The delicate little wild flower is a vest boss

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"Mr. Ye, once Song Qingci's album is released, it will definitely cause a lot of public opinion. When the press conference is held, if you are mentioned, what should we say?"

Ye Qinghuan looked at him with a smile. To Bai Lingfeng, "Boss Bai, do you still need me to teach you these things?"

Bai Lingfeng smiled awkwardly, "Boss Ye, I mean, your identity Y."

Ye Qinghuan chuckled, "Boss Ye wants to use my identity to create Public opinion?"

Bai Lingfeng nodded a little embarrassedly, "Boss Ye, I am doing this for the good of the company. There are so many people in this world who want Y to compose for them but don't have the chance. If we can publicly announce that Y has joined our company, I think the company will have better development in the future."

"Also, Mr. Ye, we should train some new people now, what do you think?"

Ye Qinghuan glanced at Bai Lingfeng and had to admit that her uncle had a good vision. The agent we found here will consider the company's interests!

Ye Qinghuan nodded, "You can do whatever you want."

After getting Ye Qinghuan's permission, Bai Lingfeng smiled widely, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

Ye Qinghuan sighed, not wanting to stay in Here, "You go ahead and do your work. Please pay more attention to Song Qingci. I'll leave first."

Speaking of this, Ye Qinghuan turned around and left this depressing place.

Tsk, what a miserable worker!

Ye Qinghuan left She went out and suddenly wanted to go for a walk, relax, and breathe some relaxing air.

As she walked, Ye Qinghuan seemed to think of something.

When she looked at her phone, Zhong Shuwen had already sent her countless messages.

"Qinghuan, why don't you come to school?"

"Qinghuan, it's been so long, your leave has expired!"

"Ye, you are now absent from class. It's very serious, you must return to school immediately!"

...

Ye Qinghuan looked at the long string of messages sent by their dean and was stunned.

Oh no, I forgot she was still in school!

Ye Qinghuan picked up the phone and hurriedly Sent a message to Zhong Shuwen.

"Sorry, Dean, I've been busy lately. I'll try to go back to class next week. Don't worry, I don't need to listen to the content I'm learning now."

As soon as Ye Qinghuan sent the message, Zhong Shuwen immediately looked at it. We have arrived.

"Qinghuan, I know you have a special status, but it has been so many days, haven't the matter been resolved yet?"

Ye Qinghuan looked at Zhong Shuwen's message and felt a little guilty for a moment.

"Teacher, things have been troublesome recently, but they have been dealt with almost completely. I should be able to go to class next week. Thank you for your concern."

After receiving Ye Qinghuan's reply, Zhong Shuwen's uneasy heart was finally comforted. "Since you haven't finished your current work, then write a leave note first and hurry up to attend the class, otherwise you won't get the usual score."

Ye Qinghuan agreed very obediently, and in the blink of an eye , and turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

After walking around, Ye Qinghuan didn't find anything interesting, so he drove back to Shen's house.

Seeing Ye Qinghuan's depressed look, Shen Zhuxin and Murong Yunhai asked with concern, "Qinghuan, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qinghuan sighed, "Mom, I forgot, I'm still a college student. I'm still You have to go to class!"

Listening to Ye Qinghuan's words, Shen Zhuxin smiled, "You, it's okay, anyway, our family doesn't need you to get a diploma for anything, just be happy."

Ye Qinghuan looked helplessly at the sitting Ye Qingran and Shangguan Qingyue on the sofa.

"Qingran, Qingyue, why are you all at home? Don't you have to go to class?"

Shangguan Qingyue smiled broadly, "Qinghuan, you may have forgotten that I have already asked for leave. Ye Qinghuan nodded and collapsed on the sofa. "This school is really not good enough!" Everyone in the family looked at Ye Qinghuan and smiled easily. Ye Qinghuan looked around. , I always feel that there is a lot less.

"This house seems to be much quieter!"

Song Zhihua smiled and said, "The matter has been almost resolved. Your grandfather Pei and his family have returned to the Pei family, your eldest brother has returned to the military region, your grandfather has also gone out, and Ci An has gone. The two children, Hao Shen and Jing Yu, have returned to Murong's house, saying that they need to sort out the house first. Your father and mother will be at home.

Stay a few more days. "

Ye Qinghuan nodded, "I can't go back, it's really a lot quieter!"

"Grandma, Mom and Dad, I'm a little tired, I'm going to go back and rest first. Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend, I want to sleep in, no one is allowed to call me."

After that, Ye Qinghuan returned to the bedroom, washed up simply, and fell asleep.

The next morning, when Ye Qinghuan woke up, it was already noon, and there were several unread messages on his mobile phone.

Ye Qinghuan lay on the bed, picked up the phone with sleepy eyes, looked at the content on it, and frowned.

Too lazy to type, Ye Qinghuan called Bai Lingfeng directly.

"What's the matter with the hot search on Weibo?"

Bai Lingfeng was also very distressed. He thought that Song Qingci could become popular with Y's song this time, but he didn't expect so much negative public opinion.

"Mr. Ye, now some people say that Song Qingci's song and lyrics are plagiarized, and they have produced evidence. "

Ye Qinghuan's eyes flashed with impatience, "Have you seen the evidence?"

Bai Lingfeng sighed, "We have already negotiated, but that person won't give in. He said that Song Qingci stole their ideas, and some people said that you were an imposter."

"What's an imposter?"

I was in a bad mood when I just woke up, and I happened to encounter such a disgusting thing. I was really annoyed.

Ye Qinghuan's impatience between his eyebrows became more and more intense, "I will log on to Weibo to clarify publicly and prepare a lawyer's letter."

"Yes."

Although Ye Qinghuan had already said so, Bai Lingfeng was still a little worried, "But, Mr. Ye, what about Song Qingci's lyrics? We have no way to prove that this is the original. The time shown on the evidence they produced is indeed earlier than Song Qingci's."

Ye Qinghuan really couldn't stand it anymore, "Mr. Bai, it is inevitable that some parts of the lyrics are similar, and he said that it was the time, right? If there is no time to prove, then there must be a creative idea, right? "

Bai Lingfeng understood what Ye Qinghuan meant.

It's not that he hasn't dealt with this kind of thing before, but this matter is related to Ye Qinghuan after all. It's better to ask in advance than to wait until something happens.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I'll do it now. This time, I can definitely use this wave of public opinion to make Song Qingci popular again!"