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"President Lin, isn't he afraid of being burned together?" Gao Mingzhen still smiled, but his eyes were a little more deserted than before.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, but I opened the door to do business, not to be a bitch. I pay the money and deliver the goods. There is no need to pose according to your preferences." Lin Weiran didn't sit down, as if a disagreement was about to explode .

Gao Mingzhen picked up the coffee and took a sip, looking calm and calm: "If you are afraid, you have to think about the consequences, figure out whether you can bear it, and then make a decision."

"I know if I can bear it or not. I'm just wondering if you can bear it. Why don't we see who can't bear it in the end." Lin Weiran smiled, but his tone was unequivocal. He said he was afraid, At this time, it seems that he is not afraid.

"Oh, it's interesting." Gao Ming Zhenneng, who came from a grassroots background, did not rely on luck to get to where he is today. Without the help of noble people, he lost a lot to others in the game. Everything in his hands was achieved by his own real swords and guns.He who had not yet reached the peak looked at Lin Weiran again, still smiling, but exuding a dangerous aura.

He sighed: "I didn't expect President Lin to be not a businessman."

"I always thought you were a happy businessman." Lin Weiran smiled and turned to a sneer, with a little impatience between his brows. He glanced at the vaguely familiar girl behind him, startled her, her face was pale and bit her Pursing his lips, he quietly hid behind another slightly mature girl.

He asked: "Whether they will be on stage or not, can Minister Gao give you a good word."

"President Lin just ask them if they are okay." Gao Mingzhen put the coffee back on the table and made a soft sound.

The older girl seemed to tremble.The younger one couldn't bear it at all.Lin Weiran turned around, no longer thinking about finding another way.Instead, he went to Yin Xiangxian's side and grabbed the walkie-talkie, and called out: "Zhao Chengshou!"

There was silence on the intercom.

Eyes in the room focus.

A few seconds of silence seemed to interpret Lin Weiran's performance just now as black humor, but at this moment there was a sound from the walkie-talkie: "President Lin?"

Lin Weiran had no expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Tell your people to stop working now, you can decide for yourself whether to listen to me or not."

A moment later, Zhao Chengshou's voice came, full of doubts, panic and fear, and he couldn't speak out for unnecessary excuses or excuses.All I could say was, "President Lin..."

Lin Weiran put down the walkie-talkie and stopped talking, but put more pressure on Zhao Chengshou.

The smell of gunpowder in the room has long been so strong that it can choke the nose. Han Weiyi was able to share the same hatred with Lin Weiran at first, but now he is faintly shaken.If this live broadcast is really opened up, the claims of the eight TV stations alone will cause Shinhan Production to go bankrupt and liquidate, causing such a big incident.Everyone who participated in the production of this concert will lose their livelihood in the circle. Yin Xiangxian, who can't keep up with the rhythm, has a pale face at this time, and can hardly maintain his superficial calm, let alone stand up to make things right.

At this time, Zhao Chengshou's voice came from the intercom: "It's done."

Gao Mingzhen smiled and clapped his hands: "It's fun."

Lin Weiran also smiled and said: "Then shall we continue?"

Gao Mingzhen took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, smiling even more: "Continue."

"Li Jingkui." Lin Weiran held the walkie-talkie.The roll call began again.

Han Weiyi, who was still able to maintain his composure on the surface, shook his hands, pursed his lips, and gritted his teeth tightly without saying a word.Yin Xiangxian made a gesture to get up, but Lin Weiran pressed his shoulders ahead of time, and his weather-beaten face finally showed bewilderment.The other people in the room didn't even dare to breathe, so they looked at Gao Mingzhen later.After looking at Lin Weiran for a while, he didn't dare to take them as the culprit, so he threw his angry eyes on Davichi, even more fiercely.

"President Lin." There was a response from the walkie-talkie.

Lin Weiran wentssip unexpectedly: "Have you seen Zheng Hao PD today?"

Everyone was at a loss, but they immediately listened to the intercom and said: "I understand."

Gao Mingzhen's smile finally froze, and his gaze towards Lin Weiran became even colder. The cigarette in his hand had been burning for a while, but he didn't smoke it until a loud scream came through the wall to the ears of everyone in the room. Just now with a shake of his hand, the ash fell, exposing the still burning shreds of tobacco, making him look even brighter.

Yin Xiangxian murmured in a low voice with his eyes blank: "It's really closed?"

Han Weiyi spread out one hand and rubbed his knees, his palms were covered with sweat.

The people present could hear the dead sound from the stereo, so their faces were even more frightened.

Gao Mingzhen's face paled slightly. If Han Weiyi or Yin Xiangxian said this, he would have laughed it off. Letting the live broadcast open the skylight is not a trivial matter that can be described as a dispute between emotions. Let's not talk about how many TV stations can Pulling m into a huge financial crisis on the grounds of breach of contract is the Achilles heel of the merger that can be eliminated by the intervention of the Korean Cultural Institute alone.

Is he really not afraid?

Lin Weiran suddenly proved it with actions again, he picked up the walkie-talkie again, called out by name: "Yin Rilu!"

