His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

——Is the actor really innocent for participating in a plagiarized drama?

1L: This issue is going to be discussed badly!

2L: How could it be innocent?Don't be too heavy on the fan filter!Plagiarism is plagiarism!

3L: It is about Director Liu's "Time Convenience Store" and that so-and-so store?I don't remember the name, it's a small drama, money laundering and plagiarism, who can remember the name!

4L: What laundering/money?Do you have proof!What you say is slander!

5L: Fans of brain damage will come to jump so soon, those with brain damage want to eat brain damage chips, don't give up treatment!

6L: This building is crooked, this is not what we are discussing!

7L: I think actors are innocent. Think about it, what if the actors really don’t know that the script is plagiarized?Actors are neither authors nor screenwriters.

8L: How could it be innocent?Why don't actors study the script before accepting the script? With so much money, why don't they even read the script?If you don't know how to cherish your feathers, what's so innocent?

9L: That's right, under an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent!

Rong Mu checked the hot spots on his mobile phone, and sighed deeply: "This matter has been fermented on the Internet. We are a newcomer crew, and Director Liu has taken advantage of it. Now the public opinion is one-sided, and I doubt Director Liu will buy it." Sailors and pushers are gone."

Fang Fei crossed her legs: "Don't doubt, so many marketing accounts have been transferred, and the caliber is the same. They must have bought push hands, and the comments are all swiping. Director Liu is just a director, not top-notch. How could he have so many fans? Criticism? There is no doubt about it.”

Rong Mu said: "No, what should we do? Let them pour dirty water? If you don't clarify, I think...the file may be withdrawn!"

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As soon as Rong Mu finished speaking, the phone rang, and the caller ID was Liang Zhibai.

Rong Mu's face was wrinkled into a bun, and he said, "Liang Zhibai's phone call, he can't represent Youshi, telling us to cancel the file?"

"Bah bah," Yu Wenyan said, "Crow's Mouth."

Yang Guang said calmly: "No, Liang Zhibai is the chairman of the advertisement, and he is not the one to notify about the withdrawal."

Rong Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's right, that's the reason, then I'll pick it up."

"Hey," Rong Mu said with a smile, "Old Liang!"

Liang Zhibai's voice came from the phone, as if he hadn't heard any gossip on the Internet, his tone was very calm: "Rong Shao, is the crew free to have a meal? There is an advertiser who is very optimistic about your online drama and wants to vote for it." Advertising, if the negotiation is successful, there will be a long-term cooperation.”

It's an advertiser of FMCG. Whoever is popular with this advertiser can be seen to be rich and powerful. He is also an old partner of Youshi platform.Although the style of the food advertisement is not very high, it has a wide coverage and a large user base. Accepting this kind of advertisement will also help the crew and increase their popularity.

Rong Mu didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to him when he was in a state of desperation, so he immediately agreed, "All right, all right! Let's go, let's go!"

Liang Zhibai said: "Oh, by the way, and, the advertiser wants you to bring Yang Jian together, because it is a food advertisement for ice cream, so the advertiser also wants to invite Yang Jian to participate in the advertisement, the effect will be better."

Rong Mu hesitated, glanced at Yang Guang, and said, "Oh...then let me ask Guangzi."

Liang Zhibai said, "I'll send you a text message for the time and address."

Rong Mu hung up the phone and turned to look at Yang Guang. Yang Guang was sitting on the sofa holding the little bun Yang Jian. Just as Rong Mu was about to speak, Yang Guang said flatly, "I heard everything."

"Did you hear that?" Rong Mu said in shock: "Guangzi, are you a Shunfenger, or a calabash baby!"

Yang Guang: "..."

Rong Mu said again, "Then Guangzi, what do you mean?"

If Xiaotianbao can shoot an ice cream commercial, it will definitely be of great help to the crew. After all, Xiaotianbao is very popular, and the trend of Xiaotianbao will become popular every day.

