "If you want to sell this song for money, it's best to leave it to me and operate it in my name, you must know that the price of a newcomer and the price of a senior creator, the difference is not ordinarily small." ”

"Dreaming!" Hee Cheng glared at him angrily, dropped a banknote, picked up his mobile phone and turned to leave.

He was afraid that he couldn't help but kill these two despicable villains directly.

Cai Zhen'er was sitting on the sand reading comics, when she heard the door knocking, she didn't raise her head and said, "Xicheng, let's go out to watch a movie at night, okay?" ”

"Not available." Xi Cheng changed his shoes and staggered upstairs.

Cai's mother scratched her head inexplicably, and muttered incomprehensibly: "This kid, I don't know what's wrong, but our angry appearance is also very cute." ”

"Ai ...... Xi" Hee-sung threw himself on the bed in annoyance and buried himself in the quilt.

It took a long time for him to get up from the quilt and start dialing his mobile phone number, well, even if he was ridiculed, he would admit it, as long as those two despicable villains would get retribution.

Call Dad and ask him to help him with this.

But is it really necessary?

When there was still one last button left, Hee-sung hesitated again.

If he puts down his body and begs, even if he is already **, Dad will definitely not sit idly by. Even if he doesn't agree, he can still beg his mother and let his mother go to him, and his father will be reluctant to refuse his wife.

Some time ago, he earned five million, which made his father depressed and couldn't sleep, and after more than ten years of father-son battles, Xicheng finally pulled back a game in a dignified manner.

You can imagine how proud he would be......

Hee Sung threw away his phone violently and shook his head desperately - never!

Hey, what is it?

It turned out to be a small business card, the one with Ha Fan, Hee Sung took it and put it in his pocket, and he fell out of his pocket after fluttering on the bed for a while just now.

Why don't you go to him and try it, I often hear about samp; M Company is strong in the entertainment industry, and it will ban this and that at every turn.

However, he wants to be a trainee by himself, and Hee Sung fell weakly on the quilt.

He doesn't like to get up early, he doesn't like to be directed, he doesn't like to sweat, and he doesn't like to stand on the stage and be watched by a lot of people.

Let him be a trainee, an artist, and a star, it is better to let him beg his father.

"......" The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.

Hee Sung grabbed his old mobile phone that was ridiculed and pressed the answer button, "Hey, brother, Happy New Year, New Year's greetings?" I went, brother, you weren't at home when I went, I don't believe you asked Auntie......"

On the other end of the phone is Choi Si-won, who complained that he didn't see Hee-sung during the Chinese New Year.

Although he forgave him, Hee-sung still used to avoiding this guy, because he sometimes suspected that he was a pervert.

After chatting for a few words, and when he was about to hang up the phone, Xicheng suddenly stopped him and asked, "Hey, wait a minute, brother, you are samp; How does it feel to be a trainee? ”

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