It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 16 Lin Qin's Little Vest
After Tian Xin blurted out, she immediately covered her mouth, and stared at Lin Qin with wide eyes.

Uncle Yan is really the president of the Yan family?
Lin Qin nodded, sorted out all the sketches and stuffed them into the drawer together.

Tan Yubo felt nervous when he heard the conversation between the two.

President Yan's is Lin Qin's family-friendly uncle. Isn't Lin Qin's family background...a bit higher than her own.

His eyes darkened, he put away the textbook for morning reading, took out the science and comprehensive set of papers and continued to study the questions.

Tian Xin was stunned for a moment in shock, and stood beside Lin Qin's table with an excited face.

"Qinqinqinqin, then our uncle is a proper tall, rich and handsome man! Still single on this condition? Isn't it because others are rushing to find Uncle Yan to marry him?"

Lin Qin braced his face and thought about it.

According to the established habits of the world, Uncle Yan should have no shortage of suitors.

"Maybe he doesn't want to." She guessed casually.

"Oh..." Tian Xin's face was flushed, and Xing Xing stared at her, "Then do you think it's okay for me to go after Uncle Yan after our college entrance examination is over?"

Lin Qin looked at her 14-year-old face: "..."

"as long as you are happy."

"Hey." Tian Xin turned back to the front desk, then turned her head to remind, "The first Chinese class, Qinqin, remember to listen."

"Yeah. I know."

……

As soon as Yan Shang entered the office, Secretary Fang followed him holding a tablet.

"Boss, the blogger who stole the manuscript yesterday is a college student. He probably lacks legal knowledge. It is because we forged evidence and led a group of fans to post negative news in the comment area of ​​our company account."

"The public opinion is not good for us if he continues to make trouble like this, and the follow-up publicity is also easy to be hacked."

"Didn't file a complaint against him?" Yan Shang took the tablet, first confirmed the itinerary, and then swiped the screen to check the comment area of ​​"Zhan Qiuyin".

"The online ones have been sent." Secretary Fang clenched his fists, very angry, "The offline documents have to wait for the court to process them, and they will be sent to him this afternoon at the earliest."

"But the trend of the Internet does not wait for anyone, and public opinion is changing rapidly. It may be brought to a rhythm in a minute."

"So?" Yan Shang handed back the tablet and looked at Secretary Fang calmly, "What is the plan of the PR department?"

Secretary Fang was confused by him, so he quickly replied.

"The public relations department has two plans now. One is to privately find this blogger named Zhan Qiuyin to mediate. With the police as the third party, mediation should not be difficult."

"But it may take some money to calm things down quickly, and overall we're losing money."

"What about the other one?" Yan Shang was obviously dissatisfied.

"The other...we have all the evidence, and we can beat this person to the end. The operation side said that black heat is also heat. As long as you don't care about the scolding of a small number of netizens, you can change the impression when the court comes out with a judgment."

Yan Shang raised his hand and tapped twice on the table, and asked in a deep voice, "Can't you think of a solution that takes into account both public opinion and reality?"

"Yes, yes..." Secretary Fang hesitated.

"Say." Yan Shang said patiently.

Secretary Fang trembled all over, and quickly explained: "The stolen original painting is from the artist Ling, who is the master of the painting industry who I asked you for cooperation last time."

"If the painter Ling Neng comes forward to explain to fans, public opinion can be reversed in the blink of an eye."

Without waiting for Yan Shang to ask again, he added with a wry smile: "But the problem is that the artist has debuted for nearly ten years and has never spoken out in any public place. The industry basically knows that behind him is a hacker friend who helps hide information. We even find real people. not."

His voice has not yet fully landed.

The tablet in his hand emits message notification sounds one after another.

"Sorry boss." Secretary Fang smiled awkwardly, and turned on the screen to adjust the silent mode.

After glancing at the text pushed by the news, he was caught off guard and exclaimed.

"Old, boss!"

"...What's the matter?" Why was he surprised.

Yan Shang began to think about whether to change to a more stable secretary.

"Illustrator Ling! The boss opened Weibo! He also posted a dynamic irony of Zhan Qiuyin!" Secretary Fang didn't know that he was about to lose his job, and was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Yan Shang doesn't pursue stars or painters, so it's hard to empathize with his reaction.

Wen Yan only raised his eyebrows calmly, and asked: "Didn't it mean that he didn't make a sound?"

"Cough... that... maybe the boss saw our Yan's sincerity and sincerely cooperated." Secretary Fang bowed slightly holding the tablet, "Boss, I'm going to step down if I have nothing to do. You are busy, you are busy. "

Yan Shangning glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "Do your job well, and don't take on lobbyists in the future."

