reborn my golden age

Yan Xun was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "Then call the police. It's not a bad idea."

The man opposite looked at the money in Yan Xun's hand and saw that it was about 80,000 yuan, which was quite a lot.

In addition to repairing cars, there must be some left over, and there is quite a bit left over.

The man on the other side obviously thought that Yan Xun was trying to embolden him, so he said: "One hundred thousand yuan! I won't do it for less!"

Yan Xun threw the money into the car, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, lit it, took a long puff, sprayed it into the sky, and then started to watch coldly

other side.

"Fuck it! Call the police!"

The cigarette case was very conspicuous. When he saw it from the opposite side, it was a cigarette that he had never smoked before, a big heavy nine.

Although he had never smoked it, he had heard about it. Looking at the car that hit him, it was also an Audi and seemed to be imported.

He might not be able to offend this kind of person, so the man opposite him decided to give in.

"Eighty thousand, just eighty thousand, I won't argue with you anymore!" Although he decided to give in, his tone was still condescending, because Yan Xun was fully responsible.

"Fifty thousand! Just fifty thousand! If you don't agree, call the police!" Yan Xun is already impatient. There are too many greedy people, and he doesn't want to be used to it. Just like what is said on the Internet, you can't rob me if I don't give it; you want to

If you want to grab it hard, just rely on your ability.

"Didn't you still want 80,000 just now?" The man was a little angry, but Yan Xun was very calm: "Didn't you just want another 100,000? That's right, I was fully responsible for my drunk driving. You should call the police!"

After saying that, Yan Xun flicked out the cigarette in his hand and looked at him coldly.

After a fierce ideological struggle, the man opposite said reluctantly: "Fifty thousand, just fifty thousand..."

Yan Xun took 50,000 yuan from the car and put it in the man's car: "Aren't you leaving?"

The man knew that he must leave first, otherwise Yan Xun would not be relieved.

Watching the man start the car and leave, Yan Xun also got into the car.

When he returned to the heaven and earth, he saw that the atmosphere in the box was already very thick.

But after looking again and again, that Gu Lingfeng was not there.

When Song Yin saw him coming back, he smiled and said, "How is it? It's not done yet?"

"Where is it! This time, I plan to cook it slowly! Third brother, they said they would treat us to dinner next weekend. The date has been decided, and there is no mention of another day or anything."

Another person next to him chuckled and said: "It would be better if it were another day..."

Yan Xun glared at him: "Gangzi, don't be arrogant!"

"Hold the grass! Are you serious this time?"

Yan Xun did not reply, but looked around: "Hey, where was that person just now?"

Song Yin also laughed: "If you don't leave, why stay here? Just lower your head, what else do you want?"

Yan Xun touched his nose: "I'm just asking..."

Then he took out his cell phone, looked at the text message Fang Xiaoyuan sent to him, and laughed. As for his car crashing, that was no longer important.

Several people nearby laughed and said: "The devil is stunned..."

Suddenly Yan Xun brought the phone to Song Yin: "Third brother, look!"

Song Yin took it and took a look, it turned out to be a Weibo post from Fang Xiaoyuan.

Similarly, Fang Xiaoyuan did not use Tianyuan Weibo.

"This little girl..." Song Yin muttered, a little confused.

Yan Xun explained: "Third brother, you don't know that this little girl was so grand in Jiankang that she offended Zhang Yuan's parents, so her original home stadium of Jiankang disappeared before her eyes. What do you think of her?

What does it feel like?”

"That's not surprising!" Song Yin glanced at Yan Xun again: "Have you already set your sights on someone else? And you still pretended to push it to me..."

Yan Xun chuckled and did not refute.

Song Yin patted him and said, "Don't worry, even if you don't tell me first, your third brother, I would have known to stop. We can't do that shameless thing!"

Fang Xiaoyuan also posted a Weibo post just now, accusing Zhang Yuan of moral kidnapping.

"The copyright is no longer mine, can I still dictate the use of my work?"

In this sensitive period, the meaning and direction of this Weibo are obvious.

However, there are obviously fans of Zhang Yuan who came out to refute. They are music fans. From the moment Zhang Yuan's name appeared on the "Golden Mike" award list, Zhang Yuan also began to accumulate his own fans.

"Sister, Mr. Zhang can't see the message you posted on Peacock Weibo. I suggest you post it on Tianyuan Weibo." Zhang Yuan's fans must have been unhappy, and they started to get weird as soon as it started.

"Okay! It's okay to point fingers. If you want to use it, you have to spend money!" Yes, it costs money, and no one believes that Zhang Yuan would be reluctant to spend this money.

“With the copyright gone, aren’t we allowed to even spend money to buy and use it?”

In addition to those who criticized her, there were also those who supported her.

"Why, you still don't let sister speak? Do you still want to cover up the sky with one hand?"

"I think what my sister said makes sense, and some people are trying to cover up their feelings, so don't worry, you'll protect your copyright and no one will care about it!"

Fang Xiaoyuan looked at the activity on Weibo and smiled slightly.

Now Yan Xun must have seen his Weibo, which will help him quickly integrate into his small group.

She wanted to thank Zhang Yuan, otherwise how could it be so natural?