This time the other party answered quickly: "President Lin."

Han Weiyi couldn't bear it anymore, but when she wanted to speak, a hand was lightly placed on her shoulder. For some reason, this woman who likes money chose to keep silent at this moment, even though she knew that if Shinhan Productions went bankrupt, she would The loss was much greater than that of Lin Weiran.

Gao Mingzhen finally revealed an angry expression: "President Lin, you have to think about the consequences, m belongs to Shinhan..."

"Shareholder?" Lin Weiran interrupted softly, with a mocking expression on his face.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Yin pd, there is no stage, no sound, only lights."

At the scene, no one knew that something serious had happened. Yin rilu, who was surrounded by his subordinates, held the walkie-talkie in front of his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.He looked towards the audience area, where there was a lot of noise, and the huge screaming sound swept the audience just now, which would naturally cause chaos.He looked at the guest seats, and the celebrities and entertainers who had just passed the red carpet and sat here also showed doubts, and asked the passing staff one after another.

Yin Rilu finally spoke: "President Lin, this is the life of more than 100 people in the production team from top to bottom. Also, I did not agree with M's poaching."

As soon as the voice fell, most of the people who heard this sentence were surprised.Compared with Yin Rilu, Li Jingkui, and Zhao Chengshou, the others produced by Shinhan are not optional, but they are not necessary.

They stared blankly for a while, and then focused their gazes on the three people watching the scene. The two assistant directors were rushing this way from the guest area. At this time, no one was in the mood to explain to these people what happened just now. .

Another sentence came from the walkie-talkie: "I will only give you the virtual concert next year, no matter where you are."

It is undeniable that Lin Weiran's promise made the staff feel at ease.

Yin Rilu smiled wryly, "But the lights on the stage are still on."

Lin Weiran said through the walkie-talkie: "It doesn't matter, you can turn it on and off again, or just turn off the current lighting of the venue. There is also someone who forgot to turn on the walkie-talkie. I want Minister Gao to know the current situation of the venue."

Turn off the scene lighting?

The audience is entering the arena!

Isn't Lin Weiran afraid of public accidents?

Except for Han Weiyi and Yin Xiangxian who turned their backs to Lin Weiran, everyone in the room looked at Lin Weiran with eyes like monsters, but found that he just hung up a chuckle, then leaned over and put the walkie-talkie in front of Gao Mingzhen on the coffee table.

'啪' was the sound of the large lighting being turned off, and there was still a soft sound coming from the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, the mobile phones of most people in the room started ringing, Gao Mingzhen stared at Lin Weiran, he had long since lost the self-restraint to maintain his superficial calmness.

There was another 'snap', no one spoke in the room, only the soft ringing of the walkie-talkie, and various ringtones.

'Pa', the large lighting that needs to be turned off in groups is such a torment. Lin Weiran unexpectedly relaxed, but Gao Mingzhen's head was covered with sweat. Before the sound could be heard again, there was a sudden noise in the room. Let out a choke.

someone cried.

It was the girl who hid behind her sister.

Lin Weiran and Gao Mingzhen looked over, but she was so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, and then her eyes were red, letting the tears flow down.

The crying girl still couldn't stop Yin Rilu's hand. Not long after, there was another sound from the walkie-talkie. It was Yin Rilu walking from one main gate to another.

It was this short interval that allowed the people in the room to finally breathe again, but they were even more nervous.

The tense atmosphere faded, but the pressure on Gao Mingzhen became even greater.

Finally, another 'pop' sound came from the walkie-talkie, Gao Ming's eyelids twitched, and his hands shrank from the heat. He didn't know when, the cigarette had already burned his hands.

Lin Weiran said relaxedly: "Director Yin and President Han pack up, and we will leave after the lights are turned off. I hope Minister Gao will bring enough people to maintain this concert. I had a good time this time, and I hope we will cooperate again in the future. Opportunity. Of course, if Minister Gao at that time can still cooperate with me."

Gao Mingzhen no longer hesitated, grabbed the walkie-talkie on the coffee table, and said loudly: "Enough!"

There was another 'pop' from the walkie-talkie, as if Gao Mingzhen's mouth was twitched.

Gao Mingzhen's hand clutching the walkie-talkie was bruised, staring at Lin Weiran as if he wanted to eat him up, and before the next slap hit his face, he immediately said: "Okay, I admit defeat."

The intercom is still going on.

The old god Lin Weiran was still standing there, even Yin Xiangxian and Han Weiyi looked at him with enough eyes.

Gao Mingzhen stood up, and passed the walkie-talkie to Lin Weiran over the coffee table.

Perhaps because the teary-eyed girl stared at her to soften her heart, Lin Weiran smiled at the strange girl, then took the walkie-talkie and said, "I've had enough."

The sound stopped, the breathing stopped, everyone was staring at the small walkie-talkie, and suddenly there was another 'snap', which made everyone, including Lin Weiran, turn blue.

"This thing will ring when it's turned on."

When Yin Rilu's voice came, it was half a beat slower as it should be.