"If something happens to the company, will it do you any good?"

"The company has closed, don't you have to lose your job too?"

"Don't mention this matter again in the future, otherwise, like Fu Zichen, get out of Dinghao Entertainment immediately!"

……

The agent Li Hu's ears rang with the boss's ruthless words, as an ordinary worker, he really can't change anything!

The chubby hand clenched into a fist, Li Hu finally made a decision after a fierce ideological struggle: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, the company's small conference room." ”

Li Hu is just a messenger.

With one day's salary, Li Hu has to listen to one day's call.

But after finishing speaking, Li Hu still felt guilty and apologized directly: "I'm sorry, Zichen, I-"

Who knows, Fu Zichen smiled reluctantly: "Brother Tiger, this matter has nothing to do with you." ”

It's all the company's decision, Fu Zichen can understand.

"I know, I'll be on time." After saying a simple 'goodbye', Fu Zichen hung up the phone directly.

turned on his mobile phone again, Fu Zichen found that the topic continued to ferment, and more and more people participated in the discussion, including some loyal fans of Fu Zichen, who kept explaining for Fu Zichen, and even blamed Fu Ruirui:

[Our brother Zichen has always been a representative of the "model worker" in the entertainment industry, and it is impossible for him to plagiarize! ] 】

[That's right!] I believe in Brother Zichen! 】

[Are you scolding the wrong person? The new album is our brother's, however, the creator of that song is Fu Ruirui, and it is Fu Ruirui who plagiarized! 】

[That's it!] We don't carry this pot. If you want to get out of the entertainment industry, it's Fu Ruirui, not our brother! 】

[@傅子辰, brother, hurry up and explain, we will always be your strong backing! ] 】

……

From last night's incident to now, 16 hours have passed, and Fu Zichen, as a party concerned, finally stood up and spoke out.

He didn't explain, didn't shake the pot, just gave up on himself, and sent a very short line of text:

[All the responsibility for this incident lies with me, and nothing else has to do with it!] 】

As soon as the content was issued, it immediately set off even more waves:

[Plagiarism ghost! ] Coward! You finally dare to admit it. 】

[Our brother is not that kind of person. Woo, brother, why do you have to resist responsibility yourself? 】

[Brain-dead fans, it's over now, still protect? ] What about the festival? 】

……

Fu Zichen's mobile phone kept ringing, some people kept replying to him, private messages him, scolding black fans, and some loyal fans, trying to appease him and ask for an explanation.

Sick of it!

Fu Zichen snorted and directly turned off the Weibo comment and private message functions.

I wanted to sleep with my head bored, but after tossing and turning, he couldn't sleep. In the end, I had to get up, take the car keys and go straight out.

After Fu Zichen went out, he got on the elevated highway and went straight to the wilderness, the force of his right foot on the accelerator gradually accelerated, as the speed became faster and faster, he opened the window and felt the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, which was called a thrill!

After about half an hour of drag racing, Fu Zichen stopped the car by the sea, looking at the deserted sea, he sat directly on the side of the road, shouting loudly, as if venting all the unhappiness in his heart: "Ahhh

Ding Dong –

The mobile phone prompt sounded, Fu Zichen didn't want to pay attention to it, but after just glancing at it, he still saw the content he was interested in.

Click on it again, and it is a text message from the organizing committee of the F1 World Formula One Championship: "Dear Mr. Fu Zichen, the F1 World Formula One Championship you have reserved will officially start at 2 p.m. in three days, please prepare in advance and participate on time." ”

At the end of the text message is the specific time and address of the competition, the process and other relevant information.