Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 1051

Snapped.

A few documents fell on the desk, and Jin T slumped heavily into the boss's chair, letting out a long and exhausted sigh from his throat.

Qin Jue returned to the crew safely, but Jing Xinghe was still bitten by that shabby union. Jin T tried his best to pry two or three members out of it, and successfully gave money to others, but the others were sloppy. If you don't enter, you will have to go to court for anything you say, and let Jing Xinghe publicly post a v blog to apologize.

The leading organizer was even more outrageous. A little lawyer who came from nowhere had a sense of justice, and he was too "shafted" to die. Jin T personally asked him to meet, and all threats and lures were useless. Yes, in the end, Jin T's mouth was broken, but he couldn't dispel the other party's idea of ​​a class action lawsuit, and his blood pressure soared with anger.

However, after such a lot of tossing, Jin T's suspicion of "other than Qin Jue intervening" has been greatly increased. After all, in the eyes of the outside world, what the "Jingxinghe Public Apology Association" said is all real. If the association is really arranged by Qin Jue, just making up two fake stories with serious plots can make Jingxinghe unbearable. Turn over, no matter whether it is clarified or not in the future, Jingxing River will definitely stink.

...Although it's not going anywhere right now.

Jin T is full of vicissitudes.

He picked up his phone and looked at the news. Although Jing Xinghe was involved in legal disputes, he was still not cool down. Today, there is still a variety show announcement that he signed before. This guy has been beaten honestly by Qin Jue, and he is now acting as a man with his tail between his legs, obediently listening to Jin T and keeping a low profile to avoid the limelight. He takes the initiative to report trivial things to his manager on Feixun. This behavior can be said to be Jin T so far The only consolation.

After confirming that there were no new moths, Jin T continued to check the information. He had to find out which opponent took advantage of Qin Jue's momentum to mess with Jing Xinghe.

As a well-known manager of Canhua Entertainment, Jin T has a lot of artists under his hands. Leaving aside those potential stocks that have not yet grown up, he looks after three second-tier stars, two men and one woman. Jing Xinghe is the best in it, and is also the most valued. Such a cash cow, Jin Ting, still doesn't want to give up.

Thanks also to those true fans who were crazy about making money for Jing Xinghe, Jin T felt that now is also a good time to abuse fans and make money.

Looking at the investigation materials, searching public opinion on the v blog, and exchanging information on the phone, Jin T was so busy that he frowned, but someone called the office at this time, saying that there was an anonymous courier downstairs for him, and the note was "You'd better Take it apart as soon as possible." Although the item was delivered by Qin Yi Logistics, it can be guaranteed that it is not a dangerous item, but the postscript was too threatening, and the front desk couldn't make up his mind, so he asked Jin T if he wanted to sign for it.

Jin T smacked his lips a little annoyed: "Sign! Let's put it there after signing."

There are always some stupid fans who are free enough to send disgusting things to their managers. From their point of view, their brother is always the most perfect. If there is any flaw, it must be the idiot of the manager and the company, so they often turn their love for brother into corresponding Hate to act again. Jin T had encountered a similar situation before, and he didn't take it seriously, so he hung up the phone with a hasty order.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the same phone call came again, this time it was two couriers with the same notes, as if they were from the same person.

Jin T scolded a curse, and said impatiently: "Sign, sign, sign!"

After another half an hour, the landline in the office rang for the third time. This time, the number doubled. Four couriers with identical notes and identical looks were waiting for Jin T.

"Oh shit!"

Jin T cursed,

Knowing that this was a fan with cerebral palsy sneaking around the door of the company, he insisted on watching, so he asked the front desk to bring up the courier.

Soon such a pile of objects was placed on Jin T's desk, and they were all coming, Jin T was being irritable, and he took apart one of them casually with the idea of ​​tearing it up to vent his anger.

There are only two sheets of paper in the cardboard.

Jin T glanced angrily, and with just this glance, the sporadic content he saw suddenly made him freeze in place, sweating profusely.

What was printed on the paper were pictures of him and the model going in and out of the hotel room, their obscene chat records, and photos of their private house.

There is also text at the bottom, which is an extremely exaggerated but very popular marketing news article. It roughly describes how messy Jin T, the manager, is in private. In the venue, the two played a lot of tricks, and it was trivial for many people to gather together. They even had a partnership with minors, and the plot was quite serious.

