I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

"How are you sure? I will do this." Song Qingyue who hung up the phone felt relieved, loosened his neckline, and unbuttoned the first and second shirts, revealing his white collarbone, white in the dark. Gotta shine.

Lin Zhiyin stared at her: Song Qingyue in the dark, with a slight mocking smile on his lips, his eyes had changed at some point.

Works perfectly.

Lin Zhiyin also smiled, "The operator is mine."

"If you say another answer, he'll pretend he didn't hear and hang up."

Song Qingyue applauded lightly, "Beautiful." She sat down on her seat carelessly, lost her previous respect and entanglement, and poured herself a glass of water directly, "Why did you do this?"

Lin Zhiyin smiled, "A good gambler will treat himself as a bargaining chip."

Song Qingyue nodded lightly, and squeezed the bone china cup tightly with his fingers, "You are forcing me, Mom, you are forcing me."

Force her to make a choice between family affection, kindness, and the bottom line of thought.

"You see, the bottom line you stick to is actually not important all the time." Lin Zhiyin played with the gun in his hand, dismantled it beautifully and reassembled it.

She looked at the girl in front of her with admiration—no, after the phone call just now, she thought that Song Qingyue had grown from a child to an adult.

Works perfectly.

"By the way, you can take a look at this." Lin Zhiyin smiled and opened the title page of the document.

It's all blank.

Song Qingyue's expression sank in an instant, and he flipped through the pages, first quickly and then slowly, from one page to the next.

Every page is blank.

She raised her head suddenly, the light in her eyes was sharp and frightening, "What do you mean?"

"Song Chaodu has no evidence to put me to death," Lin Zhiyin chuckled, "otherwise he would have made a move a long time ago. It's me who needs to go through this."

"Why?" Song Qingyue murmured.

"It's not in our interest to be entangled with Song Chaodu." Lin Zhiyin will take out a bullet from the magazine and hold it in his hand to play with, "The longer it drags on, the more the Lin family will be divided, and there will be more scumbags. Follow Song Chaodu's wishes."

"We want to centralize power. If it continues, it will run counter to our direction."

"But I have no way to break the game," she said softly, looking at the brass-colored bullet in her hand, "then smash the game."

She got up, stood behind Song Qingyue, put her hands on her shoulders, leaned down, and said softly, "I'm leaving the stage for now. Next, it's your stage."

"Why not Lin Qingqian?" Song Qingyue felt that the night was getting more and more crazy, she stretched out her hand and pinched herself hard to make sure it was not a dream.

"I need to make sure that you are worthy of Lin Qingqian." Lin Zhiyin smiled contemptuously, "As you were before, really, Lin Qingqian has been restrained by you all this time."

"So only you can sing this play."

"Besides, I have prepared enough chips for you." Lin Zhiyin sat down and looked at Song Qingyue burningly, "What did Lin Qingqian give you?"

Song Qingyue looked at her warily, "What do you mean?"

Lin Zhiyin smiled and crossed her hands, "I asked Li Zimu and Secretary Zhang to call Lin Qingqian and revealed something plausible. She should make some preparations, and of course this preparation can only be given to you."

She smiled tolerantly, "It's okay, I don't need to ask, but I hope there is at least a suicide note, so that the chips in your hand will be considered thick."

She also took out a document from the drawer and signed it, "Bring this with you when you go to the board of directors. By the way, there are also the official seals of me and Lin Qingqian."

Although time is running out, she is still nagging about making final arrangements, "Lin Qingqian is best at using public opinion to attack people's hearts, so I blocked public opinion this time, and she probably hasn't got any news yet. , after all, the net in that ravine is not very good.”

She patted Song Qingyue's head, "But I still took double insurance and used another thing to divert public attention."

She motioned to Song Qingyue, "You open Weibo."

Song Qingyue took out his phone silently and clicked on it.

#罗永出柜，自己断爱情#Explosion

"I called Luo Yong, and he agreed immediately, even Xiao Liang couldn't come back." Lin Zhiyin sighed, "Qing Qian made a good friend."

