From the moment the competition began, Tang Yulan has been paying attention to the every move of the judges on the rostrum. When he saw Director Zhang and Huang Yiqi arguing, based on this, Tang Yulan decided that Director Zhang was an excellent director with professional ethics, and he sincerely had a good impression of Director Zhang.

"I'll consider your words!" Tang Yulan nodded, patted Zhang Junyi's shoulder, and said domineeringly: "Director Zhang, I have always been very optimistic about your works, but those who violate the rules should be punished, so that the public can see what justice is." ”

Huang Yiqi's big pie face became very ugly, if he knew this, he should have called the bodyguards to come up, so that he would not be as passive as he is now.

Seeing more than a dozen thugs smiling evilly, they surrounded him in the middle in the shape of a bucket, and some of the thugs rolled up their sleeves and kept shaking their fists at him.

Huang Yiqi's heart suddenly cooled half, and his mouth trembled and said, "You...... What do you want to do? It is now a society governed by the rule of law......"

"Has the Fa become the umbrella of your scum?" Tang Yulan's eyes flashed with cold light, he pinched the cigarette butt, his index finger bent, and popped it out violently.

The cigarette butt was castrated ferociously, spun rapidly in the air, passed through a gap less than three centimeters under the left armpit of a gangster, like a meteor falling to the ground, flew directly into Huang Yiqi's open mouth, drilled into his mouth and pierced his tongue, and then bounced on the soft palate, rolling all the way, and falling down the uvula into the throat tube.

Huang Yiqi's screams stopped abruptly, and at that moment, the expression on his face was extremely rich, grinning for a while, and crying and laughing for a while. Beads of sweat were pouring out of his face with a hot mouth, his eyes were bulging, the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, and his hands were scratching his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he screamed again, broke free from Zhu Jingyuan's control, coughed repeatedly, tears rolled down, snot flew sideways, his hands pinched his throat hard, and his anxious body arched into a shrimp shape.

Zhu Jingyuan frowned, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the saliva that was sprayed on his shirt, and said with a cold face: "Dirty old thing, the matter didn't end so quickly!" ”

"Instead of riding a pig and looking at the sun...... We'll see, it's better to vent it out now. Tang Yulan took a figure-eight step, squeezed in from outside the crowd, trembled his right leg, and said, "Zhu Dashao." What are you afraid of? Public image? Isn't it possible to become the eldest or younger of the Zhu family, but can't you do what you want? So what do you need a strong family and strength for? The Zhu family and the Flying Bird Group are your strong backing, do you still have to hold back the anger in your heart? My principle of life is: strength is to make people respect, admire and fear, not as a shackle and constraint! ”

Zhu Jingyuan's body trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Outside, no matter what he does, the first thing that comes to mind is the honor and image of the family, and he has never changed his mind and considered things like Head Tang.

If someone else said such a thing to him, Zhu Jingyuan would definitely smile slightly and ignore it. But the personality charm of Chief Tang attracted him, and that set of philosophical theories deeply influenced him. Zhu Jingyuan was very displeased with Tang Yulan's indiscriminate treatment everywhere and seeing a flowery heart: he was unkempt and dressed like an educated youth returning to his hometown in the 80s, and he was somewhat disdainful in his heart. In addition, he has excellent knowledge of Tang Yulan in many other aspects, and he admires his excellence.

Zhu Jingyuan stopped, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking carefully, and it didn't take long to understand the truth.

"yes, why can't I let go?" Zhu Jingyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his right leg, and smiled at Huang Yiqi.

Huang Yiqi was stared at by him, feeling the pores all over his body shudder, his nerves contracted, his spine crackled, and he trembled: "You...... What are you doing? ”

"Don't you like to dive? Now I'm going to rule you down! Zhu Jingyuan pressed Huang Yiqi's shoulders with both hands, stumbled under his feet, and threw him to the ground.

Huang Yiqi slapped a piece of skin, gasped in pain, and before he could scream and scold, he only felt that his eyes were dark.

A pair of black leather shoes worth tens of thousands of dollars fell on his mouth fiercely, and the touch of the fine leather was very painful.

Zhu Jingyuan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and the shackles that had bound his heart for more than twenty years were suddenly kicked open by this kick, as if Pangu had opened the world, as if he had divine help. This kick completely subverted his outlook on life, ideology and values.

Huang Yiqi flew out upside down, his lips cracked, his face trembled, and his two burnt front teeth flew deep into his mouth, following him for more than forty years, the two teeth that he could see by grinning and brushing his teeth every morning were now sent into his stomach by other people's black leather shoes, the feeling was sour and hard, and a heart was like being soaked in a bitter lemon, which was particularly unpleasant.

"Oops, feet, my feet hurt so much!" Zhu Jingyuan hugged his right foot and jumped up.

In the performance hall, the crowd's eyes widened and dazzled, and the excitement brought to them by the fight was even more interesting than watching the performance competition. Fierce applause rang out.

In the chaos of one mess after another, "The Most Beautiful Music" finally came to an end to the controversy.

He Jiaoyun felt very bad in her heart, and in the backstage dressing room, many media reporters pestered Zhang Yiyi and Qingmeng for non-stop interviews, asking questions. There were even enthusiastic people who sent flowers and asked for a group photo.

A reporter from Hound Entertainment Network is flattering to interview Qingmeng, asking her where the inspiration for creating piano music came from?

The female anchor of Lingjiang Satellite TV's entertainment channel kept praising Qingmeng, praising the long dress she wore as beautiful as a fairy, which was not inferior to Chang'e in the classic Journey to the West.

He Jiaoyun saw this situation from the periphery, and her heart was crazy with jealousy, and she said angrily: "I am the champion!" She twisted her waist and stomped her feet, and her silicone bulging chest trembled irregularly, almost falling under her armpits, and she was so frightened that she quickly straightened it.

Her voice finally caught the attention of reporters.

"The champion is coming!"

Several groups of reporters and videographers turned their heads and then quickly approached.

He Jiaoyun smiled, put on a charming pose, waited for the reporter to interview, and held her chin proudly.

She has waited for a long time, paid so much, and is looking forward to today's glory and moment. However, standing in the crowd, there was a strange feeling in my heart, the expressions of these reporters seemed to be a little wrong, why were they all so old-fashioned and strict.

With a hint of mockery in his eyes, the reporter from Baiyi.com took two steps forward and asked, "Miss He, how did you rely on such a bad technique to get to the finals!" ”

He Jiaoyun was dumbfounded by the question, and stepped on the floor with her high heels and stepped back, not knowing how to answer the reporter's question.

The reporter of Fox Entertainment Video took advantage of the situation, held the microphone, and asked loudly: "I heard that you and Zhang Qiutao both entered and exited the hotel not long ago, is there such a thing?" He Jiaoyun was suddenly beaten from a proud peacock to an ugly duckling of a wolf bèi, her pretty face turned pale, and she kept saying, "I don't have ...... I didn't. ”

The reporter of Soqi Entertainment News looked stern, and the microphone almost stuffed into He Jiaoyun's small mouth, and asked: "In the final, Huang Yiqi protected you so much. Excuse me, is there any insider story in it? It was like a prisoner being judged.

"Bang dang!" The trophy in He Jiaoyun's hand fell to the ground.