Bang.

Several documents fell carelessly on the desk. Jin Yi slumped into the boss's chair and let out an extremely tired sigh.

Qin Jue returned to the crew safely, but Jing Xinghe was still bitten by that shabby association. Jin Yi tried his best to only pry away two or three of its members, and successfully gave money to him, while the others were left alone.

If you don't go in, you'll have to go to court and ask Jing Xinghe to publicly apologize on his V blog.

The leading organizer was even more outrageous. He was a young lawyer who came from nowhere. He had a strong sense of justice and was extremely "censored". Jin Yi personally asked him to meet him, and all the threats and inducements were useless. He was really so arrogant.

Yes, in the end Jin Yi even tried to talk it out, but he couldn't get the other party to give up the idea of ​​a class action lawsuit. He was so angry that his blood pressure shot up.

However, after all this trouble, Jin Yi's suspicion of "others besides Qin Jue being involved" has greatly increased. After all, in the eyes of the outside world, everything said by the "Jingxinghe Public Apology Association" is solid.

If the federation is really arranged by Qin Jue, just making up two serious falsehoods right now can make Jingxing River so black that it cannot stand up. Regardless of whether it is clarified later, Jingxing River will definitely be stinky.

...Though it’s not going anywhere now.

Jin Yi’s face is full of vicissitudes of life.

He picked up his phone and looked at the news. Although Jing Xinghe was involved in a legal dispute, he was still not cool. Today, there were still variety show announcements that he had signed before. This guy was beaten by Qin Jue, and now he is

He keeps his tail between his legs, obediently listening to Jin Yi's words, keeping a low profile to avoid the limelight, and taking the initiative to report trivial matters to his agent on Feixun. Such behavior can be said to be Jin Yi's only comfort so far.

After confirming that there were no new tricks, Jin Yi continued to check the information. He had to find out which opponent took advantage of Qin Jue's power to mess with Jing Xinghe.

As a well-known manager of Canhua Entertainment, Jin Yi has many artists under his management. Putting aside those potential stocks that have not yet grown up, he looks after three second-tier stars, two male and one female. Jing Xinghe is the best among them,

It is also the most valued, and Jin Yi doesn’t want to give up on such a money tree.

Thanks to those true fans who are crazy about spending money for Jingxinghe, Jin Yi feels that now is also a good time to abuse fans and make money.

After reading the survey data, searching public opinions on V-blogs, and making phone calls to exchange information, Jin Yi was so busy that he frowned. Someone called the office at this moment and said that there was an anonymous express for him downstairs, with the note "You'd better

Take it apart as soon as possible." Although the items were delivered by Qin Yi Logistics and could guarantee that they were not dangerous items, the postscript was too threatening. The front desk was undecided and asked Jin Yi if he wanted to sign for it.

Jin Yi smacked his lips in annoyance: "Sign! Leave it there after signing."

There are always idiot fans who are free enough to send disgusting things to their agents. From their perspective, their brother is always the most perfect. If there is a flaw, he must be an idiot for the agent and the company, so they often turn their love for their brother into a response.

He didn't want to take any action anymore. Jin Yi had encountered a similar situation before, but he didn't take it seriously and hung up the phone with a hurried instruction.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the same phone call came again. This time it was two express packages with the same remarks, as if they were from the same person.

Jin Yi cursed and said impatiently: "Sign, sign, sign!"

Another half hour later, the landline phone in the office rang for the third time. This time the number doubled. Four express messages with exactly the same notes and the same appearance were waiting for Jin Yi.

"Damn it!"

Jin Yi cursed angrily, knowing that a fan with cerebral palsy was secretly squatting at the entrance of the company, insisting that he watch, so he asked the front desk to bring the express delivery.

Soon such a pile of objects was placed on Jin Yi's table. Jin Yi was irritated and opened one of them casually with the idea of ​​tearing it apart to vent his anger.

There are only two pieces of paper in the cardboard.

Jin Yi glanced at it angrily, and with just this glance, the fragments of content he saw immediately made him freeze in place, with cold sweat dripping from his body.

Printed on the paper were actually pictures of him and the model entering and exiting the hotel room, their obscene chat records and photos of their private rooms.

There is also text below. It is an extremely exaggerated but very popular marketing account-style breaking news article. It roughly describes how dirty the agent Jin Yi is in private. Not only is he suffering from sexually transmitted diseases, but he also frequently takes Jing Xinghe into vulgar places.

In the venue, the two played many tricks. It was trivial to gather many people in a crowd. They even collaborated to have sex with minors. The circumstances were quite serious.

Jin Yi was suffocated. Damn it, this is all a rumor! Jingxinghe is so rubbish, they only play games all day long!

If not for this, Jin Yi would not trust an artist like Jing Xinghe. Impotence is better than promiscuity, right?!

However, anger is anger, and Jin Yi understands what the sender wants to convey:

I have evidence of your messing up, and I also have the words to dirty you up. When the news comes out, everyone will know that your manager, Jin Yi, and the artists under you are not clean.