But she immediately thought that if she hadn't been too arrogant, she wouldn't have offended Zhang Yuan, let alone come to Yanjing; but now that the matter was over, she had to move forward and rely on Song Yin and his group.

In the future, you can have more resources.

Zhang Yuan also knew the news, but just smiled.

He didn't expect that Fang Xiaoyuan, who didn't even have a song, would jump out into the muddy water. What he didn't expect was that Song Yin would also take action. Now that Xu Jun was forced into a corner, could he appear in the third season?

The Voice of China said both at the scene.

Xu Jun is indeed in a bit of a dilemma now. He just delayed it for a few days, and someone came to his studio in Yanjing to send a message, asking his studio to "rest" first.

After thinking about it, he called Yu Guo.

"Brother Guo, please contact Tianyuan for me and tell me that I'm going to break my promise. I'm sorry. I'll return those three songs..."

Zhang Yuan had just read Fang Xiaoyuan's Weibo the night before, but he didn't expect to get the letter from Ma Wenwen while at work.

"Old Zhang! Something happened, Xu Jun can't come! Song Yin attacked him!"

Zhang Yuan's eyebrows twisted into the Chinese character Sichuan: "How good is this Song Yin?"

"I didn't expect it at first, but Director Zhao told me that the person who went to deliver the message was arranged by Song Yin."

"What did Director Zhao and the others say?"

"They are also thinking of ways, but they are far away in Yanjing and they probably won't buy our account; and I think Song Yin's move is too cruel and will directly separate us from Jianghai TV."

Yes, Song Yin is willing to come out to fight against this matter, and he names Zhang Yuan because of his actions. What will Jianghai TV think? They will definitely think that Zhang Yuan is capable of causing trouble.

"I won't do anything to force people to take sides. If you don't come, don't come. Let's find someone else! If Song Yin is really capable of taking away all four mentors, then I have nothing to say."

Of course Song Yin would not do this kind of thing. If he really pried off all four mentors, he would really be angry.

Just pry Xu Jun away, teach Zhang Yuan a lesson, and let everyone know that Zhang Yuan, the richest man in Jiankang, is nothing.

Now Song Yin wanted to know how Zhang Yuan would deal with it.

Zhang Yuan is also very worried, he really has no move now.

Looking for Wang Bo or Song Chun doesn't seem to work, because although Song Jiqun and Wang Lufeng have energy, they are limited to Jianghai Province. It is extremely difficult to stir up a stir in Yanjing City.

What's more, this is Zhang Yuan's business, not his own son's, so he loses a lot of motivation after being separated by one layer.

But he didn't know that these two big guys were really waiting for him to speak.

Zhang Yuan is also thinking about this matter. How can he know if it works if he doesn’t try it? Maybe he has other relationships and can solve it with just a casual sentence?

Ma Wenwen looked at Zhang Yuan: "Old Zhang, go and talk to Wang Bo, maybe you can help!"

"good!"

“Sooner rather than later!”

Zhang Yuan's brows still did not loosen: "Classmate Xiaoma, what do you think will happen if I let this matter develop?"

Ma Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully, her eyebrows also furrowed: "Classmate Lao Zhang, I advise you not to play with fire! The water this time may be deeper than we thought, and you may not be able to grasp it."

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "I may not be the one playing with fire."

Before the morning was over, Wang Bo got the news. This was what Ma Wenwen said: "Wang Bo, I don't know what Zhang Yuan is planning. You have to help!"

Wang Bo's voice was also a little uncertain: "Wenwen, we have to be mentally prepared for this matter. It may not be easy to handle. It's Yanjing over there..."

"It's not easy, but it's not impossible, right?" Ma Wenwen was very thief, and she immediately caught the key point of Wang Bo's words.

"Let's work hard for the best and prepare for the worst."

Ma Wenwen sighed: "It might be really difficult this time."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Wenwen felt that she had lost her appetite for lunch. Now that she regarded Tianyuan as her home court, she naturally hoped that Tianyuan would get better and better.

Looking at Zhang Yuan in the office, this guy was looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he was brewing.

"I'm so worried!" Ma Wenwen muttered in her heart: "What's the point of looking at the ceiling? It really is an exam. You can solve the questions just by thinking more about it? This is to compete with others for their strength.

I don’t have to follow your routine!”

She muttered, then dialed the phone again: "Xiao Lei, it seems you have to go find An Xin again..."

In the evening, Zhang Yuan even received a call from Zhang Lei: "Lao Zhang, are you feeling better this time?"

"Why did the news come so fast?" Zhang Yuan was puzzled.

Zhang Lei sighed softly and said: "Among our classmates, you are the one who makes the most noise. It's hard not to pay attention to it! This time something happened in Yanjing again, is it that Song Yin?"

"That's right, besides him, who else can deliberately have trouble with me? Today we have seen what it means to 'harm others without benefiting oneself'."

Song Yin's operation can be said to be purely to vent his anger. Zhang Yuan was slapped in the face, which made him feel happy, nothing more.

"Can't Hiroko handle it too?"

"I'll go find him later. I want to wait for a day or two to see how things develop."

"What if it's out of control?"

Zhang Yuan chuckled and said: "Then what if I let him slap me in the face once?"

"Do you have an idea?" Zhang Lei felt strange. Does Zhang Yuan have any trump cards?