Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Billions [MTL]

Chapter 16- First Encounter

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Intense battle

After all this tossing, it was already dusk.

The factory area is on the outskirts of the city, a three-hour drive from the villa in the city center.

When Qing Qin returned home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Xiaolihua has an automatic feeder, but it is full of food and drink.

Qing Qin buried his head in the cat's belly and took a few breaths. The warm smell brought him back to the world.

He ordered takeout neatly, thinking about it, and added Mango Snow Maiden.

I enjoyed the meal, and after taking a bath, Qing Qin lay down in his luxurious big bed and put the mango pillow by hand.

Perfect, although I had an unhappy day, at least I can have a peaceful night.

The next second, the phone rang.

Qing Qin turned his head and stared at the blood-red President Li, and pressed the answer button with a heroic and decisive mentality.

Mr. Li's voice was very excited: "Now that the Internet has completely lost its advantage in public opinion, netizens are holding boycott activities, which is really good!"

Duo -

he hung up Mr. Li's phone.

Qing Qin closed his eyes and pulled the quilt over his head.

It must have been a hallucination just now, nothing happened.

Less than a minute later, the quilt was lifted.

Qing Qin sat up straight, took out his phone and started searching.

This time it was a hot search on FunFun.

#Fun boss beats#

#FunFunDoes a fake certificate#

tag The following people are excited, and they don't give Qing Qin any chance to turn the tide.

He really wanted to cry but had no tears now: Friends, let's stop sending people off, okay? I beg you!

Unfortunately, Mr. Zhang couldn't hear his prayers and was still working on continuing to die.

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Qing Qin couldn't sleep anymore. He rushed downstairs angrily and sat in front of the piano. The first movement of the Symphony of Destiny flowed out.

Come on, I'm going to hold my fate by the throat!

In the past two days, the popularity of youth campus films has been rising steadily through the turmoil of Qiqi.

The director smiled brightly, and his mood of just getting by was put away, and he started to stay up late to rush to work, striving to release the drama a schedule earlier than the popularity of Qiqi.

Not to mention the two protagonists of the daily paddling, even Lou Quan was tossed enough. He hadn't slept a lot in the past two days, so he finally managed to return to the villa nearby.

There's nothing good about this villa, it's just quiet.

Lou Quan fell asleep at dusk, peaceful and dreamless.

Lou Quan woke up from the dream until a series of "deng deng deng deng" sounded like the devil knocked on the door.

Covering his head, he sat up and heard the piano music coming from next door.

Damn, isn't there anyone on the other side? This idiot has been playing the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny over and over again!

Lou Quan finally stood up with a sullen face. The light of the street lamp filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting his angular face into two bright and dark pieces. .

After thinking for a moment, he decisively pulled out the microphone and stereo from the storage room, went to the balcony, cleared his throat, and sang in pure and strong Italian: "Che bella cosa e' na jurnata 'e sole..." The

sound insulation here It was really bad. The sudden singing made Qing Qin tremble and play a wrong syllable.

He listened attentively to someone on the opposite side. Indeed, it was singing "My Sun", abbreviated as: My Sun.

It's over, disturbing people in the middle of the night was sued by the bitter master.

Qing Qin hesitated and stopped the piano music.

The singing didn't stop, it was a passionate and generous voice.

Half an hour later, Qing Qin decided to come to the door to negotiate.

"Dong dong dong."

No one opened the door.

Qing Qin could only shout at the top of his voice: "I'm sorry, I don't play, so don't you sing, okay?"

In response, he was turned up by two decibels of music, and now the whole building vibrated.

Qingqin: ...

Heh, who's not a baby, I've never felt this kind of

anger at my age! He turned around angrily, connected the microphone to the piano, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny began again!

The music sounded a night.

The next morning, the two doors opened simultaneously.

Suits and sunglasses, looking like a dog, she didn't see the behavior of the kindergarten children last night.

Qing Qin wanted to sneer when he thought about the dark circles on his face, but the opponent was a head taller than him, so he might not be able to fight with his hands.

Unexpectedly, the opposite door rushed towards him first.

"You are the President of Qibao Qing," Lou Quan said, only to make a sound of anger.

I didn't pick it up last night, and when I remembered the recording, my voice was hoarse.

He rolled the throat lozenge around in his mouth expressionlessly.

In Qing Qin's eyes, this is provocation!

The hair on his body exploded, and he couldn't see it clearly at night. Today, he recognized his face at once.

Isn't this the little star who didn't act well to promote Qiqi? New worries and old hatreds flooded into his heart, Qing Qin rubbed his shaking wrists, he made a mistake, and he took it away last night. .

Even so, he couldn't lose his momentum. He raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Last night, there was no winner. I plan to come to a real person to compete

."

Qing Qin only felt that this person was going to fight and not fight. A big man was blocking the light here, frowning and looking at him.

