I can't stop it, I really can't stop it.

Old Cheng didn't dare to try hard, for fear of breaking Zhou Qishen's wound open. Gu Heping rushed to the door and blocked his way, "Brother Zhou, what are you doing? Just like you are like now, can you still use force to suppress it?"

Zhou Qishen said quietly: "If you two still think I am a brother, then go pick up the car for me."

It's time to say this, Lao Cheng and Gu Heping looked at each other, and their minds were decided, like an arrow through the clouds. What else can we do?

Help.

The conference room in Fantian Entertainment headquarters building is brightly lit. From the afternoon to now, there have been a group of people entering and leaving, but the people in the core area have been unable to take charge. The administrative affairs in this area are full-time deputy general managers, and Meng Weixi only sits on the left, listening more and talking less.

"After professionals, Zhao Xiyin scores the highest score, so we should measure our professional level. Those who are capable are the most important and choose one in a hundred. This is the most fair and most in line with the original intention." said one of the directors.

"In the content film of "Nine Thoughts", although the role of disciple is not much, it plays an extremely important role in the highlighting and sublimation of the film's theme. I think this is what needs to be considered," another producer retorted.

"If you say that, we will be useless in preparation and selection work for half a year or even a year. So many professional teachers and dancers are in vain to train them."

"Director Wang Xiaoqiang, you misunderstood what I mean. Isn't there a ready-made one with outstanding comprehensive abilities?" The one who had the most objections used a remote control pen to draw out the information, and the projection showed Lin Lang's photo. "This is a classical dance student from the China Dance Academy. He has developed very well in recent years and has active fan resources on Weibo. She signed a contract with Qilin Entertainment, and before joining the group, Dong Yadong Industrial's Dong also had a close relationship with the investment center."

This person was justified and said, "As one of the investors, Mr. Qin's support for our project is no problem. I think Lin Lang is more suitable than Zhao Xiyin, whether it is plasticity, ductility, professionalism, or human relationships or relationships."

For a moment, there was no sound.

The representative of the dance director is naturally Dai Yunxin. Dai Yunxin has not spoken at this moment, pursing his lips tightly, and he cannot tell his preference. Su Ying, one of the leading actors, sat calmly, as if it doesn't matter who will play.

Everyone's eyes fell one after another to Dai Yunxin, Director Pang Ce, and Meng Weixi.

During the silence, the wooden door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Qishen was wearing a formal suit, standing straight. When a man wanted to create momentum, he could be brave without the contour of the side.

Secretary Xu followed him and walked in calmly, saying, "Mr. Zhou Qishen, general manager and director of Beijing Trade Group, is very concerned about the progress of this investment project. He hopes to learn and discuss with everyone here, and make suggestions for the smooth progress of the project."

Seeing that everyone was not expecting it, they looked at each other with doubts, Secretary Xu continued: "Beijing Trade Group made a decision to invest in "Jiu Si" in the first quarter of 2017, including but not limited to projects presented in film and television. The total investment amount reached 208 million yuan. According to the contract, Jing Trade is the largest investor and producer of the project."

Others may not understand it, but the producer and director team are naturally clear.

Zhou Qishen is quite low-key in the investment in external projects, and is assisted by a professional lawyer review team and financial management team. His company is well-known, but he actually does not show up often. Finally, he met himself, which still surprised most people.

Only four words were seen in him, young and promising.

Zhou Qishen was not nervous and sat down calmly. He picked up the relevant information on the table and turned over a few pages, and then threw it away from the center of the mahogany table.

Lin Lang's several pages of promotion made him look disdainful.

Zhou Qishen didn't even need to say a word, this action showed his attitude.

Secretary Xu: "We have a general understanding of the content of the debate at the meeting just now. Disagreements are good. In order to respect the opinions of all the core management teams here, it is better to vote by name. The two most controversial dancers, Ms. Zhao Xiyin and Ms. Lin Lang, as investors and producers, we must uphold fairness, listen to the opinions of professionals, and make our most objective resolutions."

