The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 84

Ming Qi accepted Fang Wenning's invitation and went to the new clubhouse opened by Cheng Hongjun.

The reason why she knew that Cheng Hongjun opened it was because of Mingya's pestering last time.

Ming Qi didn't care about where she was going, what she cared about was Fang Wenning's purpose for inviting her.

It's a club, but it's more like a high-end membership club, and all the entertainment items are set up for the children of wealthy families.

Horse racing, shooting, billiards, golf...

Ming Qi handed over the invitation card at the door, and the tall gentleman's waiter led her in.

Fang Wenning is at the shooting range.

She was wearing a black leather jacket, wearing goggles and holding a 95-type rifle with the strongest recoil, aiming intently at a target 200 meters away.

The short hair was sticking to her forehead with sweat, and the curves of her beautiful body were exposed in the sun.

There were several consecutive "bangs", and the bullet passed through the chamber.

Fang Wenning remained motionless.

She didn't put down the gun and took off the goggles until she heard the sound of continuous hits, and turned her head: "Miss Ming."

Sweaty hair was pasted on her forehead, the woman's eyes were tough, and even her face was bright and sharp that could not be provoked.

Ming Qi looked back at the shooting target, "Hello."

Fang Wenning took her to rest under the open-air tent next to her.

She put the goggles and the black rifle on the table, took a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed it to drink. Some drops of water splashed on her chin, and she brushed them off casually.

Fang Wenning sat down at the round table, put her arms on the table, and looked directly at her: "Ming Qi, you have always been smart."

"Since you can guess that I helped you last time, why don't you guess again, why did I ask you this time?"

Ming Qi laughed: "I am not so powerful."

Fang Wenning didn't care about being rejected.

Her eyes moved to the back of Ming Qi, where Ming Qingyun stood there, so quiet that she didn't feel any presence.

This is not normal.

The blue eyes, the perfect face, the mysterious and even awe-inspiring temperament, the extraordinary shot that night... No matter from any aspect, it is not an existence that can be ignored.

But strangely, few people pay attention to him.

He quietly appeared beside Ming Qi, with no background, no history, no reason, but no one questioned him.

This in itself is unreasonable.

Ming Qi knocked on the armrest: "Miss Fang, why don't you just speak up?"

Fang Wenning was startled awake, and she withdrew her probing gaze: "I want the position of the president of the Tabeiyin Association."

Ming Qi raised his eyes: "Miss Fang wants it, so she can fight for it herself, what do you want me to do?"

Fang Wenning looked at her meaningfully: "Because of you, Ming Qi, only you have the possibility."

Ming Qi did not respond, to be precise, there was no reaction on her face.

Fang Wenning also said to herself: "I also know something about the right and wrong between Miss Ming and Deng Shuwen. Although there is indeed a reason for Deng Shuwen's own fault, the reason why you can beat him , or because of the Imperial Music Association."

"The Imperial Capital Music Association's personal demise directly caused all netizens to reverse their tone, and their voices turned against each other in an instant—no one dared to question the attitude of the Imperial Capital Music Association. The status of the Imperial Capital Music Association is so lofty and detached that people trust it blindly and fanatically."

Ming Qi nodded: "You are right."

Fang Wenning took off her black gloves and continued: "The reason why the Imperial Capital Music Association has such a status is because it has long been beyond the jurisdiction of Yatlin. It has the right to act independently across national borders, and even... surpasses Yatlin. On top of the forest order system."

Ming Qi knocked on the armrest, but didn't answer.

Fang Wenning stared at her expression, and then said: "The Music Association of the Atrin Imperial Capital, the Mobius Royal Jurisdiction, and the Green Martial Arts Field of the Principality of Luojia... are also called the International Judgment Team."

Ming Qi tilted his head, and changed the topic: "So what do you want to say today?"

Fang Wenning put the gloves aside, "In the Gu Xun incident, the music association ended with the dismissal of Xu Liu. In the Deng Shuwen incident, it posted a blog statement amidst the abuse, and gave up two ninth-level members to protect you."

"Ming Qi," Fang Wenning looked at her with burning eyes: "It can be broken by such a powerful Imperial Capital Music Association and defended in person. What is your identity?"

Ming Qi smiled, frankly and calmly: "Since Miss Fang is curious, you might as well dig it out yourself."

"No." However, Fang Wenning shook her head.

She said: "I know my status, your status, I am not curious. I just want to discuss cooperation with you today."

"Are you sure, cooperation?"

Fang Wenning paused, "...Maybe."

Ming Qi tapped on the armrest, not really interested: "Say it."

"I just want the position of the head of the Tabei Music Association. You have to deal with the Qiu family, and I want to take over. You can handle the authorization of the Imperial Capital Music Association, and I will deal with Qiuru. You and I are mutually beneficial."

Ming Qi raised his eyebrows: "Miss Fang, that's not how we talk about cooperation."

It sounds like reciprocity at first glance, but in the end it was just Fang Wenning borrowing her position.

"As far as I know, Ms. Fang is now the youngest that the Patriarch of the Fang family relies on the most. Her power is enormous, she speaks one word, and she is supported by countless people when she goes in and out... The only thing that is criticized is her unorthodox background."

"Now the old Patriarch is getting older, but the next successor has not yet been decided..."

"I'll help you win the position of president. You use this to silence the elders of the Fang family and become the head of the family smoothly... Miss Fang, can't you get all the benefits?"

Fang Wenning's expression changed, she stared at Ming Qi closely.

Ming Qi tapped his finger: "If this is your sincerity, I think there will be others..."

"Snapped!"

Fang Wenning's hand rested on the black rifle on the table.

Ming Qi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Whether it succeeds or not," Fang Wenning said with firm eyes, "From now on, I, including the entire Fang family, will be at your mercy."

This benefit is not insignificant.

Even the confidants behind Fang Wenning's face changed drastically.

Just for the sake of a president who may not be able to get it yet, she promised all her wealth and the future Fang family. Is their lady... crazy? !
Moreover, even if Fang Wenning really won the position of president and secured the position of head of the Fang family, the benefits of this promise...wouldn't it be giving away all the power? !
However, Fang Wenning had already lowered her head, staring at Ming Qi resolutely, and pushed the 95 style over bit by bit.

—as if delivering some sort of token.

Meeting her scorching gaze, Ming Qi slowly picked up the gun.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she raised that gun and looked into the distance without even aiming.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

There was a rhythmic sound.

Ming Qi put down his gun and smiled slowly: "I accept Miss Fang's sincerity."

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After Ming Qi left, one of his confidantes came forward: "Miss, why sacrifice so much?"

"Is it big?"

She lowered her head and wiped the rifle with a towel, and asked casually.

This rifle has been specially modified, and its recoil is ten times stronger than ordinary ones.

When she just used it to hit the target, although her body stabilized, her arm was already bruised...

As for Ming Qi, shooting the target with a gun in one hand, with such a relaxed posture, without even moving her arm, she almost thought that there was something wrong with the gun...

"Yes, miss, if you are not elected as the president... Wouldn't it be a waste of time and you will get yourself in for nothing..." The confidant was full of worry: "This Ming Qi doesn't look like much, and he is still sitting in a wheelchair. It has something to do with the Music Association, and it may not be able to leave the tower north alive..."

Fang Wenning glanced at him, with murderous intent in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)