My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Li Mingzhu was very unhappy and came back with a depressed expression.

She had just had a big argument with Vice President Ren, and the outcome was deadlocked. She had to change the song, but Vice President Ren firmly disagreed.

"Mingzhu, why don't you agree this time and come up with your song next time?" the manager asked.

"No, this is a threat to me. We can't give in on this kind of thing. Once we give in, they will make further progress." Li Mingzhu said softly.

"And that song is indeed not very good. So what if I spent a lot of money on it? If it's not good, it's not good. The quality is just that. How can I spend a lot of money to turn a bad song into a good one?" Li Mingzhu groaned angrily. He hummed.

The agent quickly stopped her, "Forget it, let's calm down."

That song is the work of Yang Yuanzhi. Mr. Yang is a veteran and knows a lot of people. More and more people want to ask him for singing dates. It is not a good thing for Li Mingzhu to speak like this and reach the ears of interested people.

Li Mingzhu pouted, feeling very tired.

Just then, an old man with a stern face walked in.

After 110 seconds, the man's expression changed. He really said that Cao Cao was here. Why did Mr. Yang come here? He couldn't have come to raise an army to punish him.

"I heard that you won't use my songs?"

As expected, he came to ask questions, and he got straight to the point.

Li Mingzhu frowned, "Yes."

"What's the reason?" The old man's face turned cold.

"There are other songs." Li Mingzhu shrugged.

"You think the one you have now is better, so you want to replace it?" The old man's face became ugly and his words became aggressive.

"We have already bought the song. What we want to do with it is our own business." Li Mingzhu said patiently.

"You have to give me an explanation." The old man said expressionlessly.

Li Mingzhu frowned, "Well, since you insist on making an explanation, I'll tell you straight away. I really feel that the one I have is better than yours, so I decided to change it.

"Haha, what you say is unfounded, take it out and have a look." The old man said with a gloomy look.

Li Mingzhu suddenly laughed. The old man kept talking aggressively, as if he was interrogating a prisoner. She was also a little impatient, "It's strange. What does the song I invited have to do with you? Why?" Want to show it to you?"

"If you are really better than me, I will admit it. If not, I hope you can give me an explanation." Mr. Yang said coldly.

Li Mingzhu finally got fed up, and her little patience was exhausted.

The agent next to her knew her very well and secretly thought something was wrong. She quickly wanted to stop her, but Li Mingzhu had already spoken.

"What's the explanation? Just because we don't use your songs? If we don't use your songs, we won't use yours. What do you want? Your money is not missing. Why are you here like a wronged little daughter-in-law?"

"Since I don't need yours, of course there are better ones. Since you are older, I take care of you a little bit and don't tell you directly. Why don't you understand? You still have to ask further and ask for the reason? "

"Then let me tell you the truth. As a master, you did have some good works in your early years. But now that you are old and your talents have dried up, what you write cannot go beyond the previous framework. Now you rely on your previous fame to support you. Now, what you have written is no longer what it used to be, why don’t you admit it?”

Mr. Yang was so angry at this series of words that he almost vomited blood. He pointed at Li Mingzhu and yelled angrily: "You, you, you! You have only been in the industry for a few years, and you can write songs? Do you know how to write lyrics? A yellow-haired girl, who talks nonsense, relying on her reputation, Do you dare to criticize others at will?"

"Hey, have you started to use your age to pressure me? To be honest, your advantage now is that you have lived longer and you can show off your qualifications. And I am not criticizing you casually. I hope you haven't reached the point of Alzheimer's disease yet. , remember what I was saying earlier, if you didn’t insist on me giving an explanation and kept pestering you, why would I tell you this?" Li Mingzhu shrugged, "You want me to say it, and you want me to say it after I say it. I can’t bear it, what can I do, I’m also desperate.”

"The sharp teeth and the sharp mouth, the sharp teeth and the sharp mouth..." Yang Yuanzhi was shaking with anger.

Li Mingzhu rolled her eyes, "Let's be honest, I didn't scold you, why are you so excited? You just insulted me and called me a yellow-haired girl. I didn't do anything. Really, you are a lot of old people. Why? The capacity is still so small.”

Yang Yuanzhi's eyes darkened and he almost died of anger.

There was a dispute here, and many people were paying attention, both overtly and covertly.

"Hahaha, this idiot Li Mingzhu is so courageous. He even dares to challenge Mr. Yang. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him in the future."

"It's really self-inflicted. People like Mr. Yang are so famous that they even have to give some face to the company. How can a mere artist be so arrogant?"

A group of people watched indifferently, and many people were gloating about the misfortune.

Basically they are all artists.

It is said that colleagues are enemies, and this is especially true in this circle. Li Mingzhu has such good resources, and some people have long been jealous. If she is kicked out, isn't there a chance that it will be their turn?

And... in this circle, they show off their bodies, eat, drink and sleep with them. They sacrifice so much and pay so much. Why can you, Li Mingzhu, be special?

"I'm sorry, I speak more directly. If there's anything I say that's wrong, please bear with it." Li Mingzhu turned and walked away.

Mr. Yang stood there, his face ashen, changed a few times, and then walked away.

The agent sighed again and again, this turmoil must not be trivial. This old man is determined to retaliate, and he will definitely not give up.

Sure enough, not long after, Mr. Yang posted a long article on Weibo. He did not mean to hide it and pointed the finger directly at Li Mingzhu.

"Now is indeed the age of young people. An old man like me does not have much sense of existence, but I am not the type who can be pointed in the face and scolded, and can still do it. As you said, I I have a small capacity, yes, I just have a small capacity, so I will argue with you about this matter..."

Thousands of words.

"Haha, this old guy is quite trendy. He doesn't know how to use Weibo." Li Mingzhu showed her agent her cell phone.

The agent panicked when he saw it: "Oh no, no, no, how can this matter be posted on Weibo? Once it is posted on Weibo, it will cause a big fuss. Now we are in big trouble."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Li Mingzhu's old god is here, isn't it just a fight? Don't be afraid of small things. .