But after all, it is Yang Guang's son, and Yang Guang has to make this decision.

Yang Guang frowned and said, "Jian'er can't eat sweets, please refuse."

Ice cream is a sweet food. If you advertise, [-]% of you will eat ice cream.

Rong Mu was right when he heard it, but he was a little resentful. If he rejected the condition of the advertiser, there would probably be nothing to talk about later.

Little Baozi blinked his big eyes, like a little angel, tugged at Yang Guang's sleeve, and said, "Dad! I can give it a try!"

Yang Guang said disapprovingly, "You can't eat sweets."

The little bun said: "Wo... I can hold an ice cream!"

Yang Jian was unexpectedly considerate and wanted to help. Yang Guang sighed, his son is good in everything, but he is too kind, and he is not at all like the son he taught.

He had no choice but to nod and promised to go over and have a talk.

Liang Zhibai sent them a message that the restaurant has been booked. It is very private. It is a high-end restaurant. If you book a private room, you can just report his name when you arrive at the place.

……

"I heard that the restaurant is going to have a VIP today!"

"Cheer up for me, don't neglect the distinguished guest!"

"What VIP?"

"You don't know this, are you new here?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"It's our VIP here, Liang Zhibai, the youngest advertising chairman of Youshi platform, wants to treat guests to dinner here. I heard that it's the Black Donkey Hoof crew and an advertiser who want to discuss cooperation here. Let me tell you, absolutely Don't be negligent, Xiao Liu, did you hear that?"

The young man in overalls smiled, with a hippie smile on his face: "I heard it, I heard it, don't worry, I will never neglect you!"

The young man was wearing a white waiter's shirt, a black vest on the outside, and black suit pants underneath. He was dressed very formally, but he couldn't hide his sloppy temperament.

It was Qian Xiaoliu, a reporter from Yingchuan!

Qian Xiaoliu walked to the corner, looked left and right, and made sure there was no one there, so he took out his mobile phone and pressed the dial button.

"Hey," Qian Xiaoliu said with a smile, "Director Liu."

"What do you want me for?" An impatient voice came from the phone: "Didn't you tell me that you don't usually contact me? What is my identity? A director who is about to be nominated for an Oscar, and you, a paparazzi reporter from Yingchuan, You call me, what if someone sees you?"

Qian Xiaoliu was not angry, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, you are right, I am not even qualified to call you, but Director Liu, I have important news here, do you want to hear it?" , still don’t want to hear it?”

Director Liu hesitated for a moment and said, "How much?"

Qian Xiaoliu said, "Not much at all, 5 yuan."

"5 yuan?" Director Liu said angrily, "Are you thinking about money and going crazy! Do you know how much 5 yuan is? A rookie actor with a professional background, enters the crew for 2000 to 3000 yuan per episode, and follows up to film 30 episodes." The TV series cost only 6 yuan or more, and you can pay 5 yuan for a bite, Qian Xiaoliu, your surname is really Qian!"

"Director Liu, listen to me..." Qian Xiaoliu swears, and is very rascal: "Isn't I working in a restaurant after work? Today I heard a news that Liang Zhibai from Youshi platform has an appointment with Hei. The film crew of Donkey's Hoof is discussing cooperation with the advertising agency, and it seems to be an in-depth cooperation...Liang Zhibai, that is Youshi's iron fist, as long as he makes a move, there is no cooperation that cannot be negotiated. Think about it, how cheap is this? Has Liang Zhibai personally talked to you about cooperation? No!"

Before Director Liu could answer, Qian Xiaoliu had already asked and answered by himself, and said: "If this cooperation is really negotiated, the Black Donkey's Hoof crew will have capital behind them, and if they want to clear up the plagiarism, what else will they do?" Isn't it a matter of minutes?"

Director Liu fell silent, but Qian Xiaoliu knew that he did not hang up the phone.