Jin T was suffocated watching. Fuck it, it's all a lie! Jingxinghe's side is **** to death, all he can do is play games all day long!

If it weren't for this, Jin T wouldn't be at ease with an artist like Jing Xinghe, impotence is better than promiscuity, right? !

However, the anger is the anger, Jin T understands what the sender wants to convey:

I have evidence of your mess in my hand, and I have the ability to dirty you. When the news gets out, everyone will know that your manager, Jin T, and the artists under your hands are all dirty.

The threat was clearly on the surface, but Jin T searched for a long time and found no information. It is not clear whether it was paid to seal it or someone else did it. The panic of private photo leaks and the fear of the unknown are like two hands clenched at the same time. his throat.

Jin T began to eagerly open other couriers, and the more he opened them, the colder he became. He thought that the contents of these couriers were all the same, but he didn't expect that the "gold content" of the documents would also increase with the number of couriers. By the time he finished dismantling all seven couriers, more than half of his private matter had already been printed on paper. Counting the inflammatory words that came with the pictures, Jin T didn't need to think about what would happen if it were made public. s consequence.

There is no lack of evidence that he tried his best to grab resources for personal gain, not to mention making it public, even if it was sent to the enemy, it would be enough for him to eat a pot.

If the courier can be sent to him, it can also be sent to others.

But after dismantling all the couriers, Jin T still couldn't find any contact information, and he couldn't guess the sender's intentions at all.

The phone rang again, no more, no less, exactly half an hour.

Jin T sprang up like a frightened dog, and hurriedly rushed to the landline: "Express delivery?! Who delivered it! Who is it!"

The person on the other end of the call was taken aback by him, and said timidly, "Mr. Jin T, it's an anonymous courier..."

"Let the courier stay there!"

"...Teacher Jin T, the delivery is a drone..."

I c——

Jin T barely caught his breath, and said in embarrassment: "Sign, sign, and send it here quickly."

A few minutes later, the girl at the front desk came up with a total of eight couriers.

After Jin T opened the eight express packages, he was going crazy.

Who is the person on the other side? ! All of his privacy and history of pickle h have been dug up to the bottom!

"Who are you, what do you want to do..."

Jin T couldn't help but chanted, he organized all the dismantled documents into a stack, and held them in his hands guiltily. Time seemed to be a urging curse, and he was afraid that in another half an hour, sixteen couriers with different pictures and articles with different marketing numbers would rush towards him.

Facts have proved that Jin T was right.

When he rushed downstairs in a hurry, the little girl at the front desk looked at him with strange eyes, but he didn't care about these, and quickly signed for the sixteen packages, and then carried them back to his office as if fleeing.

There are no new photos in the first eight letters, only lace soft texts with changing patterns but heart-wrenching words.

Half of the last eight letters had realistic eyes drawn on them, and the other half made a puzzle out of A4 paper. Jin T shivered and realized that it was a multiple-choice question.

The most common and childish kind of multiple-choice question.

The title is only: [I choose (?)]

At the bottom is a row of big head portraits, starting from Jing Xinghe, printing all the artists that Jin T is in charge of now, with a letter marked under each face.

What's the meaning? What's the meaning?

Jin T's sweat dripped down from his forehead, and the few rational minds barely functioned under the extreme tension-could it be the opponent, or his own? !

Was it the artist he brought with a backer that forced him to give up Jing Xinghe and use his resources to support others? !

Who is so scary!

...and you can talk to me directly!

Jin T's hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably, how should he choose? Who to choose? Single or multiple choice?

He frantically searched for memories in his mind, desperately trying to figure out from the clues which artist under him had what details to prove his or her profound background. However, the brainstorming did not help Jin T to make a quick decision. Before he knew it, half an hour passed, and the melodious ringtone of the landline was as terrifying as chasing a soul, which scared him out of his wits.

Thirty-two couriers.

Sixteen eyes, sixteen pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, it is still the multiple-choice question of the picture.

Jin T's lips trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot. In just a few hours, he was tortured until he was only one step away from a mental breakdown.

The unknown is too scary. He has to speculate on the sender's intentions, and he has to always pay attention to whether the outside world has his revelations. He also has to think about what he should do to stop this sudden disaster. His energy is already on the verge of being so tense. Exhausted, the eyebrows are swollen and painful.