A horn broke their confrontation.

Lou Quan tilted his head, yes, the agent urged him to go back to acting.

"Speak or not." Qing Qin hugged his chest impatiently.

"My throat is hoarse." Lou Quan still failed to make a sound, the sugar rolled around in his mouth, and the iconic coolness of Houbao spread.

There is.

Carrying a laryngeal baby with you is not a hoarse voice.

Qing Qin saw him suddenly bow his head, and the next second, his chin was pinched, and a piece of candy was put into his mouth.

The man seemed to feel that the hand felt good, and his thumb rubbed his lips a few times on purpose, and then tapped his lips inexplicably.

Qing Qin's entire body was petrified.

Lou Quan consciously explained it clearly, thinking about taking out a business card and a small check and stuffing them into President Xiao Qing's pocket.

Medical bills still have to be paid.

When things were done, he turned and left.

Qing Qin regained his senses, subconsciously turned sideways, and kicked with his legs.

Boom!

Hit the bullseye.

For the first time in his life, Lou Quan was forced to have a close contact with the ground.

The instigator passed by him in a hurry, and seemed to snort.

After waiting for the Mercedes-Benz, Qing Qin remembered to see what a certain rogue gave him.

A check for three thousand dollars.

This is... prostitutes, isn't it? Sir, this can also make money. Brokers are confused. Their ancestors were beaten to the ground by playing hooligans like this?

He was so frightened that he hurried out of the car and went to see how the eldest young master was doing: "How is it, where is the injury?"

Lou Quan slowly stood up with the manager's shoulder, shook his head, and just leaned against the wall to enter the house , changed into a bright and bright clothes, and then got in the car and went to the hospital.

"My eldest young master, what are you doing now? Does your back hurt? I'll ask the director for a leave of absence. What's going on with that person..." The agent talked all the way, but didn't hear the slightest sound.

He looked back, good guy, this uncle just brushed his phone and didn't hear him at all.

After completing the inspection and taking the report, the agent realized that his artist used his voice too much and lost his voice.

"Isn't it, uncle, you can still use your voice too much with your cherishing energy."

Lou Quan typed on his mobile phone indifferently: "Ask the director for leave, and I won't be filming for the next two days."

"You can use dubbing . , you're fine with your mouth shape, the director is anxious to film this time..." The agent quickly persuaded.

Lou Quan turned a deaf ear and walked away with his long legs.

The agent managed to catch up, and saw that he was asking if he knew: "How to stop the kitten from being noisy in the middle of the night?" He

even gave a thumbs-up to the answer that he was more active.

Well, we might as well be a cat.

The agent thought sadly, and then reacted: "You have a cat! How many times have I said that you should discuss with me about raising a pet, what a suitable subject for speculation.

" ." Lou Quan typed.

The agent had to ask again, but this man lost his voice and didn't spit out a word.

The so-called unparalleled blessings, misfortunes do not come singly.

Qing Qin just sorted out his mood and came to the company all the way, and bad news is still pouring out.

"Mr. Qing!" Li Zhi walked in joyfully with a stack of documents.

Qing Qin leaned on the office chair, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked over with dead fish eyes: "Tell me, is Zhang Shan falsely accusing Qibao of being officially stamped or certified by our well-known trademark.

" His eyes sparkled, "I handed in the materials today, our evidence is very detailed, including the materials endorsed by netizens to prove the public's knowledge of Qiqi, the relevant materials in the archives that prove that the Qiqi trademark has been used by Qibao for a long time, The early advertisements of Qiqi shared by netizens in the nostalgic activities can be used as propaganda activities and related materials, as well as tax payment and sales over the years..."

Qing Qin heard it loudly: "After the materials are submitted to the intermediate court, there are still a few more The processing of the working day is full of dreams, and I can't be sure now."

"Mr. Qing is right," Li Zhi quickly put away his smile, "I'm sorry, the main reason is that the country has started to liberalize the certification of well-known trademarks in recent years, and recently I'm a little excited if I want to use ours as a typical example." At the

right time and place, Qing Qin couldn't think of any way to lose the lawsuit, he sighed helplessly and waved his hand: "You go. Right ."

Besides, he still remembers the red-eyed appearance of Mr. Li that day, alas, trouble.

Said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao had arrived, and President Li came in immediately, with the same expression of joy on his face, that he was about to speak.

"Stop, there's no need to announce the good news, just talk about business." Qing Qin rubbed his forehead.

"Manager Sun has already given us the best part of the carbonated beverage shelf, and Brilliance has been completely removed from the shelves in Jingli. Yuanru's contract can be signed now. Once the information about our new factory comes out, Yuanru has absolutely no doubts about our supply. Goods ability!"

Qing Qin nodded numbly: "I still have to trouble you about the relocation of the new factory. Post the recruitment notice, and Qibao will need to recruit a few more people."