Wife's number one black fan

The weekend of early April.

Jiangbei secretly received instructions from his father Li Qiangguo, who had not been home for a long time, and Li Youqing to visit the Wutong Mountain villas.

"I haven't finished recording my song, so I can't go home again in a while?"

Li Youqing is obviously reluctant to go home at this time. One reason is that he is recording songs. The main reason is that he has gone home too often this year. I went back five times in less than two months after the new year. It's really a little unacceptable.

"Two old people are lonely at home. We should spend more time with them." Jiangbei naturally can't tell the real purpose, but can only force deception in the name of "accompanying the elderly".

Obviously, Li Youqing just complained. After reading it in pieces, he picked up the lyrics and music scores to be familiar with them and praised them seriously.

Liangliang dozed off in the back seat. His small mouth on his arm was pressed up, and occasionally a few filaments of crystal could flow out.

The car was quiet until twenty minutes later, the car entered the familiar Wutong Mountain villa area, and the atmosphere became active again.

"Uncle and aunt!"

After a sleep, she was cool and energetic. As soon as she got off the bus, she ran home. One sentence after another, 'uncle and aunt', was as pleasant as wiping honey.

However, only Jiangbei knows that he is designated as the gambling king. Recently, the economy is very tense and he began to find a way to make money.

Speaking of it, the last little motorcycle hasn't settled accounts with her. Why do you think this damn fat sheep belongs to his own family?

"Here we are. What about the Longjing tea that Beibei asked you to bring?"

"Here it is. Dad, this is the fresh Yuqian Longjing that I specially asked someone to pick on the tea mountain yesterday. It was sent to me by air this morning. "

"Then I have to have a good taste. Bring it quickly."

Weng and his son-in-law got together, sat on the sofa and began to make tea.

Liangliang runs to the kitchen to help his mother-in-law Wen cuie work, try to win favor, and see if he can get some pocket money.

When Li Youqing saw her around, she simply went up to the second floor to get familiar with the lyrics.

"The acquisition plan failed." Li QIANGGUO glanced at Li Youqing who disappeared in the corridor and whispered.

"I didn't expect that cultural, creative and entertainment would be so stubborn that they wouldn't agree to offer them a premium of five times." Jiangbei is as steady as an old dog, making tea and saying with a little regret.

"Yes... Stubborn enough to make people wonder." Li QIANGGUO said meaningfully.

"What other plans does Dad have next?" Jiangbei seemed not to see the difference. He made tea, put the cup in front of his father-in-law and asked.

Li Qiangqiang took it easy to pick up the cup and took a drink. He looked intoxicated and tasted the rich taste of Longjing before the rain. After a long time, he regained consciousness, put down the tea cup and said, "what other plans can you have? Since the acquisition fails, you can only play with inferior means of pressure."

Means of repression.

It seems that my father-in-law doesn't know the background of new year's Eve. He actually plans to use pressure to make cultural, creative and entertainment succumb.

Truth is naive.

But it's also good to speed up the downfall of father-in-law.

"Is it convenient for you to write an album song?"

Jiangbei was stunned when he heard the speech and replied, "Dad, what do you mean?"

Li Qiangqiang pondered: "I want to prepare with both hands, secretly use the current forces of Erjing film and television to suppress cultural, creative and entertainment, and force other forces in the entertainment industry to remain neutral or stop cooperation with cultural, creative and entertainment. Second, aren't you recording a new album? I want you to write an album song and give it to a female singer of Erjing film and television, so as to fight with children and reduce her album sales. "

This method of Li Qiangqiang made Jiangbei feel a little familiar, and soon realized that this behavior was exactly the same as Qin Baichuan, the cinema of Sanchuan, who wanted to suppress Erjing film and television.

It seems that these are the basic operations of powerful leaders.

First warning, then suppression and blocking.

Nothing new.

The most important thing is that the end of this operation is generally not very good.

Jiang Bei, who knew his identity as a traitor, nodded back: "no problem, but I can't guarantee the quality."

There is still a line to speak, even for the transgressor.

"As long as it is not inferior to the quality of the young album." Li Jianguo knocked.

Jiangbei said with a wry smile, "Dad, how do I feel you doubt me."

"Be confident and get rid of the word feeling."

“……”

The old man never thought that his father-in-law Li QIANGGUO would be suspicious of him and confirm whether the producers of ten songs and lyrics in the young album existed.

"It's a pity that we had a hand in the beginning, otherwise the whole thing would have been exposed."

Thinking of this, Jiangbei couldn't help sighing.

Before, he did have the idea to write an album in person and let her fight against her father-in-law Li QIANGGUO, but later he was worried that he would be known by the elderly. After all, the father-in-law knew many of his trumpets, so he finally gave up the idea.

I just didn't expect that giving up this time would let him get away with it.

"But uncle, this wave of operation is really going to hit the muzzle of the gun. It's uncertain. Next is the second Qin Baichuan."

Liang Liang squatted on the ground, pulled out a Dogtail grass and held it in his mouth. There was a smell of soil fragrance from spring on the grass.

"Erjing film and television will also become the second Sanchuan cinema." Jiangbei added.

"Brother, don't you love Erjing film and television?" Liang Liang asked curiously.

Jiang Bei shook his head, learned to squat on the ground, pulled out a Dogtail grass and played with it in his hand. He replied, "have you forgotten our original intention? As long as I can finally achieve the goal of letting your sister-in-law quit the entertainment industry, I won't feel bad even if I catch up with the whole Erjing group. "

"After all, there is Erjing group behind Erjing film and television. The market value of more than 30 billion is not active if anyone wants to move, so the final result is nothing more than a heavy blow to Erjing film and television. When your uncle retreats to the second tier, we will increase investment to restore the vitality of Erjing film and television. "

"Yes, at that time, on the eve of the new year's Eve, let her explain the misunderstanding with her father. Maybe she can be carried by the entertainment industry." Liang Liang shook his small head and the dog tail grass was thrown around.

Next to the entertainment industry?

He is not rare.

He just wants to go to his wife's bed.

Jiangbei threw away the dog's tail grass in his hand, got up and patted the dust on his body. Looking at the afternoon sun, he said in a deep voice: "so the next action is very critical. We should fully cooperate with your uncle to suppress cultural, creative and entertainment, and strive to let the big man behind nianxi take action."

"Don't worry, brother, uncle, this time we must return with hatred!"

This is a promise from the casino king of Ancheng.