"Kill two birds with one stone," Lin Zhiyin looked at Song Qingyue who was frozen in place, and chuckled, "Now everyone should eat melons, no one will notice some insignificant changes of Lin's, my identity is not ordinary, the police will Follow the confidentiality policy."

"Besides, Brother Yong probably hasn't got Mr. Luo's permission to release the news now," Song Qingyue took over, "Mr. Luo should be furious now, and he doesn't have the energy to pay attention to this."

"That's not bad." Lin Zhiyin patted her on the shoulder gratifiedly, "I knew it, you're not stupid, you're just a little stubborn, knock off your damn stubbornness, you're as good as Lin Qingqian."

Song Qingyue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, remembering Lin Qingqian's words.

"You have to make sure that you will always be what you are now."

"It's not anymore." She whispered to herself.

"I still have some arrangements," Lin Zhiyin told the actress-to-be one by one of all the stages he arranged, "Jin Shan and Zhu Gong have come to S Market, and Jin Shan will go straight to the Shanghai Stock Market to join Luo Zhu and stand against Mr. Luo After discovering the pressure from Mr. Luo, she is a troublemaker, and she is the head of the Xie family, so she should be able to handle it. The bamboo cup is right outside the door, so you don’t have to be so afraid when you go to the board of directors.”

The siren rang outside the door, and Lin Zhiyin looked back at the study with nostalgia, "Do you have anything else to ask me?"

Song Qingyue was silent for a while, then said, "I have a very curious hypothesis."

"If Lin Qingqian has not recovered, if she is not capable enough to completely take over the Lin family, what will you do?"

"Good question," Lin Zhiyin said softly, "Then I will support Lao Song's resolution very much. The Lin family needs major reforms, and the Lin family should withdraw from the Lin family. But okay,"

She paused, "To completely eliminate the influence of the Lin family in the Lin family, there is one biggest obstacle."

"It's you." Song Qingyue said softly.

"Yes, so, I will use external force," Lin Zhiyin smiled, "Is there a plan that is not mature, and Xie Wenting should send me to the hospital for similar reasons—or other reasons—in the name of revenge? prison."

"Wenting will use the power of the Xie family to completely smash the Lin family. After eliminating all my influence, I will give you the Lin family." She looked at Song Qingyue softly, "I believe in you, you can borrow Chaodu's strength and Wenting's help allowed Lin to stand up again."

Song Qingyue's eyes slowly turned red, "Why me, not Lin Qingqian?"

"Lin Qingqian, who has not yet recovered, is too sentimental. Being sentimental means that her heart is not hard enough, which means that she will never become a moral vacuum."

"The most basic quality of a leader is a moral vacuum."

"It seems to me that I will become that kind of person?" Song Qingyue sneered.

Lin Zhiyin patted her on the shoulder, pointed to the other side, "Look over there."

Song Qingyue looked over as he said, and there was a mirror there.

In the mirror is myself.

She looked at herself expressionless, a sweet smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, but her eyes were still dead silent.

"Look at the person in the mirror," Lin Zhiyin said with a smile, "I'm very satisfied."

There was already a knock on the door downstairs, and Zhu Gong seemed to be waiting beside him, and opened the door for someone.

Song Qingyue turned his head, his dead eyes burst out with incredible energy.

"I have one last question."

"You said."

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"Did you kill Mu Huacheng?" Song Qingyue looked at Lin Zhiyin closely.

Lin Zhiyin laughed, leaning back and forth.

"The answer is very important to me." Song Qingyue said lightly, "It's nothing funny."

"mom."

Lin Zhiyin calmed down, staring at Song Qingyue with pleading eyes, and slowly calmed down.

"No."

Song Qingyue showed a relieved smile and watched the police break in.

Lin Zhiyin smiled and raised her hands. There was a gun and a round of bullets on the table.

The silver bracelet clasped her wrist, and the policemen turned a blind eye to Song Qingyue, and took Lin Zhiyin and the gun away with a correct and respectful attitude.

