Chapter 1080

Pah.

Several documents fell on the desk, Jin Yi slumped heavily into the boss chair, and let out a long sigh of extreme exhaustion.

Qin Jue returned to the crew safely, but Jing Xinghe was still being bitten by the shabby union. Jin Yi used all means to pry openly two or three members of the union, and successfully paid money to settle the matter privately. The others were unmoved and insisted on going to court and making Jing Xinghe apologize publicly on Weibo.

The organizer who led the group was even more outrageous. A small lawyer who came from nowhere was full of justice and was very stubborn. Jin Yi personally asked him to meet, and coercion and inducement were all useless. He was really afraid of being stupid. In the end, Jin Yi's mouth was broken but he couldn't make the other party give up the idea of ​​class action, and his blood pressure soared.

However, after all this trouble, Jin Yi's suspicion of "other people besides Qin Jue intervening" was greatly increased. After all, in the eyes of the outside world, what the "Jing Xinghe Public Apology Association" said is all true. If the association is really arranged by Qin Jue, just making up two serious false information can blacken Jing Xinghe to the point where he can't turn over. No matter whether it is clarified in the future or not, Jing Xinghe will definitely be tarnished.

...Although it's not much better now.

Jin Yi's face is full of vicissitudes.

He picked up his mobile phone and looked at the news. Although Jing Xinghe was involved in a legal dispute, he was not completely dead yet. Today, he still had to run for the variety show notice he had signed before. This guy was beaten up by Qin Jue in the air and is now keeping his tail between his legs. He listens to Jin Yi's words and keeps a low profile to avoid the limelight. He takes the initiative to report the trivial matters to his agent on Feixun. Such behavior can be said to be Jin Yi's only comfort so far.

After confirming that there was no new moth, Jin Yi continued to check the information. He had to find out which rival took the opportunity to use Qin Jue's power to mess with Jing Xinghe.

As a well-known agent of Canhua Entertainment, Jin Yi has many artists under his command. Apart from those potential stocks that have not yet grown up, he has three second-tier stars under his care, two men and one woman. Jing Xinghe is the best and most valued among them. Jin Yi does not want to give up such a cash cow.

Thanks to those true fans who are crazy about Jing Xinghe, Jin Yi feels that it is also a good time to abuse fans and make money.

Jin Yi is busy looking at investigation materials, searching for public opinion on V blog, and calling to exchange intelligence. He frowned. Someone happened to call the office at this time and said that there was an anonymous express for him downstairs, with the note "You'd better open it as soon as possible." Although the things were delivered by Qinyi Logistics and could be guaranteed not to be dangerous goods, the words in the postscript were too threatening. The front desk was undecided and asked Jin Yi whether he wanted to sign for it.

Jin Yi smacked his lips in annoyance: "Sign! Just leave it there after signing."

There are always brainless fans who have enough free time to send disgusting things to the agent. In their perspective, their brother is always the most perfect. If there is a flaw, it must be the agent and the company that are stupid. Therefore, they often turn their love for their brother into corresponding hatred and then take action. Jin Yi has encountered similar situations before, but he didn't take it seriously. He hurriedly gave an order and hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the same call came again. This time there were two express deliveries, and the remarks were the same, as if they were from the same person.

Jin Yi cursed and said impatiently: "Sign, sign, sign!"

Another half an hour later, the landline in the office rang for the third time. This time the number doubled. Four express deliveries with the same remarks and the same appearance were waiting for Jin Yi.

"Damn it!"

Jin Yi cursed angrily, knowing that there was a brainless fan squatting at the door of the company and insisted on him seeing it, so he asked the front desk to send all the express deliveries up.

Soon, such a pile of objects was placed on Jin Yi's desk. Since he was here, Jin Yi was annoyed, so he tore one of them with the idea of ​​venting his anger.

There were only two pieces of paper in the cardboard.

Jin Yi glanced at it unhappily, and the fragmentary content he saw at this glance made him freeze in place, sweating profusely.

The paper was printed with pictures of him and the model entering and leaving the hotel room, obscene chat records of the two, and private photos.