Half an hour, only half an hour.

Next time is... sixty-four!

Jin T, who was in a completely passive position, almost wanted to scream hysterically in the office. While looking at the multiple-choice questions and the faces marked with letters such as abcd and so on, he stared at the clock on the desktop all the time. Every time my heart trembles.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed.

Seeing that another half hour was coming, Jin T had a complete breakdown, and drew an x ​​on Jing Xinghe's face with an oil-based pen.

he does not know! He doesn't know! !

He didn't know who and which ones he should choose now, but he definitely didn't choose Jing Xinghe anyway, right? Is that so? !

The two strokes even scratched the paper as they were drawn down. Jin T slumped on the boss chair exhausted, staring at the clock and the landline out of the corner of his eye.

Tick, tick.

Half an hour is up.

The office is very quiet.

Jin T almost grabbed the receiver on a conditioned reflex, but he stretched his hand halfway and paused in the air, waiting in disbelief and hope, and waiting again.

The bell didn't ring again.

It's as if everything is over.

Jin T was trembling, and carefully moved the landline to his side, and checked with the front desk whether there was still a courier delivery.

He got a negative answer.

"...Oh, okay."

Jin T responded numbly, with a difficult voice.

He put down the receiver, and was stunned for a full two minutes before finally lying down on the table, breathing heavily amidst the violent heartbeat.

Knot... It's over.

It's really over.

It turns out that "abandon Jingxing River" is the correct answer.

When the "buzzing" sound came, Jin T, who was already frightened, trembled suddenly, and almost grabbed the landline with his hand, only then realized that it was the mobile phone that was vibrating.

When I opened it, it was Jing Xinghe who made the announcement, and the tone of the report was very well-behaved.

Jingxing River.

Jingxing River.

These three words and Jing Xinghe's face suddenly appeared in front of Jin T's eyes, transforming into ocean-like express delivery, paper full of scandals and marketing articles, and eyes.

He yelled "Ah!", almost roaring and sent a voice message: "Don't come to me!!"

Jing Xinghe on the opposite side seemed to be terrified too, and quickly asked flatteringly, "Brother Jin, are you okay? What happened?"

"I told you not to **** come to me!"

Jin T broke his voice and yelled, "I don't care anymore! I'm not your manager! Get out of here!"

The disgust in the voice almost burst through the screen, and Jing Xinghe, who was in the province, was immediately at a loss for what to do.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin!" He made a voice call and said with a little cry, "What's wrong with you? You can't leave me alone!"

"Get out, get out!"

Jin T broke down and roared, and the A4 papers on the table that were laid out as puzzles were lifted up by his movements and flew into chaos.

Like a wonderful and ironic drama.

In the spacious room, the screens of the computer group in the corner flickered twice at the same time, all lit up, and slowly took on the shape of a forest green snake.

The green anaconda swims slowly in the screens, and the snake eyes reflect the figure living in the center of the room.

That is a back view. The astonishing thick black long hair spread down like wanton stretched vines, covering the person's neck and back, and even covered most of the ancient wooden chair he (she) was sitting on, and then staggered down on the tiled floor~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ weave into a dark net.

Looking from a distance, there is an inhuman cold terror.

The green anaconda continued to wriggle, and after a while, a soft and waxy child's voice that did not match its appearance sounded:

"Is that all right?"

The black hair mopping the floor gently flicked across the messy picture scrolls, documents, and white papers on the ground, causing a burst of [emailprotected]@ crackling noises, followed by an emotionless smile.

"Yes~www.mtlnovel.com~ That's humane.

After making a sound, it was recognized that the person sitting in the chair should be a young man.

A slender hand stretched out and took the paper on the coffee table next to it. Perhaps it was because of the clothes on his body, but his ordinary movements also showed some ease and freehand brushwork, vaguely revealing an uncontemporary elegance.

There are big and small faces printed on the paper, which can be counted as the same face for the time being. The ones that haven't opened yet, the ones on the ID card, the ones before plastic surgery, the ones after plastic surgery...

It is Jingxing River.

Turn over the back again, the same typesetting, but a different face, it is a gold T.

Thin paper is put into the shredder by this hand.

It was so thin that there was no sound when it split into thin strips, and it quickly dissipated in the air like bubbles.

There was a sigh of condolence in the room.

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