Qian Xiaoliu smiled and said, "I happen to be working in the restaurant, so I can enter the private rooms. If Director Liu agrees to my conditions, I can record their words. During the meal, I will definitely talk about the recent plagiarism incident. , edit it casually, and put it on the Internet at that time, isn’t it a real hammer? Are you afraid that you won’t be able to beat them to death?”

Director Liu was silent all the time, but Qian Xiaoliu heard Director Liu's breathing, and he became more and more anxious and anxious.

"Ah..." Qian Xiaoliu said intentionally, "I've been secretly calling for so long, Liang Zhibai is probably about to arrive, it seems that Director Liu doesn't want to cooperate, forget it, I'll hang up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Director Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Qian Xiaoliu said: "My bank card, you know, first deposit, 2 yuan."

Although Director Liu was not reconciled, he still hung up the phone. Qian Xiaoliu's cell phone rang soon after, it was a text message.

20000 yuan was entered into the account of a certain bank's text message.

Qian Xiaoliu kissed the phone, installed it, and hid it away. Shi Shi ran back and met the waiter in the restaurant, who said, "Xiao Liu, where have you been? Hurry up, don't be lazy." !"

Qian Xiaoliu followed suit and took the wine bottle in the other party's hand: "Let me deliver it for you, it's the private room in front, right?"

"That's right, this is the drink ordered by Mr. Liang, don't make a mistake, put it in the private room and arrange it neatly."

"Do not worry."

Qian Xiaoliu walked into the private room with a smile on his face, arranged the drinks, turned around and closed the door immediately, then took out a small recording pen from his pocket, opened it, put it under the sofa cushion in the private room, and made sure it was well hidden. Shi Shiran clapped his hands and walked out with an empty plate.

Yang Guang and others arrived at the restaurant as scheduled, and they were greeted by someone at the door of the restaurant, and they were welcomed in immediately, and respectfully sent to the door of the private room.

Liang Zhibai was already there. When he saw them coming in, he stood up and said, "The advertiser, Mr. Song, hasn't arrived yet. He said he was stuck in traffic on the road. He will be there in a while."

When everyone sat down, the waiter deliberately took a baby chair and placed it next to Yang Guang. After all, Xiao Baozi was too small and short, and he couldn't see the dining table when he sat on an ordinary chair.

Because the advertiser was late, everyone waited for a long time, Xiao Baozi was so hungry, seeing that Mr. Song was already an hour late, Yang Guang was a little impatient.

Liang Zhibai looked at the time and said, "I'll call Mr. Song."

Just as he stood up, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in from the outside. He was in good condition. His hair was all dyed black, but the roots of the hair were a little gray. He seemed to be a man on the verge of middle age. up.

"Mr. Song." Liang Zhibai was completely smiling, and walked over to shake hands with the other party: "You are here."

Mr. Song laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I kept you waiting for a long time. It's all because of the broken road. The fuckin' grass is stuck in traffic. This road is blocked, shit! I'm so annoying!"

When Yang Guang heard Mr. Song speak, he frowned again. There were children present, and Mr. Song personally proposed to meet Yang Jian to talk about filming commercials. As a result, he was full of swear words as soon as he entered the door, and he didn't care about it at all. the child's condition.

Liang Zhibai said naturally: "Mr. Liang, please sit down, let's order food, and eat while talking."

Mr. Song was completely unaware of his quality problems, and sat down with a mouth full of swear words, saying: "You're going to starve to death, you're paralyzed, it's time to order! Just order whatever you want, I'm late today, I should be punished." Punishment! I treat you paralyzed!"

Mr. Song saw the little bun Yang Jian again, and said: "This is Yang Jian, right? I only saw it on the Internet before, but I saw it for the first time today. Sure enough, there is a reason why he is popular! It's better than ordinary people. Bear cubs must be cute!"

The little bun blinked his big eyes, and said seriously: "Susu, it's not a good child to scold people."