"Yes, yes, don't worry." Secretary Fang could not wait to take a step back and bow, approaching the office door and sneaking away.

The second group of artists gathered in the conference room of the apartment building.

The team members with red eyes after staying up all night didn't look very good-looking, and few of them returned to the room during the break after get off work.

They all squeezed into a small group of five or six people with the people around them, either defending their rights on Weibo, or discussing in a low voice that the intern was suddenly suspended for investigation.

They are all conscientious and original workers, and they can better maintain the "nobility" of cultural people under the environment of Yan's high salary to support capable people.

So even though the truth is still uncertain, rumors of "Dong Zirui leaking the drawing" have already spread, and most people who are not familiar with him are a little shameless.

And Jiang Lei sat at the head of the conference table with a sullen face, his eyes were frighteningly red.

He didn't really believe that the younger brother who drank milk tea and painted pictures all day long and kept yelling at the big guy for being awesome would do such immoral things.

Dong Zirui lay on the bed, staring at the suspension notice on his mobile phone in a daze, more dazed than the team members in the conference room.

"Ding dong." The prompt drew his attention back.

Boss Jiang: Xiao Rui, do you have any idea about the mailbox?
Milk Tea Xiaorui: No... Boss, I really don't know why that blogger has my email password.

Milk tea Xiaorui: Can the technical department find out how he logged in?

Boss Jiang: To tell you the truth, the email was not checked by the company, but the boss packed the evidence and sent it directly.

Jiang Lei tapped, deleted the text, and then slowed down and sent a voice.

"The current public opinion situation is not very good. If you can't come up with any valid proof today and explain why your mailbox was logged in from a different place, you may be persuaded to quit before the internship period is over."

He was very earnest, and obviously still believed in himself.

Dong Zirui's eye sockets were a little sore, he pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then quit WeChat as if making up his mind, and switched to another account.

Meow: Boss, are you there?
Meow: [Cat Probe.jpg]

He stared at the dynamic cat in a daze, and suddenly cheers erupted from the direction of the conference room.

Faintly heard the words "Weibo" and "Big Brother", and quickly switched back to WeChat.

Jiang Lei: [Link-Weibo homepage]

Jiang Lei: You are really lucky, the boss directly posted on Weibo to be tough.

Jiang Lei: Now that the public opinion has reversed, it is estimated that the company will allow you to stay in the group until the results of the investigation come out.

...

Lin Qin didn't see his news until after class.

L: 1
Opposite seconds back.

Meow: Boss! !I saw your manuscript was stolen and came to ask what happened, but I just saw that you opened Weibo!It shouldn't be a big problem, right?

L: Well, small things.

Lin Qin didn't think much, and was about to click on Weibo, but unexpectedly, he clicked into the profile picture of the other party and saw a few thumbnails in Moments.

These are Dong Zirui's recent paintings.

She zoomed in and took a closer look before returning to the dialog box.

L: Have you submitted a manuscript for Unbounded?

Meow: No, I dare not compare QAQ with the bosses
L:?
L: Isn't the painting pretty good?
She thought of something, and clicked on Jiang Lei's profile picture instead.

L: Has your team invited other artists?
Jiang Lei: I have this plan, but we have not contacted anyone other than you. Do you have any recommended friends?

L: [business card]

L: He is more suitable for drawing biochemical laboratories than me, you can ask.

After recommending, Lin Qin sent a screenshot to Dong Zirui.

Meow:? ? ? ?
Meow:! ! ! !
Meow: Boss! ! ! ! !You are a fairy! !
It was almost time for class, Lin Qin glanced at the Chinese teacher who walked into the classroom, and put away his phone in a low-key manner.

Dong Zirui's depression was swept away, he rolled on the bed excitedly, and couldn't help but intercepted the chat records and posted them on his Weibo.

Milk Tea Meow YYDS: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fans of Huashouquan are still very active, and soon someone will capture the information in his pictures.

No fish in March: Congratulations to Mr. Meow! !But you forgot the avatar in the small mosaic [doge]

dotttt: Isn’t Mr. Meow’s favorite one @画师白L?Teacher Zero's profile picture is too cute!

Go to my house tonight: Wait, everyone knows that Mr. Meow likes Da Da = Painter Zero, and the company Mr. Miao likes = Yan's... I seem to have discovered something extraordinary.

The members of the second group quickly followed the big data to the bottom of this Weibo, and naturally it was also transmitted to the mobile phone of Secretary Fang, a non-staff member.

Secretary Fang was in a meeting, and a message popped up on the top of the screen, and he clicked on it accidentally.

The mobile phone that is casting the screen instantly enlarges the picture on the screen.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He shivered suddenly, glanced at the boss and exited immediately.

Yan Shang, who was sitting nearby, caught the flashing picture information, and his brows tightened slightly.