When she reached the door, Lin Zhiyin stamped her feet, turned around, looked at Song Qingyue, and spoke softly.

"You can believe in fairy tales."

Song Qingyue watched her leave, sat silently behind the desk, and opened the file Lin Zhiyin had left for him.

Equity transfer agreement.

suicide note.

"Mother and daughter, they are really the same." Song Qingyue smiled.

A small slip of paper fell out from between the two documents.

Bring your thousands of horses and horses, although you will inevitably fight alone in the end. [1]

She was silent for a while, and opened the drawer.

Inside was a photo, with yellowed curls, of two girls, holding hands and laughing.

"You also know you can't take this away." Song Qingyue murmured to himself, "Why? Ashamed?"

Among all the arrangements, Lin Zhiyin's most proud move - Xie Wenting's arrangement was not included.

Probably because they knew they were in Wanfo Mountain, and they didn't want to disturb that old friend.

Zhu Gong came up silently and knocked on the door, "Miss Yue, tomorrow's board meeting."

Song Qingyue didn't look up, but just stretched out his hand.

Zhu Gong handed her some still warm photos.

"Sister Zhugong, you can accompany me tomorrow." Song Qingyue said softly without looking up.

"I will always be by your side, Miss Yue."

"Help me get the folder out of the suitcase."

She sat behind her desk, unscrewed Lin Zhiyin's pen, and signed her name on the "Equity Agreement Transfer Letter" that Lin Zhiyin left for her.

It's been a long time since I wrote such a formal name, and she is a little unfamiliar.

Zhu Gong quickly took the documents in the blue folder.

Song Qingyue quickly signed the equity transfer that Lin Qingqian had left for him, holding the "marriage agreement", silent for a long time, and slowly, stroke by stroke, write his name in block letters.

"You still need a formal suit." Zhu Gong put away the documents, "It may be too late to order now."

"Go and choose one of Lin Qingqian's."

She got up, walked to Lin Qingqian's room, and pushed open the door of her cloakroom.

Her eyes wandered among the formal clothes, stopped in front of one, and took it off.

"That's it."

A slim-fit double-breasted suit with blue and black stripes, and a double-breasted waistcoat with the same color lapel collar.

The outfit that Lin Qingqian wore for herself on the set of "The Lone Wolf".

Lin Qingqian said it was a "battle robe".

She put on her coat, buttoned it up, and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little dazed.

When I wore this one last time, it was like a child stealing an adult's clothes, but now it fits well.

Zhu Gong stood silently behind her, put on the collar support for her, and pressed the wrinkled places to fit.

"You have a good eye." Zhu Gong looked at Song Qingyue through the mirror, and saw Lin Qingqian standing in front of him in a daze.

Song Qingyue looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, then shook his head.

"There's something missing."

Zhu Gong handed over the ring.

Song Qingyue was silent for a while, then took it and put it on his middle finger.

"Just this one, take it and iron it." Song Qingyue took off his formal clothes, and walked into his room through the Unicom door, "I want to be alone."

"As you wish."

Song Qingyue was walking aimlessly in the room. When she realized that she had stopped, she looked up and saw the bookshelf in front of her.

She chuckled and took a book from the shelf.

"Lone Wolf".

She remembered when Lin Qingqian made a bet with Luo Yong that she would choose this script when she was choosing the script.

Lin Qingqian, who won the bet, said it was because she liked this book the most when she asked why.

Actually, yes and no.

Why do you like this one the most?

Because Lin Qingqian gave it to her.

She directly turned to the last page. Xiao Shiyi, who had already changed her name to Xia Geyun, was sitting alone in front of the window, looking at Shang He, who had no longer had Chen Yingfeng.

A pigeon flies by the window.

She looked up.

A pigeon flies by the window.

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"What's the matter? Chairman Lin is late today?" At the daily board meeting, more than 20 directors sat at the table, looking at the vacant seats on the first seat in confusion.

Several core directors sitting at the top exchanged a look, and the eyes were full of confusion.