For a while, the atmosphere was a bit cold, no one thought that Xiao Baozi would be so straightforward, Mr. Song said in surprise: "Curse people? Where did I swear? Is it more than a scolding? I just said it smoothly, this is just like the mantra , What does the grass twice have anything to do with it, does it?"

Rong Mu's smile was dry and cracked. This person's quality is not generally low. The key point is that he still thinks it's no big deal. Now Rong Mu regrets asking Yang Guang to bring Xiao Baozi out. What if he taught the child badly? Isn't it a great sin?

Liang Zhibai smoothed things over and said, "Mr. Su, let's go first? The white one or the beer one?"

"What the hell is so good about beer? You can grow chickens in your mouth if you drink beer! Of course it's white, it's so fucking strong!" Mr. Song didn't notice the cold scene at all.

After drinking a glass of white wine, Mr. Song's face turned red, and he didn't even know what to say, and he said in a rambling manner: "There are so many idiots on the Internet, all of them are keyboard warriors. I call you plagiarism, you are a fucking idiot! In my opinion, What the hell is plagiarism?!"

When Rong Mu heard this, he was a little moved. Although Mr. Song had no quality, he believed that they did not plagiarize, so he was inevitably moved.

As a result, the next moment...

"Let me tell you, what happened to plagiarism?! Is plagiarism illegal?! What year is it? Does anyone care about plagiarism?"

Rong Mu said awkwardly: "Song... Mr. Song?"

Mr. Song continued: "Those netizens who are clamoring for plagiarism are fucking sick! Plagiarism? Copying him?! Have the ability to sue! Is plagiarism so easy to judge? If you don't have the ability, you can just yell. Let me tell you, plagiarism... plagiarism is not fucking shameful! What's shameful is that it's shameful to be f*ckingly confused after plagiarism!"

Yu Wenyan's complexion immediately turned ugly. This script was adapted by him, and every word of the script was compiled by him, not an outline, but a script. All the scripts were compiled by him, without any help from others.

This is Yu Wenyan's hard work.

Yu Wenyan worked as an editor because he liked writing since he was a child, and he was also an author. Later, in order to eat, Yu Wenyan chose to be a screenwriter and entered this circle. He was able to adapt or write some scripts himself, which not only satisfied his own interests, but also Being able to earn a living is a very happy and sacred thing.

Yu Wenyan is not afraid of splashing dirty water, but what he is most afraid of is the things in front of him. Mr. Song has already determined that they plagiarized, but he doesn't think plagiarism is shameful.

Yu Wenyan couldn't help it, and said with a cold face: "Mr. Song, I think I should make it clear that our script is not plagiarized. I can recite every word, every punctuation, and every emotion in the script backwards and forwards." .”

"Hi!" Mr. Song said, "Don't worry! Don't worry! That's what I'm talking about! What's wrong with plagiarism? Plagiarism is the rule in the industry! If you want to fuck yourself in this circle, you have to abide by the rules! right?"

"No!" Yu Wenyan was so angry that he almost slapped the table, emphatically saying: "Mr. Song, our crew did not plagiarize."

The scene was very cold at one point, and it was almost below zero. Yang Guang remained silent, Liang Zhibai immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Song, let's talk about cooperation?"

Liang Zhibai was trying to smooth things over, but Mr. Song couldn't see it, and continued to talk about Yu Wenyan: "No, did I say you plagiarized? Didn't I just use an analogy?"

"I don't like this analogy," Yu Wenyan said.

Mr. Song said: "It's just an analogy! Isn't the analogy right? Isn't that the truth?! You see that you are online now, black and red, black and red! Thieves are fucking popular! Many people tell you to get out of the entertainment industry. circle, but in my opinion, this is a business opportunity! Do you understand business opportunities? Black and red, that is also red! It is better than unknown! In this circle, he is not afraid of black fire, he is afraid of not popular! Black fire There is also a degree of discussion, and when the degree of discussion is combined, the value is fucking comparable! Just like a woman's gap, there is always a squeeze, hahahaha, right?"