After the meeting was over, he sat where he was and looked at Secretary Fang: "Send me the picture just now."

"Ah?" Secretary Fang didn't respond.

Yan Shang frowned and repeated: "Send me the picture you opened just now."

"Oh good boss!"

Yan Shang checked the original picture after receiving it, and zoomed in to the familiar avatar position.

With black lines on a white background, the outline of the small picture looks like a puppy crawling on the ground. When you zoom in and take a closer look, you will find that it is a strangely shaped motor.

He clicked on this image and watched it countless times, and he knew the direction of every line clearly.

This is... the chat records between Lin Qin and others?
"Is there a clearer picture of this screenshot?" Yan Shang raised his head and asked.

Secretary Fang happened to be reading that Weibo post, so he quickly sent it to his mobile phone.

Yan Shang repeatedly confirmed it several times, and then asked: "Is this avatar... the artist's zero?"

"Yes." Secretary Fang didn't understand why the boss was suddenly curious about this picture.

Yan Shang: "Is there a contract signed by the artist? Show me it."

Secretary Fang was even more at a loss: "Yes, but they are all electronically signed. We can only see the name, and other information is blocked by the background. Do you still want to see it?"

"Well, bring it to me as soon as possible." Yan Shang got up and returned to the office with a gloomy expression.

Lin Qin is the painter Zero?The little girl is just so powerful?

Fortunately, he has a good cooperative attitude. I don't know if he can add some points to her.

Secretary Fang is still trying to figure out what the boss is dissatisfied with, and if he hears the love brain in his heart speak, I'm afraid he will be surprised.

"Boss, is there any problem with the contract?" Yan Shang was silent for a while facing the screen, Secretary Fang asked nervously.

"No, let's go down." Party B's signature column is indeed the little girl's name.

Yan Shang handed the tablet back to him.

Weighing in my heart whether I should ask this matter.

But Lin Qin cooperated with the company without telling him, and didn't mention a word about the manuscript theft incident, probably because he didn't want him to know.

No wonder I've been feeling down in the morning lately. It turned out that I stayed up all night to draw.

Yan Shang smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his head slightly, and began to plan to cook some supplements for the little girl, and opened the WeChat of the legal department to send a message.

Yan: Deal with the stolen manuscript of the painter zero as soon as possible.

...

Wen Yue never thought that he would create such an invulnerable iron plate in a moment of greed.

His limited knowledge reserves only know that stealing works is illegal, and as long as there is no evidence, the other party will have nothing to do with him.

But I don't know how much a large company of Yan's size can do.

The indictment and the court summons were mailed to his home in the afternoon. He stood behind the door before he could calm down when the doorbell rang again.

It was an urgent delivery package from the same city, and lawyer Yan delivered it in person.

Inside the package were all the printed paper evidence and a USB stick.

"Mr. Wen, shall we talk about your creative inspiration first, or how did you get the password of our employee mailbox?"

Inexperienced college students respond to all kinds of responses on the Internet, but in reality they are paper tigers that can be broken with a single poke.

Before the lawyer could say any more threats and lures, Wen Yue's knees softened and he shook things out one by one.

By the time Lin Qin got out of school, the Internet farce had come to an end.

Zhan Qiuyin apologized publicly, and let the ridicule lie flat.

Yan thinks that the other party is still a student, so he will not be held criminally responsible.

The painter zero gained tens of millions of fans within a day, and also faintly spread the reputation of supporting his peers.

"Qinqin." Yan Shang lowered the window and waved to her.

"Uncle Yan." Lin Qin was completely used to him being his driver, nodded as usual, and sat in the co-pilot.

"Have you finished your lunch soup?" Yan Shang seemed to be in a good mood, with a gentle smile on his face and eyes.

Lin Qin thought of the pork rib soup that most of it went into Tian Xin's stomach, and nodded against his conscience.

"As long as you like it, how about making you angelica beef soup tomorrow?"

"..."

Is there a possibility that she is just on her period, not pregnant or anything.

Lin Qin leaned back in the seat and turned to look at the man unhurriedly.

"Uncle Yan."

"Huh? Don't like it?"

Lin Qin looked at his refined side profile, licked the soft flesh inside his lower lip, and restrained his tone of sarcasm.

He said lightly: "If I remember correctly, I am the only one, but I don't have to make up so often."

Yan Shang: "..."

There was an eerie silence in the carriage for half a minute.

Lin Qin turned around as if nothing had happened, not taking this episode seriously.

Yan Shang glanced at her in the rearview mirror from time to time, and only spoke in a low voice after the car came to a complete stop.

"Qinqin, tell me what you want to eat."

"Uncle will do it for you."

"OK?"

(End of this chapter)