Ding Mingcheng's complexion suddenly turned to the extreme.
"Calling you back is for you to solve this problem. The above has already been investigated, and you will be asked for questions in up to two days. If you really go in, it will be a matter of a lifetime, you know what you want."
In Ding Mingcheng's heart, he started playing drums, "What should I do now, uncle?"
"Go to Tang Chi, Han Feiran has not found much evidence for the matter in the past two years. As for other things, even if you can't escape, but as long as Tang Chi is willing to withdraw the complaint, even if they are sentenced, it's easy to catch You. After all, Han Feiran is dead, and he was defeated in the beginning. But Tang Chi is not, is Tang Chi not the right case for you?"
"While it hasn't made it to the public, you have gone private with Tang Chi."
"If Tang Chi disagrees, you will get his consent even if you kneel down and beg him."
After Ding Mingcheng's uncle finished speaking, he immediately drove away the people. And Ding Mingcheng himself was also in a trance, a little unable to tell what to do.
By now, he had almost figured out the causes and consequences, and even determined that the previous metaphysical master was also the ghost of Song Yucheng. But even so, he has no evidence and there is no way to take Song Yucheng. Instead, their tails are all dragged in their hands.
What Ding Mingcheng did not expect is that his head is full of bags, and the leap is nowhere to be expected.
For the public, this matter has not been exposed. But the whole circle has spread. Anyone with a head and a face knows why Tang Chi is suing Ding Mingcheng. I also know that most of the leap this time was completely collapsed.
Before, a powerful singer who changed jobs from Feiyue, and now he has set up his own studio, received a call from Vice President Feiyue.
"If you are playing emotional cards, think about it. Leaping is a springboard, even if there was a little friction in the past, there should be a little incense after so many years. Just help to say something, don't leap. Compensate you." Feiyue's vice president asked directly.
Although the incident of Ding Mingcheng's violence against Tang Chi has not been announced to the public, the incident that broke out is already very good. In addition, before Ding Mingcheng acted very little to leave room for people, so the leap fell, no one was willing to help. Even some of the newly signed artists in the company started to discuss the job-hoping in private. As for the Internet, there are big news every day. Every place is black.
At this point, the usual public relations methods have already been paid off. Looking for help from an old man in the past, I just want to finally struggle.
But what I got was a hateful "dreaming!" followed by busy tone.
In general circles, most people pay attention to staying alive. This included Luotong's collapse at the beginning, and Shuangyu only suffered heavy losses and hurt his vitality. It was difficult to cheer up in the short term. But the leap this time was the exact opposite.
The entire music circle can't wait to kill them, and they don't know how many people have offended Ding Mingcheng.
Vice President Feiyue listened to the busy tone on the phone and leaned back in his chair, feeling that he was several decades old. But what about that? The defeat of Leap Leap was already doomed when Tang Chi returned. Now even Ding Mingcheng, the boss, is gone. He has a part-time job, what can he do to turn the tide? That's it.
He thought so, and simply gave up, destined to doom. Even the emergency phone call from the front desk, saying that a serious case from the Municipal Bureau came to the company to obtain evidence for such a big thing, did not cause him any tension at all.
The broken pot broke, and now it is a fairy, and it can't save the leap. This time, the vice president didn't even call Ding Mingcheng, just sent a text message and shut down.
As for Ding Mingcheng who received the text message, he also understood what he meant. The unwillingness and anger in the heart also made it impossible to hide. However, his uncle's orders could not be disobeyed, and he could only call Tang Tangzi patiently.
However, it was Song Yucheng who finally answered the phone.
"Xie Qianshen? I want to have a direct conversation with Tang Chi!" Qiu Ren met with a terrified glance. When he thought of his misfortune in the mouse crossing the street today, it was all thanks to Song Yucheng, and Ding Mingcheng couldn't hold back the fire, but Song Yucheng's answer made his arrogance disappear instantly.
"I thought you came to ask for help."
"..." Ding Mingcheng calmed down instantly. That's right, even if he resented Song Yucheng, he still had to convince Tang Chi to withdraw his lawsuit in order to have a silver lining. No matter how humiliating he is now, he must endure it.
Ding Mingcheng thought about it, reluctantly relieved his breath, and said to Song Yucheng: "You are right, I lost this time. I also agree. I have something to discuss with Tang Zhi, I don't know if Xie Da's agent is willing to be accommodating?"
Ding Mingcheng was ready to be humiliated by Song Yucheng. But I never imagined that Song Yucheng agreed directly.
"Yes, see you at Yuehua Building at three in the afternoon." After that, Song Yucheng hung up the phone.
However, he was so unpredictably upset that Ding Mingcheng felt uneasy in his heart. Because the name Yuehua Building is a bit too familiar, but no matter how he recalls it, he can't figure out why.
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I have to say that this place that Song Yucheng was looking for was really very remote. Ding Mingcheng followed the navigation, and finally asked two passers-by before he found it.
It is a tea house with a long history. The name is antique, but the facilities inside it are like the style of a few years ago. Even the waiters are very few. Except when he entered the room, someone told him where the private room was set, and there were no more people.
