Manager Luo glanced at it and slammed his hand on the table, almost furious: "When did she get the full contract?!"

The contract was actually signed by the Zuo family because Si Fuqing was underage at the time.

Tianle Media never gave her the contract.

But now, this overlord contract has been uploaded to the Internet in its entirety, with the official seal of Tianle Media underneath.

The writing is clear in black and white.

1. During the contract period, our company will take 90% of Ms. Si Fuqing’s remuneration.

2. During the contract period, Ms. Si Fuqing shall not make any resource requests to our company, and must put the interests of the company first and personal interests second.

…

17. Ms. Si Fuqing should cooperate with our company in various matters, including but not limited to taking responsibility for others and assuming corresponding responsibilities...

There are more than 60 of them, all of them are squeezing Si Fuqing.

There are many overlord contracts in the entertainment industry, but this is the first time even the industry has seen one.

Not to mention the mousse, even passers-by and netizens were shocked.

[What kind of overlord contract is this? Does Tianle Media think of itself as the emperor? 】

[Celebrities are also human beings. Tianle Media, do you regard celebrities as human beings?!]

[This is when I was really angry and cried. What kind of life has Qingqing had in the past three years? How on earth can she endure it until now? Tianle Media, you guys still have the nerve]

Just this overlord contract has already changed public opinion.

Not to mention that Si Fuqing also posted a lot of chat records, all of which were exploited by Tianle Media.

She told everyone with facts that Tianle Media had not given her any resources at all in the past three years.

Manager Luo's face was livid, and he was almost angry: "She is really going to rebel! Where is Feng Peizhi? Let her get lost, and ask Si Fuqing to delete this Weibo immediately, and then apologize and clarify!"

The public relations manager wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

Manager Luo's eyes were gloomy.

There is one and two, not three and four.

He didn't care how much trouble Si Fuqing had caused Tianle Media in the past few months.

It's impossible to give up this time.

At the banquet at the end of the month, he will directly sell Si Fuqing to some big bosses.

Look how arrogant she is!

Si Fuqing’s Weibo post caught the marketing account and the trolls off guard.

Before they could react, a second Weibo post appeared.

[@SiFuqingV: Fans don’t need to help me, I’ll do it myself. I’m not posting this to make you sympathize with me, I’m just trying to fight for and recover benefits, and let people with the same experience gain experience.

And you @Mengxue, take care of your fans, stop jumping around here, I’ll help you gain some virtue.】

There has always been a saying in the industry that if fans fight, the right person will lose.

But Si Fuqing not only ended up being dismissed directly, but also made Meng Xue's name famous.

Meng Xue’s response is not, nor is not her response.

Someone touched Meng Xue's super chat and saw that she frequently went online and offline many times during this period, but she did not make a sound.

[Meng Xue’s fans are really swearing, and they can use such ugly words to a girl. 】

[I don’t think Si Fuqing lost in the end. She restrained her fans and was much better than Meng Xue. Sooner or later, Meng Xue would be killed by her crazy fans.]

[Compared with Si Fuqing, Meng Xue is really low, incomparable. 】

[Support Si Fuqing to terminate the contract! Rubbish company, please disappear from the entertainment industry as soon as possible! 】

Mousse: "..."

They seem to have lost their usefulness once again.

At this time, Class 7 of Beizhou No. 1 Middle School is a self-study class.

Nian Yi'an watched his deskmate's head hit the table, and the "thud" sound shocked him.

Seeing that she was about to knock again, he quickly put his hand under her forehead: "Are you okay?"

The deskmate finally came to her senses and said quietly: "I feel like I'm useless."

"Ah?" Nian Yi'an couldn't help laughing, "You are in the top three in grade. If you are useless, then who am I?"

"Look, it's this woman. She makes me useless." The deskmate pointed to the photo on his pencil case indignantly, "She fucked me again. She is usually so Buddhist, and she gets energetic every time we fight.

Wow, I am so lonely."

Nian Yian looked at Si Fuqing's photo and was silent for a moment: "What did you do to me?"

"Tianle Media is a garbage company." The deskmate looked around and whispered, "Today Qingqing finally terminated the contract with this company! I want to celebrate with a few more sets of papers!"

Nian Yi'an pursed his lower lip: "Is there any news? Can I read it?"

His deskmate did remind him that he should download some social software and keep track of the latest news about his cousin.

My deskmate handed me the phone.

After reading all the Weibo posts, Nian Yian took a slow breath and clenched his fists.

There was a crackling sound in the bones of his back.

The burning sensation is stronger.

My deskmate was confused for a moment: "What's going on?"

"Nothing, you heard wrong." Nian Yian's eyes narrowed and his smile was deep and charming, "If you have time, can you help me with English and Chinese lessons."

"No problem." The deskmate agreed, "Because you are a male fan, I helped. Oops, I want to go to Super Chat and say that I know a male Mousse, but you are not a rare animal. We are all in love with you."

There are so many male fans of Qing."

Nian Yi'an: "..."

He is indeed a male fan.

And he is also a crazy male fan.

Who knows that his cousin is still the famous NINE god?

"Well, thank you." Nian Yian stood up, "I will repay you."

He left the classroom, went to the end of the corridor, and dialed Si Fuqing's number.

"Sister Qingqing, are you okay?" Nian Yi'an's voice deepened, "Do you need my help? I have good computer skills, maybe I can help with something."

"It's okay." Si Fuqing said in a lazy tone, "I heard from aunt that you should study hard. I'll check your homework when I get home later. You have to work hard."

"Yes, I will." Nian Yi'an thought of his deskmate, "Sister Qingqing, do you have some autographed photos for me? Ahem...my deskmate is your fan."

"Yes." Si Fuqing said, "Give me your address and I will ask Phytolacca to send it to you."

For this promotion of RM, Si Fuqing took many sets of makeup photos, and the brand produced exquisite photo albums and gave her several boxes.

After she took out a set and signed it, she asked Phytolacca to send it.

Then she sat down in front of the computer and tapped her fingers on the keyboard.

Soon, each program was generated and running.

Si Fuqing opened a bottle of Coke and was about to drink it when her nose twitched and she suddenly smelled the familiar smell of blood.

At the same time, Feng San's anxious voice came from outside the door: "Brother Ninth!"

Si Fuqing's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately opened the door and went out. He saw blood on Yu Xiheng's white shirt: "Boss, are you injured?"

"It's a small injury." He sat down and said in a calm voice without any fluctuation, "It's not a problem."

"Is there blood all over the clothes, or are they just minor injuries?" Si Fuqing frowned, "Come here and I'll show you."

Yu Xiheng paused, then followed her into the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes." Si Fuqing felt that these three words were a bit wrong, so he added, "I mean, you have to take off your clothes before I can show you the wound."

Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved slightly: "I know, no need to explain."

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his shirt as expected.

There were very light scars on the man's muscular abdomen, which were obviously old injuries.

Si Fuqing walked around behind him and saw a hand-long gash on his lower back, with blood pouring out.

She sat down, took out the medical silver needle from the first aid kit, disinfected it and began to sew the wound.

Halfway through the stitches, Si Fuqing asked: "Does it hurt?"

Yu Xiheng's voice was quiet: "It's okay."

"Oh, then I'll be gentle." Si Fuqing moved gently, "It's not very big and can be sewn quickly. Just bear with it. Why are you injured? I'll follow you next time you go out."
To be continued...