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Chapter 8 Termination of Contract + Withdrawal of Suit
The manager took the phone in doubt, and clicked on the video, which was a surveillance video in the corridor of the hotel.

In the video, there are two people, a man and a woman, hugging and hugging all the way, and we came to the door of the room. The man is a yellow-skinned Daxia, and the woman is a dark-skinned black girl.

The location of the camera happened to be not far from the door of the room, so you could clearly see the faces of the two of them, and that man was none other than Zhao Yi!
The manager's complexion changed, and he became ugly in an instant.

Zhao Yi was also stealthily watching, seeing that the manager's expression was not right, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

The manager didn't answer, but just handed the phone to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi took the phone and looked it over, his complexion changed drastically, he sat up straight away, and asked angrily, "Song Qi! What do you mean?"

"I don't care."

Song Qi's expression was calm: "This is an email I received in my mailbox. It should be sent by a paparazzi. I see you in it, so I'll show it to you!"

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Yi was furious: "This is obviously what you asked the hotel for!"

"Eh? You can't talk nonsense!"

Song Qi stretched out a finger, pointing to the phone: "Everything must be based on evidence..."

Looking at the direction of his fingers, Zhao Yi looked back at the phone and suddenly choked up.

He held a piece of evidence in his hand, a piece of evidence that could ruin his reputation.

That black girl is an outsider, who specializes in high-end social places, and she can be found by just checking.

If this video is exposed, the positive image he has painstakingly cultivated will completely collapse.

After figuring this out, his anger quickly receded, replaced by fear and anxiety.

For a moment, he lost his mind and looked at the manager for help.

The agent is obviously more experienced and calmer than him.

Taking back the phone from Zhao Yi and returning it to Song Qi, the manager asked calmly, "Director Song Qi, just tell me the truth! What do you want?"

"I do not want anything."

Song Qi stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket and said with a smile: "As the assistant director of the crew, Paul beat the actors with his own hands. The nature is really bad. As the director of the crew, of course I have to visit and express my apology on behalf of Paul."

As he said that, he reached out his hand and took out an envelope from his pocket, and put it on the hospital bed: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't buy any nutritional supplements. This is Paul's wish, so please accept it!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yi and the two to answer, Song Qi withdrew his hand and said seriously: "Okay, I've brought my wish, so don't bother me, you guys have a good rest."

After glancing at the two of them, Song Qi turned around and left, leaving the ward directly.

Zhao Yi looked gloomy, raised his hand to take the envelope, opened it, and found it was empty, not even a single piece of money.

"Damn! It's empty! You're kidding me!"

He cursed angrily and threw the envelope out.

The agent stepped forward to pick it up, and said slowly: "You really expect him to give you money? Haven't you heard it yet? He came here as a warning. If you insist on messing with Paul, he will send the video to you." Leave it to the paparazzi to expose you, otherwise why would he say it was sent to him by the paparazzi?"

"What should I do?"

Zhao Yi threw his fist angrily and got off the hospital bed: "Could it be that my punch was for nothing?"

"Nonsense! It's not red or swollen. It's just a shame. As long as the media doesn't know about it, who would know that you'd lose face?"

The agent glared at him, and rebuked: "I've told you hundreds of times to pay attention to your private life. How much work have you affected because of this kind of thing? You just don't listen!"

"I just got up a little late, and I didn't waste much time. I'm the one with the surname Song deliberately messing with me! MD!"

Zhao Yi cursed bitterly.

"okay."

The agent waved his hand impatiently and said, "He should be waiting for me outside. I'll go talk to him now and try to settle this matter."

After that, he picked up his mobile phone and backpack, ready to go out.

"Brother Qiang!"

Zhao Yi stopped him and said, "If you can talk, just terminate the contract for me!"

"Are you crazy?"

The broker was helpless.

"How can I shoot this scene if something like this happens?"

Zhao Yi begged: "I have a good chance of winning the lottery for Director Guo's new play. Anyway, I don't want to accept this bad play. I might as well go to drink with Director Guo and have a good relationship. If I can get a main role, Isn't it more promising than dawdling here?"

Director Guo is a well-known first-level director in the circle. He has made many classic movies, and the box office is good.