"Xie Qianshen, what the **** is this appointment!" Walking towards the private room, Ding Mingcheng felt that something was not right, and there was always a sense of incompatibility in his heart.
But when he finally pushed in the door of the private room, it was when he was really scared.
The pictures on the four walls, each face inside, are so familiar. Knowing that as long as he saw the photos, Ding Mingciong could recall the taste when he put people under him to taste.
So what is this for?
Ding Mingcheng's expression became embarrassed. He subconsciously stepped back and wanted to leave first, only to find that the door of the private room had been locked.
"Xie Qianshen!" Ding Mingcheng's courage is quite big, he shouted, wanting to call Song Yucheng out. But did not get a half-point response.
Instead, the TV screen on the opposite wall suddenly turned on.
That's the effect that only old-fashioned cameras can record. The pure and beautiful girl inside, dressed as a policewoman, is beautiful and heroic. But the next scene is that she was in disrepair and had to withdraw from the newspaper photos in the entertainment industry.
"Familiar? This girl is the first person you have played with." Song Yucheng's voice sounded just right, but he only heard the sound, but no one saw him.
"What do you want to do? I thought I came to talk to Tang Chi."
"Talk?" Song Yucheng's voice was full of sarcasm: "When the girl was broke out of the housing scandal, she wanted to talk to you, did you talk to him?"
"So you want to turn over old accounts with me now?"
"Yes! Let's calculate how many people you have ruined over the years."
"Don't worry, watch the video slowly. This is the second one, the third one, the fourth one... oops, it's a bit too much, it seems too much to count." The seemingly ridiculous tone, in fact, every word is full Malicious. In such a relatively closed environment, such liquidation, even if those people are still alive, is still frightening. And under the TV, the sound of "click" and "click" when the honest video tape was playing was also chilling.
And when the last video is played. Even though Ding Mingcheng was calm, he couldn't stand it.
It was the video when they tortured Han Feiran. At the same time, Ding Mingcheng finally remembered why he felt familiar with Hualuo this month.
Because that year, in order to insult Han Feiran, the place they set was Yuehua Building. And Han Feiran took the movie of the film emperor, also in Yuehua Building.
Looking at the TV, Han Fei struggled silently to the point of despair. I don't know why. I usually only feel the cool picture. This time, it can only bring fear to Ding Mingcheng.
"Don't you **** pretend to be crazy, Xie Qianshen you come out!" Ding Mingcheng shouted in embarrassment, but then, the suddenly changed picture on the TV made him almost scared to pee his pants.
"Don't worry, I'll come out here." The **** characters, like the grievances of the unjust soul, were drawn out on the TV screen with sharp nails. Song Yucheng's low laugh was full of strangeness. It is exactly the same as the picture on the screen.
And when he walked out slowly from the back, it was the time when Ding Mingcheng felt the most fear.
At this moment, Ding Mingcheng almost thought that Han Feiran, who was dead, was alive again.
Today's Song Yucheng has a completely different style of dressing than usual. Ordinary white shirts and beige slacks seem to be extraordinarily green. The tenderness between the eyebrows and the natural, unremarkable temperament also weakened his excessively beautiful facial features, which brought a strong visual impact to people.
Living free is Han Feiran. Even the details of walking are shockingly similar.
It doesn't seem to be surprised that Ding Mingcheng's fears. Every step he takes seems to be stepping on Ding Mingcheng's heart. When he really gets closer, Ding Mingcheng has begun to fear involuntarily.
"Don't think it's like this, I'll be afraid of you."
"How could I think that? After all, I begged you so much, did you not let me go?"
It's me, not him...
Under such an atmosphere, such strange words are particularly concerning. Ding Mingcheng subconsciously widened his eyes and stared at Song Yucheng. The next second, he put his hand on the table, but he didn't know what organ was pressed. The walls of the entire room have changed.
The mirrors are no longer the photos that represent his criminal evidence, but all are replaced by mirrors. In addition to the reality of the floor, the rest, including the ceiling, were replaced with clear mirrors.
"Are you starting to be afraid?"
"Do you think it's a bit like asking for life?"
"Ding Mingcheng, you look up and look at each of you, your face is full of panic. You have done too many bad things and ruined the future of too many people. There are even lives in your hands."
"You bullshit! Han Feiran's death has nothing to do with me!"
"It has nothing to do with you? Was the video released by you? Did you find the water army? Did the grievances of Xiao Lun and Cao Kun provoke you? In the end, those brothers who enjoyed delicious food together, did you also make a phone call yourself? A phone call?"
"Ding Mingcheng... you look down at the blood on your hand." Song Yucheng's voice at this time was already cold and extremely terrible, even more terrifying than the grudge who came out of **** and wanted to kill.
"We should calculate the general ledger."
Ding Mingcheng suddenly felt a cold wind blowing across his neck. He raised his head subconsciously, but saw himself in the mirror, his head suddenly fell off his neck. As for his shoulders, there was also a fierce ghost who wanted to kill himself.
"Ah!" Ding Mingcheng screamed, his mind suddenly blank.
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