After losing the horse, the full-level boss was forced to hang up on the hot search

Chapter 297 Black Hand
Su Yinghou, who was only planning to watch the show, immediately stood up: "Now the cameras are all night-vision high-definition. At that time, Brother Yan is sending messages. You can know by watching the surveillance!"

Zhao Xinwen clenched the hand that was about to stab the knife in the back.

bitch!

Everything in the Zhao family belongs to her, why should this bitch rob her of her assets!

But in front of everyone, she naturally won't reveal anything, and she doesn't believe that things are like this, she can still wash Yan Qingmu clean!

He said softly: "Miss Su is right! There are not no people who can get Mr. Yan's mobile phone, maybe there is an employee who wants to cheat the boss!"

Even if they can deduct it to others, she still has a way to make Wu Baibai's fans bite him to death!
A person from the program team said awkwardly: "At that time, there was a power outage at the scene, and maybe, no live footage was recorded."

Su Yinghou pursed her lips, as if she was very anxious for him: "What should I do then? Isn't it unclear?" Then she said, "Let's go tune up first! Everyone check your mobile phones, see See if there is any picture taken at that time."

People from the program team went to adjust the monitoring.

All the fans at the scene were looking at their mobile phones.

"The equipment on site has its own electrical storage, but during the time of the power outage, the equipment failed, and no pictures were taken."

"The same goes for the mobile phone! I clearly remembered that I was turning on the camera, but the picture was not saved."

"So, there are no pictures."

……

The entire building was covered by formations. It must have been something done by the demon, causing the equipment in the building to malfunction, and making it impossible for all modern technology to prove what happened during this period of time!
Hearing this, some people in the crowd stretched their brows, some had smug eyes, and some were extremely excited.

More people at the scene wanted to see him fall heavily than they were worried about Yan Qingmu.

Zhao Yarong glanced at him, his pale face made him unable to see what Yan Qingmu was thinking, but he still said in a protective manner: "The artist is recording a show, and the mobile phone should not be in his hands." Looking at Yan Admiring team, "Who was holding Xiaoyan's cell phone at that time?"

The agent, Mr. He, seemed a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and didn't answer immediately.

Zhao Xinwen's delicate and soft voice rang out in this moment of silence, and she seemed to believe that Yan Qingmu was a human being: "Mr. He, this is to find out the truth, and you don't want your own artist to be misunderstood. Curse it?"

Mr. He gritted his teeth and said softly, "I was on the side screen when the power went out, and a phone call came in. Many fans at the scene turned on their phone lights, so I passed the phone to Xiaoyan under the light."

Yan Qingmu raised her eyebrows.

His mobile phone was originally in Xihua's hands, but it was sent to him because the phone was connected suddenly. The director called out, and the executive agent came up and took his mobile phone away.

This sudden phone call must have been part of their plan.

Taking advantage of the power outage, they suddenly rushed over and handed him the phone, which was their real purpose.

Someone leisurely exclaimed: "So the phone has been in the hands of Mr. Yan?"

The little assistant is not stupid, it is clear that there is something wrong with the executive broker!

Staring at him, he said, "I didn't capture the scene of the stage. Did you give it when you said it would?"

Someone continued to gossip: "That really needs to be proved. Mr. Yan sent the message before he got the phone."

Xi Hua said unhurriedly: "Today's matter must be resolved before you go out. Of course, we have evidence in our hands who has touched Xiaoyan's mobile phone. Now, whoever is involved in it, stand by yourself Come out and admit, Wenhua can not be held accountable."

Her determined posture gave Zhao Xinwen a bad feeling.

After all, they have fought many times, and they still know a little about each other.

He immediately winked at his manager.

The agent, Ms. Yang, didn't understand, or rather, she didn't believe that no one could take a picture of it and clean it by herself!
So there is no plan to withdraw the draft.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhao Xinwen was a little anxious, so she could only step off the stage by herself, and ordered in a soft but strong tone: "Retract the announcement, immediately!"

As a manager, no one would like an artist to override him, especially a gold medal manager recognized in the circle like Ms. Yang.

He frowned and glanced at her, showing his displeasure on his face: "The team will handle this matter, you don't need to interfere!"

Zhao Xinwen saw Miss Yang's disgust, and quickly lowered her posture.

Miss Yang was quite satisfied with her posture, but she didn't intend to make her happy.Even if something goes wrong, it doesn't matter, I just want to teach this self-righteous young lady a lesson, let her know what attitude she should have when facing the manager!

People on stage and off stage, some had expectations, some didn't care, and some thought she was bluffing.

They looked at each other, and no one responded for a long time.

The idiot fan couldn't help it anymore, gritted his teeth and sneered, "If you have any evidence, quickly show it, don't play tricks on it!"

Xi Hua nodded: "Since no one has stepped forward, let's analyze it bit by bit from the back to the front. The on-site director, please cooperate."

The on-site director was taken aback, thinking that he hadn't done anything, why did he call him?
Fortunately, Li Ying went over and just asked him to help.

The big screen that was turned off came back on.

First there was a burst of darkness, a burst of startled exclamations, and then the stage was dazzled by the light of the mobile phone.

The picture seemed to be able to adjust automatically, and slowly the white picture began to show a clear portrait.

Mr. He at the side door lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. As for whose phone it was, he couldn't be sure for a while, but after a while, he walked to the stage with the phone and handed it to Yan Qingmu.

Obviously, the mobile phone he was playing with was the one Yan admired.

Coincidentally, an on-site digital clock appeared in the video, showing the time as 10:02, and after flashing for about ten times, it jumped to 10:03.

According to the screenshots on the Internet, the last message sent to the fan group was also at 10:02, so the person holding the mobile phone to Yan Admiration must be the one who sent the message!
The device was affected by the formation and caused a white screen, but the eyes of the goblin would not!

The cat demon's night vision ability is excellent, and the pictures it stares at can be stored in its mind. When the formation is broken and all mana is restored, it will naturally be able to project the picture with mana.

Xihua's fingers lightly tapped her knees: "The time is right, the one who sent messages on our Xiaoyan mobile phone is this Mr. He."

It was not only Mr. He who was surprised to be recorded on the scene, but also the dark eyes in the crowd burst instantly!
(End of this chapter)