Mr. Song spoke very vulgarly, he talked to himself, and laughed to entertain himself.

Yang Guang's face was hard to see calm, and there was a tendency of storms coming. He put down the wine glass, and the wine glass hit the table, making a "da!" sound.

Then he said, "Mr. Song, before discussing cooperation, we should reach a consensus... Our crew has no plagiarism."

"What the hell are you doing so seriously!?" Mr. Song disagreed.

"It's better to be serious." Yang Guang said immediately.

Liang Zhibai looked at the faces of both parties, and found that they were not very good-looking. He raised his glass and said, "Mr. Song, I would like to toast you."

Liang Zhibai and Mr. Song started to drink. Mr. Song was addicted to alcohol. He drank one cup at a time. The attitude was that he wanted to drink to death. Liang Zhibai's alcohol capacity was amazing, and he also toasted one cup at a time, which made Mr. Song very comfortable.

After a few words, Mr. Song was fooled by Liang Zhibai. Liang Zhibai took out the contract from his briefcase, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "If Mr. Song thinks there is no problem, let's sign the contract while the iron is hot. After signing the contract, go to the next show, I know a private tavern that brews its own wine, and the taste is particularly good."

"It's...really?!" Mr. Song had already turned into a big tongue from drinking, he laughed and said, "It's still... you're the one! Then let's do it right now, fuck the contract... signed..."

"Mr. Song, you sign here, that's right."

"Haha, here? Sign here too? Sign...sign..."

Liang Zhibai tricked Mr. Song into signing the contract and put it in the briefcase. Then he let out a sigh of relief, loosened his tie, stood up, and said, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Liang Zhibai left the private room and headed for the bathroom, his steps were very steady, he didn't look drunk at all, he was very sober, Yang Guang frowned slightly when he saw him leave.

Liang Zhibai came out of the private room, took a deep breath, raised his hand to support the wall, his steady pace became a little slow, and he slid into the bathroom like a snail.

After entering the bathroom, Liang Zhibai's pace suddenly quickened, almost rushing into the cubicle, and then "vomited—" he vomited out, hissing and cracking his lungs.

After vomiting for about 5 minutes, Liang Zhibai came out of the cubicle and came to the sink. His tie was slightly torn, because he drank too much wine, it was really hot, and his exposed skin was glowing. blood red.

No...it's not the heat, it's allergies.

Liang Zhibai looked at the mirror and looked at the neckline. He seemed a little annoyed. He took out a small box containing medicine from his suit pocket, opened the box, poured out two pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. No water was needed. Just like that.

After taking the medicine, Liang Zhibai turned on the faucet, scooped up the water, and splashed the water on his face vigorously, splashing his hair wet.

"Guopuo, here's a paper towel!"

A childish voice came in from the side, Liang Zhibai turned his head and saw a little bean bun standing beside him, short in stature, with two small hands holding a paper towel high and padding his little feet Send it to yourself.

It's Yang Jian.

Yang Guang was also there, walked in at some unknown time, stood at the sink next to Liang Zhibai, rushed his hands, and said calmly, "You can't drink, why do you still want to drink?"

Alcohol allergies are not only modern, but also existed in ancient times. Yang Guang has seen people with alcohol allergies before. As long as he drinks alcohol, his whole body will become red and swollen. It hurts again. The key point is that this kind of allergy doesn't just grow on the outside of the skin. The allergic lumps don't distinguish anywhere. Sometimes they spread all over the throat, obstructing breathing, and can easily cause death.

In modern times, this dissatisfaction is called alcohol allergy.

Liang Zhibai shook the small medicine box in his hand: "I took medicine before drinking, but today I drank too much, so I took two more pills just now."

Liang Zhibai took the tissue from Yang Jian and said, "Thank you."

"No crab!" Xiao Baozi replied politely.