Except for Li Bing, she lowered her head and said nothing.Song Chaodu had an extremely uneasy premonition in his heart. He looked at the door frequently, expecting his old friend to appear.

Three 10 minutes later, still no one came.

"Is the meeting still going?" The discussion became louder and louder. Except for a few core directors who hadn't spoken yet, the people below were restless, not knowing what happened.

"Quiet!" Song Chaodu yelled angrily, then coughed a few times, and sat in the first place, "Boss Lin may have something to do, I'll act as my agent."

"Why can you act as an agent?" A cold voice came from outside the door.

Zhu Gongmian pushed open the door expressionlessly, with his head slightly lowered.

Song Qingyue walked over slowly and casually with the folder in his hand.

She waited outside the door until Lin Zhiyin's person in the monitoring room told her that Song Chaodu couldn't sit still, and then she opened the door with a bamboo cup and came in.

"It's the first meeting of the board of directors, so I'm late." She sat in the first seat, looked at the stunned directors, and smiled.

"Are you surprised?"

Song Chaodu blinked his eyes, somewhat unclear about the current situation.

There was a lot of noise underneath, "Miss Yue, how can you sit there?"

A trace of regret quickly flashed across Song Qingyue's eyes - if it wasn't for Song Chaodu who said this sentence, its power would be greatly reduced.

She smiled, opened the blue folder, and threw out the documents one after another.

"This is Dong Lin's equity."

"This is Mr. Lin's shareholding."

"This is their suicide note, which contains detailed instructions, and all property is given to me."

"This is... the marriage agreement between Mr. Lin and me."

"This is their official seal."

She looked at a group of dumbfounded directors and smiled happily, "Why can't I sit here?"

Song Chaodu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Zhiyin?"

"Good question," Song Qingyue smiled, looked at the old man with the same surname as himself, imitated Lin Zhiyin's tone last night, and threw a few photos over.

She feels that her acting skills have reached a new breakthrough today.

All the directors saw the crazy and vicious smile in Song Qingyue's eyes, with the most ferocious curse, "You don't know what happened to Director Lin?"

She threw over two photos.

Song Chaodu took it with a dazed expression, lowered his head to look, and exclaimed instantly, "Impossible!"

Above it is a group photo of Lin Zhiyin being taken away by the police.

"What kind of play are you acting in?" Song Qingyue raised the corners of his lips, "You don't know about it? Isn't it in your best interest?"

Li Bing, who was sitting next to her, took one, looked at it, pursed his lips, and passed it on as if nothing had happened.

Soon, all the directors looked at Song Chaodu with strange eyes.

Song Chaodu just looked at the photo in a daze, as if he looked much older all of a sudden.

Song Qingyue ignored him, and just picked up the meeting agenda, "I stopped this matter in time, and it hasn't been leaked yet. The police promised to keep it secret, so let's have a meeting."

Today's meeting is not just a simple nod. There are specific requirements to be implemented and decisions to be made.

"Lin...Miss Yue, there is a new project at the branch office that needs to be verified."

Lin Qingqian's words were in her ears, "The first ax is called collecting information."

"Is there any report to hand in?" Song Qingyue flipped through the tall documents.

"not yet……"

Song Qingyue paused his movements, heaved a sigh of relief, his face was still serious, "Which step have we reached?"

"It's just a PPT now, and it will take time."

Standing beside her, Zhu Gong bowed slightly and drew a line with his nails on the bidding deadline.

"The third ax is called accountability."

"Of course, putting the power of punishment in your own hands has another advantage when leading the company: for example, finding a reason to punish dissidents, or turning big things into small things to win people's hearts."

The bamboo cup was attached to her ear, and she said softly, "Song."

Song Qing became clearer, and said coldly, "There are still two months to submit the proposal, and it's still a PPT now? What do you do as the general manager of the branch?"

The general manager wiped his sweat, unable to figure out Song Qingyue's way, subconsciously complained and explained, "Miss Yue, we have difficulties..."

Zhugong poked Song Qingyue's lower back.