The threat was obvious, but Jin Yi searched for a long time and couldn't find any information. It was not clear whether he was paying for the seal or doing things for others. The panic of leaking private photos and the fear of the unknown were like two hands clasping together at the same time.

His throat.

Jin Yi began to eagerly open other couriers, and the more he opened them, the more frustrated he became. He originally thought that the contents of these couriers were the same, but he did not expect that the "gold content" of the documents also increased with the number of couriers. When he opened the seven couriers,

After unpacking everything, more than half of his private affairs had been printed on paper. Counting the inflammatory and rumor-mongering text accompanying the pictures, Jin Yi didn't have to think about it to know what the consequences would be if it were made public.

There is a lot of evidence here that he tried his best to grab resources for personal gain. Not to mention making it public, even sending it to the enemy would be enough for him to eat.

If express delivery can be sent to him, it can also be sent to others.

But after all the express delivery was unpacked, Jin Yi still couldn't find any contact information, and couldn't guess the sender's intention at all.

The phone rang again, exactly half an hour later.

Jin Yi jumped up like a frightened dog and rushed to the phone: "Express delivery?! Who sent it! Who is it!"

The person on the other end of the call was startled by him and timidly said: "Teacher Jin Yi, this is an anonymous courier..."

"Let the courier stay there!"

"...Teacher Jin Yi, the courier is delivered by drone..."

I c——

Jin Yi could barely breathe, and said in a panic: "Sign it, sign it, and then send it over quickly."

A few minutes later, the girl at the front desk came up with eight express parcels.

After Jin Yi opened these eight express packages, people went crazy.

Who is the person opposite?! All his privacy and scandalous history have been dug up!

"Who are you and what do you want to do..."

Jin Yi couldn't help but mutter. He put all the documents he had taken out into a pile and held them in his hands with a guilty conscience. Time seemed to be a curse. He was afraid that in half an hour, there would be sixteen more envelopes.

Couriers with different pictures and articles from different marketing accounts came to him.

Facts have proved that Jin Yi’s prediction was right.

When he hurried downstairs, the girl at the front desk looked at him with something wrong, but he didn't care about it, and quickly signed for the sixteen express packages in person, and then took them back to his office as if running away.

There are no new photos in the first eight letters, only lace soft articles with changing patterns but heart-breaking words.

Half of the last eight letters had eyes drawn that looked almost real, and the other half used A4 paper to make puzzles. After Jin Yi finished the puzzle with trembling eyes, he realized that it was a multiple-choice question about pictures.

The most common and childish kind of multiple-choice picture question.

The title is only: [I choose (?)]

At the bottom is a row of big heads, starting from Jingxinghe, all the artists who are now in charge of Jin Yi are printed all over, with a letter marked under each face.

What does it mean? What does it mean?

Sweat dripped down Jin Yi's forehead, and his few sanity barely worked under the extreme tension - isn't it his opponent, but one of his own?!

Which artist he led had the backing to force him to give up Jingxinghe and use resources to support others?!

Who is so scary!

...And you can tell me directly!

Jin Yi's hand holding the pen couldn't stop shaking. How should I choose? Who to choose? Single choice or multiple choices?

He frantically searched for memories in his mind, trying his best to deduce from clues which of the artists under him had what details to prove that he or she had a strong background. However, the brainstorming did not help Jin Yi make a decision quickly, and half an hour passed before he knew it.

, the sweet ringtone of the landline phone was as terrifying as chasing a ghost, scaring him out of his wits.

Thirty-two express parcels.

Sixteen eyes, sixteen puzzle pieces, it’s still the same picture multiple-choice question.

Jin Yi's lips were trembling and his eyes were bloodshot. In just a few hours, he was tortured until he was only one step away from a mental breakdown.

The unknown is too scary. He has to guess the sender's intentions, and always pay attention to whether the outside world has any revelations about him. He also has to think about what he can do to avert this sudden disaster. His energy is already on the verge of being so nervous.

Withered, the eyebrows are swollen and painful.

Half an hour, only half an hour.

The next time is...sixty-four letters!

Jin Yi, who was completely passive, almost wanted to scream hysterically in the office. While looking at the multiple-choice questions and the faces marked with letters such as ABCD and so on, he stared at the clock on the desktop at all times, every time he moved.

Every moment my heart trembles.

Five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, fifteen minutes have passed.

Seeing half an hour approaching, Jin Yi collapsed completely and drew an X on Jing Xinghe's face with an oil-based pen.

He doesn’t know!! He doesn’t know!!!

He has no idea who to choose now or which ones to choose, but he definitely won’t choose Jingxinghe anyway, right? Is that so?!

The two strokes even scratched the paper. Jin Yi collapsed on the boss's chair, staring at the clock and glancing at the phone out of the corner of his eye.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Half an hour is up.

The office is very quiet.
To be continued...