Liang Zhibai wiped his drenched face and hands, and said casually: "People like me have a bad background, so I have to work harder than others. If I say that I am allergic to toasting, the customer will only think that I am making excuses." , look down on him. I have been talking about cooperation for so many years, no matter what company I change to or what customers I meet, the most common sentence in the mouth of customers is "If you don't drink this cup, you just look down on me". Can you think highly of him after drinking this cup?"

Liang Zhibai looked at Yang Guang and said, "There is a saying, Mr. Song is right. These are the rules of the game. If you don't follow the rules, you won't be able to get along."

Yang Guang looked at Liang Zhibai calmly, sneered, and said, "The rules of the game? If you don't follow the rules, make up your own rules."

Liang Zhibai was taken aback, and looked at Yang Guang in amazement. Yang Guang's gaze was calm and serious, not like he was telling a bad joke.

This circle, 80.00% of the people know, the circle is dirty, full of all kinds of sayings, unspoken rules are not uncommon, such as cutting off beards, blackmailing, bullying, rape, suicide, depression, splashing dirty water , buying navy, etc., there are all kinds of things.

This is the rule. Everyone knows that if you can't abide by the rules, you will be kicked out, but Yang Guang said that you can make your own rules.

Liang Zhibai suddenly laughed and said, "Yang Guang, you are... different from before."

"Oh? Really." Yang Guang was not nervous because of Liang Zhibai's words, but said: "If I tell you that one day, I can redefine the rules of this circle, do you believe it?"

Liang Zhibai laughed hahaha, his previous smile was always gentle and full of hypocrisy, like a smiling tiger, but now, he can't help himself, there is no image at all, almost tears come out, maybe because of alcohol effect.

After Liang Zhibai laughed, he said, "I believe it. Until then, please count me in, and I can work for you."

Yang Guang said lightly: "It's a deal."

The two talked for a while, and the others were still in the private room, and it was inconvenient to go far, so they prepared to go back.

Pushing open the bathroom door, I saw a young girl crookedly coming out of the women's bathroom next door.

The girl was not very old, she looked like she was in her early years, she was wearing a very short skirt, and it was quite tight and low-cut, she was drunk, and she was wearing [-]cm high heels, and she walked wobbly Go, it's about to fall.

Walking out of the women's bathroom, there was actually another man.

The man stepped forward to support the drunk girl, and said, "little girl, are you okay? Why are you so drunk, let me help you!"

Although the man said so, he kept looking at the girl's chest, stretched his arms around the girl's waist, pretended not to care, and pulled her sling aside, the young girl almost disappeared.

The girl staggered and pushed the man, as if she wanted to refuse, but because she was too drunk, she had no strength at all.

The man said again: "Where do you live? It's so late, it's not safe to drive, or else...or, go to my brother's house?"

The man half-forcibly supported the girl, and was about to take her out of the restaurant. Yang Guang watched the man force the drunk girl the whole time, his eyes were full of indifference, as if he had no intention of stepping forward to help.

At this moment, a "Cheng Yaojin" came out, shouting in succession: "Oh, Miss Zhao, you are here, why are you here! Your friends are looking for you!"

The man dressed as a waiter rushed over and inserted himself between the man and the drunk girl, pushing the man away and supporting the girl himself.

Yang Guang took a closer look and found that the waiter was an acquaintance, having met twice before.

The paparazzi reporter from Yingchuan seems to be called Qian Xiaoliu, and I met Qian Xiaoliu at the press conference on the Youshi platform before.

Qian Xiaoliu supported the girl, and said to the man: "I'm sorry, sir, to make you worry, this lady came with her companion, she was drunk, and her companion is very anxious, I will just send this lady back to the private room gone."

"Sir," Qian Xiaoliu said again, "You've also been drinking, do you want me to call a driver for you?"

The duck that reached its mouth suddenly flew away, and the man glared at Qian Xiaoliu angrily, snorted coldly, and said, "Unlucky! What a fart for the driver!"

After finishing speaking, he left the hotel directly and strode away.