"I don't care what your reasons are or not," she sneered, looking around, "Everyone, I don't want to talk big, I'm still a college student, and I'm really not good at managing companies."

"But I understand the simplest truth, whoever can get on, let him get on, and if he can't get on, get out!"

The general manager shivered and nodded hurriedly.

In a panic, he looked at Song Chaodu.

Song Chaodu gave him a look.

The general manager regained his confidence, and still smiled respectfully, "Then, Miss Yue, can you give me an idea?"

"The second ax is called apportionment."

Song Qingyue's expression softened a little, "What's the difficulty now?"

The general manager complained endlessly, "The task is too heavy. This is an area that Lin has never been involved in. There are no ready-made documents for reference..."

"It's just that the task is large, so it can be done, right?" Song Qingyue interrupted him forcefully again, "Divide the tasks, each vice president is responsible for one piece, and the vice presidents are further divided. Whoever is responsible for which part must be recorded and implemented. If it is in place, everyone will work overtime and pay three times the overtime salary, and whoever can't finish it won't have to stay."

Song Qingyue's eyes were burning, and her momentum was like a rainbow. "If you don't finish it, you don't have to do it. Let..." She looked at Li Bing's gesture and locked on a Lin family's iron rod. "Let Vice President Chen go!"

"Yes, Miss Yue."

After Song Qingyue announced the end of the meeting, everyone stood up and bowed to Song Qingyue, even Song Chaodu stood up and bowed slightly.

Li Bing sat on his seat without squinting. When everyone looked over in surprise, he got up and bowed slightly to Song Qingyue.

"Yes, Song Dong."

Articulate clearly.

Everyone looked at Song Chaodu, and the old man waved his sleeves and strode away.

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"Calm down." Song Qingyue wiped the cold sweat off his face, sat in Lin Qingqian's office, and looked at Zhugong.

Zhu Gong smiled and raised his thumb, "It's very imposing."

"The yin and yang strange energy should also be in place?"

"Well, now the WeChat group of the company's top management is already attacking Song Chaodu for his injustice."

Zhu Gong analyzed for her, "If things go on like this, the previous grassroots, those who relied on friendship, will stand by us, and those who don't rely on friendship and strength, because the strength you showed and the ability to completely stand on our side Li Bing will gradually lean towards us, not to mention Mr. Lin is here."

She looked at Song Qingyue and said with a smile, "Both parties have already played their cards. Now Mr. Lin directly overturned the table and sent himself to the police station. After going through the procedures of the public security department, even if Song Chaodu really has Nothing, nothing can be done."

"In other words, you won?" Song Qingyue muttered to himself.

"Be more precise, the balance of victory is tilting." Zhu Gong said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good." Song Qingyue buried his face in his palm, and slowly sobbed.

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"What's the situation with Lin Zhiyin?" Song Chaodu called with a dark face.

"I don't know either. The secrecy is too strict. I only heard that you should go in."

Song Chaodu hung up the phone and angrily dropped the cup in his hand.

"Zhiyin, Zhiyin, it's really you." His eyes were red, "You can do so much work in a week."

"Since you lifted the table first, don't blame me for smashing the table!"

He made another call, Xiangjiang's.

"Hey, arrange some cars, Lin Qingqian is now at the border."

"She's dead, Song Qingyue can't make any waves."

The author has something to say: Filling the Pit 1: Chapter 63

Xie Wenting... even did not hesitate to play the Lin family completely for Song Qingyue.

Under the hint of the author, it seems that Lin Zhiyin's imprisonment is also the handiwork of this author.

……

And at the end of the story, Xie Wenting even returned the dilapidated but still existing Lin family to Song Qingyue.This move created a frenzied wave of favorability and caused countless book fans to scream crazily.

Filling the hole 2: "The Lone Wolf" is a dark line, you should see it, do it for reading comprehension (dog head)

Filling the pit 3: Dalin is very black, Xiao Song is black

However... still not finished

I seem to have a premonition of something, let me bark first!

Woohoo!

The next chapter is Kobayashi's stage!

[1]: If I remember correctly, it is the old thief's book, Long San