Three days later, Ji Qinyang saw Biscuit's so-called uncle Li Fanghe in his studio where he had been emptied. The other party saw that he was quite polite, so he said a few polite words before getting to the point.

"There is no future for domestic band development now." Li Fanghe lit a cigarette for himself and was rejected when he handed it to Ji Qinyang. He didn't care. He took a few sips before continuing: "Qian Mo has the conditions to fly solo. If you are willing, you can write songs for him... Isn't it a word? What's the name? The gold medal producer?"

Ji Qinyang's expression was cold. He heard the other party talk for a long time before slowly saying: "I can't control all my style. I have no objection to him flying alone. But the negotiations that should have been done before. There are still a few months left for the five-year contract. Do he have to give me an explanation?"

The uncle of the cookie smiled: "Contract? What contract?"

Ji Qinyang was stunned for a moment. He frowned slightly before he realized something was wrong: "What do you mean?"

Li Fanghe smiled and took out two texts from the drawer. One was a contract signed by Ji Qinyang with the band five years ago, and the other was a relatively new one. Ji Qinyang had never seen before.

"To be honest, our company has not had very good benefits." Li Fanghe pressed the cigarette butt on the table: "It's really beyond my expectations that you young people can make such a big one... Sen Mao, do you know?"

Ji Qinyang's heart slowly cooled down. Sen Mao, one of the largest entertainment companies in Beijing, signed up for the band as Sen Mao.

Li Fanghedao: "It's a coincidence that they fell in love with your band as soon as they acquired our company, but unfortunately you didn't sign a contract with us at that time, so it's not easy to buy out you. Qian Mo is a child, too old, but he is smart and sensible." He threw the newer contract in front of Ji Qinyang: "It's really better to skip us and sign a buyout agreement with Sen Mao directly, isn't it?"

Sen Mao’s contract is more than fifty pages, among which Qian Mo directly represents the band in his personal name, and Ji Qinyang is directly classified as the behind-the-scenes producer. Sen Mao is quite conscientious and does not treat behind-the-scenes production, so Qian Mo dared to sign it directly but didn’t know Wen Tao and the others.

But he didn't expect that after five years, Wen Tao is now completely centered on Ji Qinyang, and even hesitates to turn against him.

"Sen Mao didn't know that those songs were all yours. Although your original contract listed those points, it was released in the name of the band. Qian Mo himself graduated from Yangyin again, so his level would not be much worse." Li Fanghe shook the last cigarette in the cigarette box and said lightly: "The insiders don't care, let alone those supporters of your band, reshuffle the cards and firecrackers. Who knew that there was someone like you?"

Ji Qinyang held the contract and said nothing. Li Fanghe glanced at him and said with a pity: "It's a pity to be behind the scenes based on your external conditions. This time the lead singer flew away, Sen Mao had thought that you would personally take it during the competition."

Ji Qinyang's eyes moved to the other party's face, and he said coldly: "Tell me, what are you going to do with me?"

"Smart people are really smart people." Li Fanghe clapped his hands with cigarette in his mouth: "Sen Mao means that he hopes you can be behind the scenes, and he still has money, so he has to give them songs. If you are disobedient..." He took an envelope from his hand and shook it open. It was filled with photos of Wen Tao drinking and taking drugs.

Ji Qinyang glanced indifferently and smiled indifferently: "Since you've broken up, do you think I'll still care about the people in the band?"

Li Fanghe tskated: "Don't worry, you can ignore them, what about this one?"

Ji Qinyang watched the other party pull out Xie Meng's photos from below. Many of them took photos of them intimately at home. Ji Qinyang didn't know how long ago those people had been staring at him. The most recent photo was a photo of Xie Meng kissing him downstairs at home three days ago.

"I remember that you work in the bank, right? I've just been promoted recently?" Li Fanghe picked up a photo and looked carefully: "It's not easy. I've only graduated for 4 years. It's not as hard as a small city. It's much harder to work harder in big cities. I don't know if these photos are poked..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out. He grabbed the other person's collar and pressed the man's head hard on the table. He freed up a hand to stuff the photos into the other person's mouth. Li Fanghe couldn't even say anything painful, but he only knew how to whimper and struggled. Ji Qinyang pinched his neck expressionlessly, forcing him to swallow all the photos into his mouth.

"You can do anything to me." Ji Qinyang patted Li Fanghe's face. The other party's mouth was covered with blood, and his words were vague.

Ji Qinyang sneered: "If Xie Meng encounters anything, I don't know what I will do, do you understand?"

Li Fanghe nodded quickly.

Ji Qinyang did not let him go: "Where is the backup?"

Li Fanghe took out a USB flash drive from his pocket tremblingly.

Ji Qinyang took it into his hand, and he twisted Li Fanghe's arm and slapped the person hard again. Li Fanghe was so scared that he screamed: "No more! That's all! It's really nothing! No more!!"

Ji Qinyang said nothing. His expression was cold and hard, supporting Li Fanghe's back. He pushed him with no strength. With a "click", the other party's entire arm was removed.