Hearing that what he said made some sense, the manager could only give Zhao Yi a helpless look, then turned around and left the ward: "Got it."

When they came to the parking lot outside the hospital, the manager took a glance, and sure enough, he saw a small car with lights on in the cockpit. Song Qi was sitting in the car playing with his mobile phone.

He stepped forward to the window of the car, raised his hand to knock, and forced a smile on his face: "Director Song."

Glancing at him, Song Qi unlocked the car without saying a word, raised his chin and signaled, "Get in the car."

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, the manager got into the car honestly, Song Qi kicked the accelerator, and drove out.

The car was driving on the road, and the agent spoke first: "Director Song, let's open the sunroof and speak honestly! The video must be deleted, and you must sign a guarantee that it will not fall into the hands of the media. As for the conditions, you can open it directly, and I will listen to it."

"Sure enough, it's old Jianghu, that's direct."

Song Qi smiled and said calmly: "I don't know where the video came from, but I guarantee that it will never flow into the hands of the media from me. As for the conditions you mentioned, I don't know what you mean. "

The manager's eyes twitched when he heard his words.

This Song Qi looked young, but he was more mature in handling things than the old fox who had been through the years. He was extremely cautious, and he didn't follow the rules at all.

He had a voice recorder in his backpack, turned it on, and was working.

If Song Qi admits that the video is his, it can be used as evidence that he blackmailed Zhao Yi.

But even in his own car, when the two of them were alone, Song Qi maintained his tight vigilance, which was a bit difficult to deal with.

The manager's expression changed a few times, and finally he sighed resignedly, and said with a somber face, "We will withdraw the lawsuit on Paul's side, and we will not pursue this matter any further. Zhao Yi will also be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. If you are willing to let him continue If you don’t want to play, I’ll tell him, if you don’t want to use him again, I’ll talk to you about terminating the contract, you decide!”

Song Qi pondered for a moment, then asked, "How do you plan to terminate the contract?"

After the accident, Song Qi didn't intend to use Zhao Yi again.

Both sides are fighting to the point of fighting, and forcing cooperation will only make him unhappy.

Hearing Song Qi's intention to terminate the contract, the manager directly stated the conditions: "Let's terminate the contract peacefully! For the scenes shot in the past few days, you can edit them if you can use them, and if you don't need them, forget it. But there is one thing, the deposit is Not back."

"You want to eat my 20 deposit after you haven't worked for a few days?"

Song Qi smiled, and he glanced at the manager lightly: "You can terminate the contract if you want, but you are in breach of the contract, follow the contract, pay ten times the deposit as liquidated damages, bring 200 million, and I will let you terminate the contract."

"impossible!"

The agent didn't even think about it, so he refused straight away: "In that case, don't worry about it, I'll let Zhao Yi continue acting for you!"

Amused by him, Song Qi looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "You signed a sharing contract with Zhao Yi, right?"

"..."

The manager didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

Seeing this, Song Qi immediately understood why the manager's reaction was so intense.

Professional agents don't get a dead salary, but a basic salary plus a performance share. The level of income depends on the artist's income, and the commission is followed.

In other words, if calculated according to the ratio of 10%, 20 yuan of Zhao Yi's 2 yuan income is the agent's commission. Of course, he would not want Zhao Yi to terminate the contract, because it would bring him a lot of money. Economic losses.

After thinking for a while, Song Qi said with a smile: "Let's do it! If you insist on terminating the contract, I don't want to make it difficult for you. Zhao Yi is a third-level actor, so it will be calculated according to the minimum salary of a third-level actor. The 20 yuan will be deducted." His labor, accommodation, meals, and the rest of the past few days will all be refunded, and I will agree to terminate the contract, how about it?"

The manager was silent, his expression fluctuating.

Crunch!

Song Qi slammed on the brakes, but drove back to the entrance of the hospital: "Think about it slowly! I have to go back first, and I have to start work tomorrow!"

The manager got out of the car, watched Song Qi's taillights go away, and sighed helplessly.

It is said to be considered, but in fact there is no need to think about it at all. Song Qi has the handle, so what room does he have to think about?
This result is already the result with the lowest loss.

Back at the door of the ward, he found the police officer on duty: "Hi, we plan to withdraw the case..."

(End of this chapter)