Tong Jian gritted his teeth, rushed forward, grabbed Mo Bin by the collar, and raised his hand to hit him.
Mo Bin looked up at him and said, "Tongtong, I'm already 28 years old. I can't afford to waste any more time."
Tong Jian stopped moving, and his fist didn't come down in the end. He said in frustration: "Why didn't you say it earlier! When Brother Hao left, we had a meeting to discuss whether to disband the team directly. You clearly-"
"What could I have done then!" Mo Bin grabbed his hand and stood up, pushing him away. "You said you wanted to continue singing, Ah Lan said IUD was his original intention, and the company didn't want to lose the IUD brand. I'm the captain! I built IUD! Do you want me to say something like 'Don't insist, let's all go, we can't do it'? How do you want me to be the sinner!"
Tong Jian stared at Mo Bin in a daze, as if he had just met him for the first time. Suddenly, he raised his hand and hit his forehead, then squatted down and started crying, pulling his hair.
Mo Bin's face was filled with struggle, but it was only for a moment. He quickly adjusted his mood, looked at Ke Lan and Hu Biao and said, "Now that things have come to this, I'll be frank. Either you cooperate with me and let Jie Yang take the blame for the disbanding of the group; or I refuse to participate in the commemorative performance in October, and I won't show the new songs I wrote, and we'll all be doomed together. Ah Lan, you're already 27 years old, not young anymore. Brother Biao, which is more important, the three artists who are already making money, or the newcomers who haven't really debuted yet, you decide for yourself."
Mo Bin left.
Ke Lan stepped forward and patted Tong Jian on the back, and asked, "Brother Biao, what... do you choose?"
Hu Biao was stabbed in the back by the artist he had raised. He was so angry that he wanted to ban Mo Bin immediately. But he couldn't. If he banned Mo Bin, IUD would be finished, and so would Ke Lan and Tong Jian. The company would not agree to let him do that.
"Think about it again... I'll think about it again." He clenched his hands on the table and rested his head on them. "Xie Yang is only 20 years old. I signed him. It was me..."
…
Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.
He felt like he had found a treasure. He held the guitar and played and sang by himself for a long time. His fingering quickly became proficient, and his singing also successfully changed from being stiff at the beginning to being relaxed and free.
After finding the feeling, he tried to hum some of his favorite classic songs written in his previous life. The more he sang, the happier he felt, and the more open his mind became. The inspiration that had been suppressed for many years by the end of the world surged up like wind blowing across the earth, dancing wildly around his soul.
Destruction, collapse, gloom, despair, death...rebirth, hope, revival of all things, the future is promising.
The music under his fingers slowly changed its tune, becoming a brand new piece of music filled with the joy of life.
After the song was over, Xie Yang put down his guitar, ran to the desk, took out a stack of brand new A4 paper, drew the musical notation himself, and started writing quickly.
The lights stayed on all night.
When Xie Yang woke up from the kidnapping of inspiration, the sun of a new day had risen from the east.
His stomach was very hungry and his head was heavy. The feeling of hunger and tiredness that Xie Yang hated the most at the end of the world took control of his body the moment he woke up. He frowned and raised his hand to pat his cheek.
I can't sleep. I have to fill my stomach first. Otherwise, if I go to bed on an empty stomach, I probably won't be able to wake up.
He got up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water and gulped it down. He looked through the refrigerator and saw that it was empty. He went back to the living room, picked up his cell phone and backpack, and prepared to go out to find food.
While changing his shoes in the entrance hall, he looked back at the pile of music scores scattered on the desk, then went back, carefully sorted them out, and put them neatly into his backpack.
I have to buy a house. I always feel uneasy living in someone else's house.
After eating and drinking, Xie Yang found a nearby park, collapsed on a bench by the lake, basking in the sun while thinking about getting rid of the IUD.
A pair of feet in leather shoes came into view and headed straight towards this side.
Xie Yang squinted his eyes, which were blinded by the sun, and glanced over there, then turned away in boredom.
Bodyguard Wu Shui was very embarrassed. He pretended not to notice Xie Yang's disdain, stopped in front of Xie Yang, and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Xie, the boss is here to pick you up."
Xie Yang said lazily: "What will happen to you if I don't go over?"
Wu Shui became more and more embarrassed and said, "Mr. Xie, I was wrong to treat you badly last time. I'm sorry."
"You are quite sensible." Xie Yang put away his outstretched legs, stood up and patted his shoulder, "Don't be afraid, in fact, I also like to do things like judging people by their appearance."
The car that Qiu Xing was riding in was parked right at the entrance of the park. It was very easy to spot; it was the cleanest and most expensive one.
Xie Yang opened the passenger door and leaned down to sit inside.
"Ahem."
Xie Yang stopped and looked at Qiu Xing in the back seat: "Does your throat hurt?"
Qiu Xing smiled grimly: "How can a conscientious boss like me who spent 500 million to hire a college student who has not yet graduated have a sore throat?"
“…”
Xie Yang exited the passenger seat, got into the back seat, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Qiu Xing was satisfied, crossed his legs, and said, "My mother wants to see her daughter-in-law." He looked at Jie Yang's current appearance critically and frowned, "What kind of image do you look like? Are you a garbage collector?"
Xie Yang patiently explained, considering the black card in his pocket, "I stayed up late last night and was in a hurry to go out this morning. I didn't have time to change clothes or wash my hair."
Qiu Xing's expression changed in an instant: "What did you do when you stayed up late? Going clubbing? Having sex? Or taking drugs?"
