Getting beaten is more profitable than ghostwriting?
Only Song Foxiang could have such a train of thought.
Song Shao asked him to name 1 million in order to make things difficult for "Mr. Xie". Who normally would be willing to spend 1 million to settle the matter? After all, it was just a minor injury.
Once "Mr. Xie" refuses, Song Shao's prepared speeches will come in handy.
Song Shao had arranged everything for the next step, but he never expected that his uncle Song Foxiang's thinking process would be more bizarre than he expected.
What about asking for a high price and then paying it back on the spot? That's what businessmen do. Writers like Editor-in-Chief Song don't care about that.
Mr. Jiang supported him in asking for more compensation, his daughter Song Chan had no objection, and his nephew Song Shao said "1 million". Editor-in-Chief Song felt relieved: It's time to redefine his own value!
——Everyone says I’m worth so much, so I must be worth it.
Editor-in-Chief Song lay calmly on the hospital bed. Assistant Qi pushed Xie Jinghu over, followed by police officers from the police station.
Xie Qian and Jiang Xuekun deliberately waited a little longer before coming over, giving Song Foxiang ample opportunity to ask for a high price. In particular, Jiang Xuekun had to show up later, otherwise his position would be the most awkward, and it would be inappropriate for him to help Xie Jinghu "bargain" or not.
Xie Jinghu's face darkened.
Song Foxiang narrowed his eyes and peeked at the other person.
"Mr. Xie, look at this..."
Assistant Qi reminded quietly.
Xie Jinghu took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing: "...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit anyone impulsively!"
Wow!
Song Foxiang's eyes widened a little.
I have never seen anyone apologize with such gritted teeth, as if I wanted to rush up and beat him up again.
Song Foxiang sneered in his heart, but hummed: "Xiaochan, I have a headache, please help me call a doctor."
——The plagiarist named Xie can copy his trick of being hospitalized, but he can’t copy his face that can cry out in pain.
——If you have the guts, you, Mr. Xie, can shout out too. I’m saying I have a headache, do you dare to shout “that, that hurts”?
Song Foxiang was very proud.
Men understand men best. Even if a man can't do something, he will still say yes.
Xie Jinghu's face turned even darker.
If the police from the police station hadn't been standing nearby, Xie Jinghu really wanted to rush up and beat Song Foxiang up again.
How can he pretend to have a concussion? He has to beat Song Foxiang until he has a real concussion.
Don’t you want to be hospitalized? After Song Foxiang got a real concussion, Xie Jinghu was willing to pay for the medical expenses even if he stayed in the hospital for a year!
"Mr. Xie——"
Assistant Qi was anxious and held Xie Jinghu's wheelchair tightly to prevent Xie Jinghu from acting impulsively again.
Mr. Xie has spoken, what can we do if Mr. Xie doesn’t apologize?
If Song Foxiang were beaten again, Mr. Xie would definitely suffer greater losses.
Assistant Qi glanced at the police officer and quickly spoke up, "Editor-in-Chief Song, our CEO Xie sincerely apologizes to you. Please state the amount of compensation. We are open to negotiation."
Assistant Qi was very cautious, fearing that Song Chan would scold him again.
Song Chan wouldn't do that.
My cousin Song Shao is here.
Song Chan and Song Foxiang both looked at Song Shao. When it came to the specific amount of money, the father and daughter were actually quite shy.
Assistant Qi didn't take Song Shao seriously, but Song Shao actually demanded 1 million in compensation without blushing or getting nervous.
"One million?!"
Assistant Qi was so angry that he laughed: "Do you know how much one million is? Police comrades, they are asking for too much, it's extortion!"
One million yuan in 2005 was not enough to buy a house in Chengdu, as long as it was not a villa. And it had to be a new house with an elevator to be worth that much money!
Although he is young, he is very bold in blackmailing others.
The police officers at the grassroots police station often mediate disputes and also felt that the amount was too large. They instantly sided with Assistant Qi and asked Song Foxiang to name a more realistic amount of compensation.
Children are ignorant and don’t know what 1 million means, but adults should know!
Song Foxiang just groaned and said he had a headache.
Assistant Qi was jumping up and down, and the police also joined in. Song Shao was not afraid at all:
"Comrade police officer, Assistant Director Xie said we can negotiate. We only asked for 1 million. If Director Xie can't afford it, we can also accept a lower price. The final compensation amount must be agreed upon by both parties. Is that right?"
Since it was a negotiation, both parties had to agree. Song Shao admitted that the 1 million yuan could be bargained for, and the police officer's expression softened.
"Then you can't just say 1 million, that's too exaggerated!"
The police wanted Song Foxiang to speak, but Song Foxiang just wanted to be a coward and handed the matter over to his childish nephew. Song Shao explained to the police why he wanted 1 million in compensation:
"You've seen my uncle's current state. His physical injuries may heal, but I don't know how long the psychological damage will last. You may not know this, but my uncle is a writer. Mr. Xie's punches have essentially broken my uncle's pride. If a writer loses his pride, how can he create good works in the future? So, Mr. Xie has ruined my uncle's career for the rest of his life. With my uncle's fame, his royalties for the rest of his life could have been well over a million!"
Song Foxiang is indeed a writer of some fame.
At least he is famous in Chengdu.
The police station that responded was very close to the Chengdu Publishing Group, and the police were aware of the reputation of Songfo Township.
But the police's acknowledgement of Song Foxiang's fame doesn't necessarily mean they agree with Song Shao's statement—that a beating destroyed his pride and affected his creative work for the rest of his life? This is too absurd. Not only would it be overwhelming for a police officer, but if the case went to court, the judge wouldn't be able to make a ruling either!
"Student, what you said has no legal basis."
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