There was also text below, which was a marketing account-style explosive article that was extremely exaggerated but very suitable for the public's reading interest. It roughly described how Jin Yi, the agent, was dirty in private. Not only did he have sexually transmitted diseases, but he also frequently took Jing Xinghe to and from vulgar places. The two of them played a lot of tricks, and gathering with many people was a piece of cake. They even worked together to have sex with minors, and the circumstances were quite serious.

Jin Yi was suffocated. Damn it, what a rumor! Jing Xinghe was rubbish in that aspect, and he only played games all day long!

If it weren't for this, Jin Yi wouldn't feel comfortable bringing Jing Xinghe along. Impotence is better than promiscuity, right? !

However, despite his anger, Jin Yi understood what the sender wanted to convey:

I have evidence of your promiscuity and words to smear you. When the news gets out, everyone will know that you, Jin Yi, the agent, and the artists under your management are not clean.

The threat was obvious, but Jin Yi searched for a long time and didn't find any information. He didn't know whether it was to pay money to keep silent or to do things for others. The panic of private photos leaking and the fear brought by the unknown were like two hands squeezing his throat at the same time.

Jin Yi began to eagerly open other express packages. The more he opened, the colder he felt. He thought the contents of these express packages were the same, but he didn't expect that the "gold content" of the documents also increased with the number of express packages. When he finished opening all seven express packages, more than half of his private affairs had been printed on paper. Counting the inflammatory rumors attached to the pictures, Jin Yi knew without thinking what the consequences would be if it was made public.

There is a lot of evidence here 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 express delivery can be sent to him, it can also be sent to others.

But after all the express delivery was opened, Jin Yi still couldn't find any contact information, and couldn't guess the sender's intention at all.

The phone rang again, exactly half an hour later.

Jin Yi jumped up like a frightened dog and rushed to the phone: "Express delivery?! Who sent it! Who is it!"

The person on the other end of the call was startled by him and timidly said: "Teacher Jin Yi, this is an anonymous courier..."

"Leave the courier there!"

"...Teacher Jin Yi, the courier is delivered by a drone..."

I c——

Jin Yi could barely breathe, and said in a panic: "Sign it, sign it, and then send it over quickly."

A few minutes later, the girl at the front desk came up with eight express packages.

After Jin Yi opened these eight express packages, people went crazy.

Who is the person opposite? ! All his privacy and scandalous history have been dug up!

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

Jin Yi couldn't help but mutter. He put all the documents he had taken out into a pile and held them in his hands with a guilty conscience. Time seemed to be a death curse. He was afraid that in half an hour, sixteen express packages with different pictures and articles from different marketing accounts would come to him.

Facts have proved that Jin Yi’s prediction was right.

When he hurried downstairs, the girl at the front desk looked at him with something wrong, but he didn't care about it. He quickly signed for the sixteen express packages in person, and then took them back to his office as if running away.

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

Half of the last eight letters had almost realistic eyes drawn on them, and the other half used A4 paper to make puzzles. After Jin Yi finished the puzzle with trembling eyes, he realized that it was a multiple-choice question about pictures.

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

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

At the bottom is a row of large portraits, starting from Jingxinghe, with the artists currently in charge of Jin Yi printed all over, with a letter marked under each face.

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

Sweat dripped down Jin Yi's forehead, and his few sanity barely worked under the extreme tension—could it be that he was not his opponent, but one of his own? !

Which of the artists he led had a backing, forcing him to give up Jingxing River and use resources to support others? !

Who is so scary!

...And you can tell me directly!

Jin Yi's hand holding the pen couldn't stop shaking. How should he choose? Who to choose? Single choice or multiple choice?

He frantically searched for memories in his mind, trying desperately to deduce from clues which of his or her artists had details that proved he or she had a strong background. However, the brainstorming did not help Jin Yi make a decision quickly. Half an hour passed before he knew it, and the sweet ringtone of the landline was as terrifying as chasing a ghost, scaring him out of his wits.

Thirty-two express parcels.

Sixteen eyes, sixteen puzzle pieces, it's still the same picture multiple choice question.