Xie Yang said expressionlessly: "Mr. Qiu, your understanding of the nightlife of today's young people is too narrow. Actually, I stayed up late playing games last night..." He thought for a moment, "I stayed up late playing games."
Qiu Xing looked at him coldly: "Are you insulting my intelligence?"
The air conditioning temperature in the car was just right, and all of Xie Yang's sleepiness was blown away. He didn't have the energy to deal with his employer anymore, so he took off his backpack and threw it into Qiu Xing's arms. He closed his eyes and said, "You can see what I did. Let me sleep for a while. You probably don't want your mother to see me with dark circles under my eyes."
Xie Yang said go to sleep and Qiu Xing's expression became visibly gloomy.
The driver in the front seat trembled again.
It’s over, it’s over. Mr. Xie is getting bolder and bolder. He even dares to leave the boss and go to sleep while the boss is talking to him. How can the boss tolerate this? It's always the boss who loses, loses, loses...
Qiu Xing slowly withdrew his death gaze from Jie Yang, opened Jie Yang's backpack, and forcefully took out the things inside.
Qiu Xing took out the music score.
Qiu Xing turned his head and stared at Jie Yang fiercely for a while, then suddenly pulled out a blanket from the car and threw it over Jie Yang's face.
Qiu Xing lowered his head to look at the music score.
As Qiu Xing watched, his expression unexpectedly became less gloomy. He raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Jie Yang again, reached out to pull the blanket off Jie Yang's face, looked at Jie Yang carefully for a while, chuckled, threw away the blanket and read the music score again.
Qiu Xing started humming a song, but he hummed haltingly, as if he was not very familiar with the tune.
Qiu Xing's expression brightened visibly like the sun.
...bullshit.
The driver calmed down his frightened heart and started the car expressionlessly: I am too young.
When Xie Yang woke up, he found that he was the only one left in the car, the window was half open, and bodyguard Wu Shui was guarding outside. He looked at the blanket on his body, opened the door and got out of the car, and asked, "What time is it? Where is this place?"
Wu Shui quickly turned to face him and replied, "It's just past twelve o'clock. This is the underground parking lot of the Rongding headquarters building. Mr. Xie, the boss asked you to follow me up after you wake up."
It turned out that we had arrived at Rongding.
Xie Yang looked around, turned around, took out his backpack from the car and put it on his back, and said, "Let's go."
Different from most domineering CEOs, Qiu Xing’s office is not on the cool top floor, but on the ninth floor which has better meaning. It was mentioned in the original text that the office floor was personally chosen by Qiu Xing's mother.
Xie Yang followed Wu Shui up in the exclusive elevator. After the elevator door opened, the living room of Qiu Xing's super luxurious office was directly outside, which was quite convenient.
They arrived at a very good time. The driver had just delivered Qiu Xing's lunch and was placing the food on the table. Qiu Xing sat at the table with a look of annoyance on his face, with the words "no appetite" written all over his body.
Xie Yang smelled the aroma of food and immediately looked over there.
Qiu Xing looked up when he heard the sound of the elevator. Noticing Jie Yang's gaze, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Want to eat?"
Xie Yang nodded honestly, took off his backpack and sat over: "Well, I'm hungry."
Qiu Xing smiled viciously: "If you beg me, I will give you food."
“…”
Xie Yang took out his phone and started searching for takeouts, reading aloud as he searched: "Chicken soup pot, crab meat pot, spicy hot pot, grilled fish on a teppanyaki plate, spicy bullfrog pot... There's even hot pot? Rongding has a good location, and there are many types of takeouts around. Let me see which dish has the highest reviews..."
Qiu Xing could no longer bear it, and called the driver with a dark face: "Zhou Miao, give Mr. Xie more food."
Xie Yang put down his phone with satisfaction.
The driver Zhou Miao silently took out two sets of tableware and two sets of staple food from the lunch box and placed them in front of Qiu Xing and Jie Yang respectively.
Soon the only sound in the room was the clatter of dishes and chopsticks. Xie Yang eats quietly. He doesn't pick and choose the dishes, smack his lips, spill rice, or get rice all over his mouth. His movements of picking up dishes can even be considered elegant. If one must find fault with his eating habits, it is that he eats a little too fast. Although the food looks fragrant and appetizing, it is obviously not good for the eater's digestion.
Qiu Xing had only finished half of his meal when Jie Yang had already ordered his second bowl.
Qiu Xing asked, "Why are you eating so fast? Is someone trying to snatch it from you?"
Xie Yang paused for a moment and shook his head: "I'm used to it."
Qiu Xing was upset again: "How did Jie Xiu abuse you? I remember his youngest son was as fat as a pig. Did he steal your food?"
Xie Yang nodded without any burden: "Yes."
Qiu Xing rubbed his chopsticks and reluctantly moved the only heavily seasoned dish on the table a millimeter towards Jie Yang, and ordered: "Eat it all, don't waste it, my mother likes fatter ones."
After dinner, Qiu Xing left Jie Yang behind and went into the inner office to handle some work.
Xie Yang guessed that he would take him back to see Qiu's mother when he was preparing dinner, so he found a corner where no one was around and took out two mobile phones, one old and one new, and picked out the numbers that were still useful on the old phone and saved them on the new phone.
When I was halfway through saving, a text message came in.
Tong Jian: Xie Yang, I’m sorry, please quit the group. I will post on Weibo saying that it was me who excluded you.
Just when I was planning to catch a mouse, the mouse came to my door.
Xie Yang picked up the phone and replied: Are you free tomorrow? Let’s go out and talk. If possible, call Ke Lan too.
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