Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

Beijing, the headquarters of Qiandu Music.

Luo Chengan's face sank like water, and he pushed open the door of Jiang Siyuan's office.

Jiang Siyuan, who was leisurely carrying a small kettle in the room and concentrating on taking care of his two lucky potted plants, was taken aback.

The originally stable hand shook, and the water in the small kettle spilled on the ground.

Jiang Siyuan ran to the bathroom, brought a mop over, and hurriedly cleaned up the water stains on the floor.

Luo Chengan didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly.

Jiang Siyuan straightened his waist, and looked at Luo Chengan reproachfully:
"Lao Luo, you are not young anymore, and you behave like a young man in a frizzy manner."

A sarcasm flashed in Luo Chengan's eyes:
"Mr. Jiang, I came here this time to ask about the order to remove Li Changan's songs from the shelves. Was it you who issued the order?"

Jiang Siyuan's white face showed an embarrassing expression when he questioned him directly and unabashedly.

"This matter is a decision of the board of directors. The directors of Qiandu Music agree that we cannot cooperate with a bad artist who is suspected of plagiarism. It will damage the reputation of Qiandu Music."

The corners of Luo Chengan's mouth curled up, and there was wisdom in his eyes:

"Mr. Jiang, the original intention of doing this is really to protect the reputation of Qiandu Music, not to add insult to injury and retaliate?"

Jiang Siyuan couldn't hold back when he told the plan that he couldn't put it on the table, and he said it face-to-face, and his face sank:
"Lao Luo, I don't deny that the board wants to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, but this is everyone's decision, and I can't do anything about it."

Luo Chengan took a deep breath, and his teasing gaze turned into determination:
"In that case...!"

He took out a printed resignation letter from his pocket, and gently pushed it in front of Jiang Siyuan:

"...Mr. Jiang, I resign!"

Jiang Siyuan's face was stunned, and he never expected him to react like this:
"Old Luo, you actually chose to resign for such a trivial matter?"

Jiang Siyuan's words were full of disbelief.

Luo Chengan shook his head:
"No, the Qiandu Music Network used to be a fair, just and open pure land, but now it's different. It has become a stinking puddle where the same party fights against the different. I, Luo Cheng'an, am upright and disdain...!"

His eyes fell on Jiang Siyuan's swollen face, and he said the last words word by word:
"... I disdain to join forces with others, so I have made up my mind to go, and you don't need to keep Mr. Jiang. We are far away from each other. See you in Jianghu."

After saying this, Luo Cheng'an pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, turned around and left gracefully.

Jiang Siyuan stared blankly at the back of him leaving, and became angry and smashed the small kettle in his hand to the ground:
"Let's go, leave you, Qiandu Music is still Qiandu Music, but you Luo Cheng'an may not be Luo Cheng'an."

Luo Cheng'an in the corridor heard him shouting angrily.

But he kept walking and walked forward without hesitation.

Beijing, hotel.

Li Changan touched his chin and muttered to himself:

"I still underestimated this old man surnamed Gu. It turns out that he has such a deep connection. This is the rhythm of killing me with a stick and never turning over."

Su Han's pretty face was cold:

"Qiandu Music is too much. It has no evidence. Gu Hongjun's Weibo has taken all your songs off the shelves. This is a website that advertises itself as fair and just. Is it something that should be done?"

Li Changan smiled and shook his head:

"It's because I rejected Qiandu Music's poaching job last time. Well, I didn't intend to offend them, but now I just took this opportunity to withdraw all the songs and give them half of the money. , I'm having a heartache."

Su Han is not as optimistic as he is:

"Thousands of accusations, there is no disease to kill, they are now united, and it is clear that they want to crucify you."

Li Changan smiled slightly, his eyes flashed with confidence:

"No matter how they jump, it won't change the result. Let's let the bullets fly for a while!"

Seeing that he was still playing tricks, Su Han felt a little bitter:
"Hmph, I don't care about you anymore!"

Li Changan stared at her beautiful eyes: "You can't ignore me, now you are the only one left standing by my side!"

Su Han felt sweet in his heart, and rolled his eyes:
"You still know?"

"Su Han, can you find a software engineer who can make a website?"

Su Han tilted his head and thought for a while:

"My father should have this kind of person under his command. Why do you want a software engineer?"

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Li Changan's mouth:
"I want to write my own songs and make my own website!"

Su Han was taken aback by his unconstrained ideas:
"Can you do it?"

Li Changan made a fool of himself: "If you don't try it, you'll know."

The two discussed for a while, then Su Han went back to his room and called his father.

At this moment, Li Changan's cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone, looked at the familiar number on the screen, and was stunned:

"Why is she?"

Outside the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing, a flower art cafe in a remote location.

There are not many people who come here, most of them are petty bourgeoisie young women who are sad.

In addition, the location of the flower cafe is a bit remote, so the business is very deserted.

The shop owner is an intellectual woman in her forties.

She didn't have too much ambition, she just guarded this cafe and lived an ordinary life.

Meng Yizhen was wearing a white down jacket, scarf and sunglasses.

She was sitting in the booth in the corner, unconsciously stirring the coffee in the cup in front of her.

Those beautiful eyes that were originally smart and clear revealed a worried expression.

The door of the cafe was pushed open, and Li Changan walked in wrapped in a gust of cold wind.

The shopkeeper greeted him and said something to him.

Li Changan wandered around, and soon found the familiar figure.

He raised his finger and pointed at Meng Yizhen, the middle-aged shopkeeper smiled, and a flash of understanding flashed across his ordinary face.

Li Changan walked to the booth, and Meng Yizhen, who was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly woke up.

She raised her head, and a surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes:
"You came!"

Li Changan rubbed his frozen fingers, and said with a smile:

"This place is really hard to find."

Meng Yizhen pointed to the seat opposite: "Sit!"

Seeing Li Changan sat down obediently, an imperceptible joy flashed across her beautiful eyes:

"What would you like to drink?"

Li Changan waved his hand:
"No, you know, I don't like to drink this foreign drink."

"Yeah, you haven't changed your habits for so many years!"

Li Changan laughed dryly: "You called me to come out, what's the matter?"

Meng Yizhen looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, then said softly:

"Is there nothing wrong, so I can't ask you to come out and sit down?"

"I didn't mean that..." Li Changan tried to explain in embarrassment:

"You know, I've been a little busy lately."

As an insider, Li Changan did not believe that Meng Yizhen would not know about his plagiarism incident.

"Chang'an, I heard about you..."