After having supper outside, Zhao Changan and the other four returned to rent the house for less than two minutes.

Yin Wan called in.

Zhao Changan and Yin Wan chatted for a while and hung up the phone. As soon as Zhong Lianwei opened the "Pearl Music Forum", the phone rang again in a hurry.

This time it was Wang Yu, and I don’t know where she got the number.

"Zhao Chang'an, what's going on with this recording and video? If it's really Xu Yijie's song, and no one cares about you, why do you keep insisting on saying that you are the original singer? Do you know that an unintentional lie can sometimes ruin a person's life, even if he is a genius!"

Zhao Changan didn't know how to explain, so he made up his mind and hung up the phone with a "click".

Then he pulled off the plug of the phone cord.

Otherwise, you can guess that the phone call tonight would kill him!

At this time, Zhong Lianwei had found the top post.

A recording, a video link, and there are all comments below.

recording:

‘Hello, I am Yue Hailan, who are you?

I am Zhao Changan.

Zhao Changan! Do you know, we have been waiting for your phone call for a long time. It seems that you have made a reservation, let’s talk.

At noon, Jinxi Hotel, 3rd floor Peony Room.

OK, then let's see you, Brother Jie and I are waiting for you to tell us why we plagiarize the explanation of the song "Those Years"!'

"Damn!"

Zhao Changan cursed with laughter and cry.

This girl is really not a good person. She actually said something more after hanging up the phone.

This gives people the illusion that I went to discuss with her because of plagiarism.

Zhong Lianwei clicked on the link to that video.

I pushed the door open on the small screen and said, "I'm a little late after school, I'm not ordering food. There's still class at 2 pm, so I'll have tea."

You can see the whole body and the moving lips.

Then sit aside,

At this time, only the upper body of himself and Yue Hailan can be seen in the camera, and the part above the neck cannot be seen.

‘Ahem —’

Two violent coughs.

Obviously, it was because of the long passage below that took too much time, and Yue Hailan's answer could not be justified.

After completely erasing, it will seem too weird if you don't fill in some sound.

So he was added to it with two violent coughs like a genius. Yue Hailan turned the soft Huazi on the table and a sterling silver zippo lighter to himself. It just happened to correspond to the highlight of coughing.

‘It’s time to serve, order it, don’t be polite.’

‘Give me a pound of rice dumplings.’

'The cause of this incident was Brother Jie,' Yue Hailan scooped a small spoonful of bird's nest and thigh fungus, lowered her head and took a sip.

You can see her red lips, the spoon is lowered, and the red lips are still in the camera.

‘I met you on the bus from 2 or 3, and I used your thread to create the song "Those Years".—’

Then, the red lips disappeared on the camera.

“—”

A few seconds of silence.

"Damn!"

Zhao Changan admired him very much. Is there such a ghost operation?

The word "say" was eaten.

‘What do you say?’ These three rhetorical words were also eaten.

It became a silence in the face of accusations.

‘I heard that you were the top scorer in the province in the college entrance examination and received a reward of 500,000 or 600,000 yuan? How about the compensation of 500,000 yuan-'

This passage has not been edited.

But corresponding to the previous words, there is also a reward of 500,000 or 600,000 yuan.

It gives people the impression that Yue Hailan asked Zhao Changan to compensate Xu Yijie for 500,000 yuan.

‘Five hundred thousand?’

The self on the screen stood up, "Cough cough cough--" Another genius cough, replacing the sentence "Although I like money, I will never compromise with Xu Yijie, a plagiarist."

Then there was my own voice, ‘It seems I shouldn’t have wasted this time!’

Open the door and leave.

The whole edit, flowing, feels impeccable!

Zhong Lianwei continued to pull down, and the forum was full of reply.

A quick look, except for a very small number of people who are still questioning the bugs of the time he or she orally told when Xu Yijie sang for the first time, and the authenticity of this recorded video: Is it Zhao Chang'an? Was the sound inside added later?

The rest basically changed their direction and scolded Zhao Chang'an.

——

"Fake!"

Zeng Xiaoxiao's eyes were so angry that her cheeks were red.

"Of course it's fake, it's spliced ​​and edited. Brother, why did you go to see that slut fox? I didn't get the chicken, but I was so sexy?"

Zhong Lianwei complained: "I think it's mysterious enough if you don't fight back with your first two advantages!"

"They just want to mess around, as long as we don't get stuck. He lied to the Jinghai Stadium for the first time, which was a fatal injury for Xu Yijie. And we have obtained the copyright of this song, what are they fighting with us?"

Wen Ye smoked a cigarette and lit it: "I suggest suing Xu Yijie directly!"

"Don't worry, the wave is still too small now. Do you remember what Gorky said?"

Zhao Chang'an looked around Wen Ye, Zhong Lianwei, and Zeng Xiaoxiao.

"Let the storm come more violently and violently!"

"You are all wrong, it's intense!"

"strong!"

"A fool, it's fierce!"

"fierce!"

“Hahahahaha——”

The four of them burst into laughter.

——

On the morning of the 11th, Zhao Changan and the other four rode four bicycles to the gold shop in Xujiahui.

Zhao Changan saw Song Jing leaning against a red beetle from a distance, wearing high boots, white leggings, black short leather skirt, and a big wavy red thread.

Especially eye-catching.

"Lingling ~"

Zhao Changan rode over on his bicycle and stopped by ringing the ringtone.

He smiled at Song Jing: "Senior sister is so beautiful!"

"Buliang, can you come here! What's going on with that recording and video? You're too careless. Xu Yijie and the old gangsters in the world are all treacherous like ghosts. How dare you ask them to meet alone?"

Song Jing stared at Zhao Changan angrily: "Now they have caught the handle!"

"Haha, senior sister smokes."

Zhao Changan was just about to take out his Red Jinling.

"Brother, I'm going to smoke me!"

Zhong Lianwei jumped off the bicycle and hurriedly took out the Huazi lighter in his pocket, looking at Song Jing with admiration.

"Click."

Song Jing lit a cigarette and patted Zhong Lianwei's big hand with her tender hands.

Motionally he could turn off the lighter and move it away.

The photo made Zhong Lianwei's bones light.
To be continued...