Jin Yi'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 guess the sender's intentions, and always pay attention to whether the outside world has any revelations about him. He also has to think about what he can do to avert this sudden disaster. His energy is already on the verge of being so nervous. Withered, the eyebrows are swollen and painful.

Half an hour, only half an hour.

The next time is... sixty-four!

Jin Yi, who was completely passive, 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 at all times, every time he moved. My heart trembles a little.

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

Seeing that half an hour was coming, Jin Yi collapsed completely and drew an X on Jing Xinghe's face with an oil-based pen.

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

He has no idea who to choose now or which ones to choose, but he must not choose Jing Xinghe anyway, right? Is that so? !

The two strokes even scratched the paper. Jin Yi collapsed on the boss's chair, staring at the clock and glancing at the phone out of the corner of his eye.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Half an hour is up.

The office is quiet.

Jin Yi almost grabbed the receiver out of reflex, but paused in mid-air. He waited and waited with disbelief and hope.

The bell stopped ringing.

It seemed like everything was over.

Jin Yi trembled, carefully moved the phone towards him, and checked at the front desk to see if there was still courier delivery.

He got a negative answer.

"...Oh, okay."

Jin Yi responded numbly, his voice rough.

He put down the receiver and remained dazed for two minutes before finally lying down on the table and breathing heavily amidst his violent heartbeat.

The knot...is over.

It's really over.

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

There was a "buzzing" sound, and Jin Yi, who was already frightened, trembled violently, and almost reached for the landline phone again, but then he realized that it was the phone vibrating.

When he opened it, he saw that it was Jing Xinghe who had made the announcement, and his tone of report was very sweet.

Jingxing River.

Jingxing River.

These three words and Jing Xinghe's face suddenly appeared in front of Jin Yi, transforming into a vast ocean of express delivery, papers full of scandals and marketing articles, and eyes.

He screamed "Ah!" and almost roared and sent a voice message: "Don't come to me!!!"

Jing Xinghe on the other side seemed to be frightened and asked flatteringly: "Brother Jin, are you okay? What happened?"

"I told you not to come to me!"

Jin Yi shouted wildly, "I don't care! I'm not your agent! Get out of here!"

The disgust in his voice almost broke through the screen, and Jing Xinghe, who was in another province, was immediately panicked and at a loss.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin!" He called the voice call, with a little crying, "What's wrong with you? You can't just ignore me!"

"Get out, get out!"

Jin Yi collapsed and roared, and the A4 paper on the table that was spread out like a puzzle was lifted up by his movements and flew around.

It was like a wonderful and ironic drama.

…

In the spacious room, the computer screens in the corner flashed twice at the same time, lit up together, and slowly showed the shape of a forest green snake.

The green anaconda swam slowly in the screens, and its snake eyes reflected the figure in the middle of the room.

It was a back figure. The amazingly thick black hair was like a vine that stretched freely, covering the neck and back of the person, and even the antique wooden chair he (she) was sitting on was mostly covered, and then it fell on the tile floor, forming a dark net.

From a distance, there was an inhuman cold horror.

The green anaconda continued to twist, and after a while, a soft and sticky childish voice that did not match its appearance sounded:

"Is this all right?"

The mopping black hair gently dragged, scraping across the messy scrolls, documents, and white papers on the ground, causing a rustling sound, followed by a faint smile without much emotion.

"Yes." The man said.

After hearing the sound, I could tell that the person sitting in the chair should be a young man.

A slender hand reached out and took the paper on the coffee table next to him. Perhaps because of the robe on his body, the ordinary action was also full of ease and ease, and vaguely revealed an elegance that was not in line with modern times.

The paper was printed with faces of different sizes, which could be considered the same face. The one that had not grown up yet, the one on the ID card, the one before plastic surgery, the one after plastic surgery...

It was Jing Xinghe.

Turning over the back, the same layout, a different face, it was Jin Yi.

The thin paper was put into the shredder by this hand.

It was so thin that the sound of it breaking into thin strips was non-existent, and it quickly dissipated in the air like bubbles.

There was only a sigh of condolence in the room.

4000+, 2.1 and 2.2 updates in one.

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