"Of course not," said Shohe, solemnly, "he peeked at my manuscript while I was unprepared, and I don't know how much he remembered, so I can't say the exact number." ”

"That's it," Song Cangran blinked: "You can always roughly estimate, as far as I know, uncle, you haven't worked much in recent years, and you don't have ten songs in total, how many new songs are there on the manuscript you said?" ”

Xiao He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Four or five." ”

"Four or five?" Song Cangran asked again: "It can't be written on the same day, right?" Do you have a record of the creation time? ”

"Are you interrogating me?" Xiao He said hesitantly: "He is the one who stole things, why do you question me?" ”

"Uncle, calm down," Song Cangran sarcastically said: "I don't know and think you have a weak heart, so let me ask this little brother." ”

She turned her head to look at Duan Yixuan: "Do you remember the creation time of each of your works?" ”

"Of course, I marked it all on the original manuscript, down to the minute and second."

"Is the manuscript still there?"

"In my house."

Hearing him say this, Xiao He's eyes were a little confused.

One of the more controversial points on the Internet now is that Duan Yixuan's "Lies" was registered earlier than him, and if he took out the original manuscript, it would obviously be more convincing.

The next second, he snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "He peeked at my manuscript, and then silently wrote a copy as usual, how difficult is it to write casually?" Everyone's creative habits are different, what does this mean? ”

"I can't explain anything, but I can't tell you," Song Cangran said slowly, and the crowd laughed out loud.

Xiao He's face was very bad, and he said coldly: "Duan Yixuan, what do you mean?" I said I wouldn't give you any more money, and I wouldn't compromise if you brought this woman over and talked nonsense. ”

"That's right," Song Cangran said as if he remembered something: "Speaking of that money, I also have a question, now the guarantee is rumored on the Internet to be fake, uncle, is your 100,000 yuan in cash or check, or transferred to him?" 100,000 yuan is not a small number, you might as well take out the relevant bank vouchers, isn't it more convincing? ”

"How can there be such a thing, I didn't blackmail him, and I didn't take this money from him!" Duan Yixuan said very well.

"You said you didn't want to bother, let me give the cash, of course you didn't admit it."

"Alas, poverty limits my imagination," Song Cangran sighed: "I don't have a few hundred yuan in my pocket, and of course I can't understand what it's like to casually take out 100,000 yuan in cash and give it away." ”

"It's normal, who would have nothing to hide 100,000 yuan at home?" The crowd turned to each other: "Didn't the rich people write checks directly?" ”

"It's all in movies, maybe people just like to smash people with cash?"

"When people open a company, don't they even have hundreds of thousands in the small treasury?"

"That's the same, you have to hear the sound of 100,000 yuan thrown into the water, can't he get any credentials?"

Xiao He's eyes flashed, and he was thinking about what to say, but Song Cangran smiled again, looked at him and said, "Uncle, the guarantee you took out is suspicious, I don't remember the time when the song was created, and even the 100,000 yuan sent out can't be believed, it seems that you are lying a lot." ”

"You're in a group, of course you helped him speak!"

Song Cangran smiled lightly: "Actually, I have a fair way, it depends on whether you dare or not." ”

"What's the solution?" Duan Yixuan asked.

"Compare," Song Cangran's eyes shone slightly: "Speak with strength." ”