Qian Xiaoliu supported the crooked girl, and when he saw the man walk out, he breathed a sigh of relief, who knows the next moment...

Snapped! !

It turned out to be a big mouth, and it hit Qian Xiaoliu's face.

Qian Xiaoliu came to his senses after the pain, covered his face, and looked at the girl who slapped him in shock. The drunken girl who was staggering just now suddenly stood up straight, her pen was straight, she didn't look drunk .

The girl pushed Qian Xiaoliu and said cursingly, "Who the hell are you! What are you meddling with!? Did you grow up eating salt?! You must be insane!"

"Do you know that I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!"

"It's about to succeed, it's all because of you! Why are you meddling in your own business?!"

Qian Xiaoliu's hippie smile was blown away, and he was a little dazed. He pointed to the direction where the man left, and said, "So you did it on purpose...Miss?"

He purposely bit down on the word Miss, and the girl stared blankly: "Who do you call Miss! Who is Miss?! Who are you scolding!?"

Qian Xiaoliu laughed angrily, he didn't expect to be a good person and good deed, and there was a reversal, and said, "Are you fishing for golden turtles?"

Yang Guang had a clear expression on his face. He didn't come forward to help just now. In fact, he had already seen through it. This girl did it on purpose. Yang Guang saw through it at a glance. She was not actually drunk. Thinking of meeting Qian Xiaoliu here, Qian Xiaoliu's sloppy personality would even draw his sword to help in the face of injustice.

Standing beside him with folded arms, Yang Guang said, "Golden turtle? It's a catfish at most."

When the girl saw people watching, out of face, she pointed at Qian Xiaoliu's nose and said, "It's a bad thing for me! You wait, wait! I'm going to sue you!" After finishing speaking, she ran away immediately.

Yang Guang walked over and said, "Aren't you a reporter? Why are you still working in a restaurant?"

Qian Xiaoliu smiled and said, "Hey, isn't this poor? You can earn more."

Yang Guang just nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, it was someone else's life, and he didn't want to take care of it, so he led his son back to the private room.

Mr. Song is already drunk, the contract has been signed, and today's task is completed.

Because talking about the contract was not very pleasant today, everyone was holding their breath. Except for Fang Fei, even the math was drunk. Fang Fei said: "A bunch of drunks, please send them back. It's really annoying."

Fang Fei was not drunk and planned to find a substitute driver to leave. Yang Guang was not at ease. After all, it was already late and Fang Fei was a girl. What if something happened to her?

Liang Zhibai said very gentlemanly: "There is a hotel next to it, I can send them to the hotel to rest for a night."

Yang Guang nodded: "Fang Fei, I'll take you back."

Liang Zhibai asked a few waiters to help, and left the four drunks, Rong Mu, Gu Senye, Mathematics, and Yu Wenyan, while Fang Fei followed Yang Guang and Yang Jian out of the restaurant.

Walking out of the restaurant, Fang Fei smiled and said, "Hey, I went to the bathroom. Why did you and Liang Zhibai suddenly become so harmonious? Let me tell you, aren't you two old enemies? Sons of other people."

"Other people's sons?" Yang Guang chuckled and said, "Do you think that other people's sons can surpass me?"

Fang Fei: "..."

Fang Fei was speechless for a while, and then said, "Although it sounds reasonable, I always feel that something is weird."

When everyone left the restaurant, Qian Xiaoliu also helped to help the drunks to the hotel. Liang Zhibai was generous and gave Qian Xiaoliu a tip of 1000 yuan. Qian Xiaoliu took the money and returned to the restaurant in a good mood.

He returned to the hotel, immediately entered the private room, put the money into his pocket and patted it, then took out the recording pen from under the sofa cushion, and chuckled lightly.

"Hey," Qian Xiaoliu dialed Director Liu's phone number: "The recording is in hand, and the clip will be sent out tomorrow. Director Liu, please prepare the final payment. Yang Guang will... be confused this time."