The pain of dislocation made the other party almost speechless. Li Fanghe rolled his eyes and could only make a similar sound. Ji Qinyang let go of him and patted the corner of his clothes. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of Li Fanghe, lit the cigarette that the other party had not finished smoking before and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

Li Fanghe slowly calmed down, his lips moved, and said in a weak voice: "Yes, can you... connect my arms, connect..."

"I've asked a few questions." Ji Qinyang sat on the chair and looked down at him: "Who is watching Xie Meng?"

Li Fanghe: "Qian, the person Qian Mo is looking for."

Ji Qinyang nodded without any emotion: "Where is our studio?"

"Sen Mao has dealt with it." Li Fanghe swallowed: "They sent someone to pull everything to the headquarters... I really only know this. They asked me to wait here to talk to you, and I'll come."

Ji Qinyang stood up, Li Fanghe hurriedly and hid, until Ji Qinyang took his broken arm up, he realized that the other party really let him go this time.

"You, are you going to Senmao?" Li Fanghe supported the ground, and he boldly advised: "Don't cause trouble... Beijing City is so big, you can't beat them at all."

Ji Qinyang opened the door, turned his face and said calmly: "I have something important to forget there, and I have to get it back now."

Qian Mo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of Senmao. He was holding Ji Qinyang's headphones in his hand. Because he had been preparing for the competition song, the other party had been eating and sleeping in the studio for almost a long time, discussing the competition style and content with Wen Tao. Until something happened, he didn't take away anything.

Senmao's second boss Mo Gengyu hung up the phone and walked to him: "What? I can't bear to leave?"

Qian Mo glanced at him.

Mo Gengyu touched the other person's face frivolously: "He is here, do you want to meet?"

Qian Mo blocked his hand impatiently: "You said he almost crippled Li Fanghe. Do you think I will meet again?"

"It's said that □□ is unrighteous, and actors are ruthless." Mo Gengyu laughed: "It seems that there is still some truth."

Qian Mo was too lazy to talk to him more and stuffed the headphones into the other party's hand: "He must have come for this, just help me return it to him."

Mo Genyu spread his hands, and finally he just made an expression of "obeying orders".

When Ji Qinyang arrived in Senmao, he was not blocked or embarrassed. Mo Genyu personally received him.

As a famous second-generation ancestor in the capital and a playboy, Mo Gengyu always felt that his primary goal in life was to play with handsome men and beautiful women all over the world. So when he saw Ji Qinyang, his heart was swaying, but when he thought of the other party's way of dealing with Li Fanghe, his heart became thrilling...

"Actually, that contract is very favorable for behind-the-scenes production." Mo Gengyu felt that he was still a person who cherished talent: "You don't have to get into such an embarrassing state with us now. If you become famous in the future, the company can also package you..."

Ji Qinyang looked at the other party with a smile. He was filling out the contract for termination. After reading it, he signed the autograph directly. Because he was not as rich as a tycoon, he could write a check. Ji Qinyang took out the card and handed it to the secretary and the lady, and asked her to use the POS machine to make a breach of contract fee.

This is not a small amount of money. Mo Gengyu suddenly couldn't continue to persuade him, and he seemed to have been slapped twice on the face.

"My identity is clear and not suitable to be an artist." Ji Qinyang got the card back with a plain expression: "As for making wedding dresses for others, I have no interest."

Mo Gengyu smiled angrily: "You are quite strong."

Ji Qinyang did not refute, and he asked another question: "One of the things in the studio before was my headphones, so I can take them back."

"It's up to you." Mo Gengyu smiled and pointed out the window without a smile: "But all useless rags are thrown in the recycling yard behind. I don't know which one is yours, why don't you look for it?"

Behind Senmao is a large abandoned square, with musical instruments, scrap scores, computer cases that are not used in the main building, and spider webs and dust everywhere, which are piled up almost more than four or five meters.

Ji Qinyang looked up for a while, and he took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, wearing only a vest, and then bent down and pulled it carefully in a pile of scraps.

Many people passing by stopped and looked at him.

Ji Qinyang was unaware of anything. His hands were covered in dust, and he looked around again and again in the scorching sun.

When Qian Mo saw this scene upstairs, he could hardly believe his eyes. He grabbed Mo Genyu's secretary and said anxiously: "What are Ji Qinyang looking for?"

The secretary hesitated for a while before he couldn't bear it, "Mr. Mo said he would throw his headphones there... let him find them by himself."

Qian Mo: "Where are the headphones now?!"

The secretary thought for a while: "It seems that he is right next to Mr. Mo, so he must have been taken to the car?"

Qian Mo frowned, and he looked at the square again. Ji Qinyang searched for more than an hour before stopping. The other party sat on a large chassis, his head and face were dirty, and his expression was exhausted.

Qian Mo pursed his lips. He didn't dare to go there, so he could only take out his cell phone and send a text message to the cookies.

Xie Meng was in a bank meeting when he received the call from the biscuit. He came out of the conference room and put his cell phone in his ear and said "feed".

"Thank you, thank you Brother Meng?" Biscuit was nervous: "I'm going to bother you... Can you come out?"

Xie Meng frowned: "What's wrong?"

The voice of the biscuit was crying: "Yi, Brother Yimei has drunk too much... can you come and pick him up?"
Chapter completed!