……

Yang Guang sent Fang Fei home, watched her go upstairs, and then returned to his home with Xiao Baozi, because he slept a little late and woke up very late the next day.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Yang Guang woke up. For Yang Guang who never sleeps in, this time can be said to be quite late.

The little bun Yang Jian hadn't woken up yet, he was lying in Yang Guang's arms, like a little sloth, holding Yang Guang's arm with his little meaty hand, looking very dependent.

Yang Guang glanced at his son, but didn't move. After all, he came back late yesterday, and his son was always sleepy, so Yang Guang didn't bother his son, wanting him to sleep for a while.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the little bun was full of sleep. He pouted his mouth, stretched his waist, opened his eyes, yawned and said, "Dad, early duck!"

Yang Guang was lying down with a sore back, so he sat up and scratched the bridge of Yang Jian's small nose: "It's getting late, little lazy cat, you can have lunch soon."

The little bun rubbed his stomach and said, "Well...hungry, eat!"

The two of them washed up, and just as they were thinking about what to do for lunch, Yang Guang's cell phone rang.

Caller ID - Fang Fei.

"Yang Guang! Something is wrong!" As soon as Fang Fei answered the phone, Fang Fei's voice exploded from the phone: "Look at the Internet! I don't know who exposed the recording of our conversation with the advertiser yesterday! And it was edited Yes, it’s a mess, saying that we admit that we plagiarized!”

"Who did it?!"

"We were the only ones yesterday. Mr. Song is an advertiser, and the contract has been signed. There is no reason to do such a thing. Now their brand's stock is going to limit down. This kind of thing that hurts others and does not benefit oneself should not be Mr. Song what the hell..."

"Could it be... Liang Zhibai! The only person present is Liang Zhibai!"

Yang Guang said, "Don't worry, I'll take a look."

Yang Guang hung up the phone, opened Weibo, and sure enough, the news was flying all over the sky.

——"Plagiarism? What's the shame of plagiarism? After plagiarism, it's a shame!"

——"How about copying it? Black fire is also fire, and if it can be hyped up, it will be fire. The most fearful thing is that no one cares about it!"

——"This is the rule in the circle! Don't play if you can't afford it!"

What Mr. Song said yesterday was all published on the Internet. There was basically no editing of what he said, it was all "original", and there was no need for editing at all.

Then there is another piece of audio, which is Gu Senye's voice.

——"We are plagiarizing, what's wrong?"

Yang Guang frowned immediately, the voice was definitely edited, it was indeed Gu Senye's voice, but Gu Senyejue would never say such a thing.

If Yang Guang remembers correctly, Gu Senye's original words yesterday were - "It is obvious that the person who plagiarized was Director Liu, but we just can't stand plagiarism, what's wrong?"

Now it's all right, Gu Senye's words were edited, it sounded very crazy, and it became a hot topic on the Internet.

——Gu Senye get out of the entertainment industry!

——It's not unreasonable to be confused!

——Plagiarism kills the whole family!

Yang Guang's face was very ugly. At this moment, the phone rang again. Yang Guang thought it was Fang Fei calling again, but the caller ID was Rong Mu.

Rong Mu said anxiously, "Guangzi! What should we do? We're stuck in a hotel!"

Liang Zhibai sent them to the hotel yesterday, but for some reason, early this morning, after the recording incident, the location of their hotel was exposed by human flesh, and many troublemakers ran to surround the hotel.

"We are in the hotel now, and we don't have a car, so we can't get out at all. Can you find someone to pick us up by car!"

Yang Guang said in a deep voice, "I'll be there in a while."

Yang Guang and Fang Fei talked on the phone, Fang Fei said: "I can drive, let me drive, I don't feel at ease if others come, I will drive to pick you up."

Yang Guang was worried about leaving his son at home alone, so he took his son out together and met Fang Fei. Fang Fei drove a nanny car, and the two went to the hotel.

Many people gathered at the entrance of the hotel, Director Liu's fans