Secretary Xu's speech was actually a tough attitude.

The market where capital is king can exert huge capital dividends in some not-so-fair moments. To put it bluntly, wealth is the old man. Uncle Zhou wants a daughter to make a beautiful woman smile, and no one can stop him.

The conference room was quiet, Zhou Qishen's face was quiet, his hands were overlapping, and he sat here without moving. The atmosphere was extremely dull, so no one of the oppositions who could speak eloquently dared to respond.

"Zhao Xiyin." Meng Weixi suddenly spoke, calm and powerful.

At almost the same minute, Dai Yunxin also expressed his opinion, "I agree with Zhao Xiyin."

The executive deputy director Wang Xiaoqiang, who had been speaking for Zhao Xiyin, also raised his hand, "Since the assessment is set up, we must respect the significance of the assessment itself. For the sake of emotion and reason, we should be the best person elected. So I chose Zhao Xiyin."

At the same time, Director Pang Ce's assistant came over, handed over his phone, and whispered: "The Qianlin Cinemas is Chairman Gu."

Qianlin Group holds the advantage of national 10,000 shadow distribution, and is quite prestigious in the industry. Even the elders of the Meng family must be respectful. Zhou Qishen has always been calm and is not surprised by this just right call.

After the call, Director Pang returned to his seat, saying a word of money, "Student Zhao."

The dust settled, and a tug-of-war of interests between all parties that should have been tangled for a long time quickly quelled the chaos. Zhou Qishen made drastic and concise, and took back what Zhao Xiyin deserved with a slightly barbaric, coercive and tempting method.

Xu Jin remembered Gu Heping's explanation before coming, and did not dare to delay things. After a few polite words, he left the seat with Zhou Qishen. The moment he stood up, Zhou Qishen's steps obviously shook. His face was still calm, and Secretary Xu calmly supported his arm.

After letting go in one second, Zhou Qishen walked steadily.

After leaving the conference room, the discussion gradually rose in the door. When Zhou Qishen pinched Secretary Xu's shoulder with both hands, and half of the weight was leaning on his head. The elevator door was closed, and Secretary Xu suddenly supported him, "Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Qi was sweating heavily on his forehead, and his hands covering his abdomen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Secretary Xu looked down and saw a small piece of dark suit wet, with red blood oozing out between his fingers. His heart felt cold and his wound must have cracked.

Once back to the hospital, Gu Heping and Lao Cheng almost passed by, "I knew this was the case. Congratulations to Boss Zhou, congratulations! I have to go to the operating room again."

Zhou Qishen could hurt even when he opened his mouth, but his eyes were quite happy, which was really a problem.

——

The assessment was over and the team training came to an end. In the past two days of the results, the training task was not heavy and the teachers didn't come often. A group of girls gathered together to chat, and occasionally guessed who would fall in the lead dance position. Cen Yue asked around and said to Zhao Xiyin: "It seems that there are many people who chose Lin Lang."

To be fair, it is normal to choose her.

Zhao Xiyin's reaction was simple, lowering her waist to press her legs, and the arc stretched on her waist was soft and beautiful.

"When the results come out, how many days of vacation can the group be on? Do you have any arrangements?"

"No arrangements are made, I will sleep at home and accompany my teacher Zhao."

"I have to go home, or you can go back with me and visit my Shanxi." Cen Yue bent her eyes and warmly invited.

"Go to visit your gold mine?" Zhao Xiyin joked.

"If you don't go to the mine, you're afraid of scaring you." Cen Yueman said seriously: "But you can take you to see our gold bricks and gold bars, four 9, which meets the national standards. One gold brick is four kilograms, and everything is available."

Zhao Xiyin pinched her face, thinking she was having fun, "I understand, little rich woman."

Cen Yue's eyes rolled twice and suddenly asked, "Xiaoxi, you said, how much does it cost to support a man before he can submit?"

Zhao Xiyin was drinking water when she sprayed it out in one sip.

Cen Yue raised his slender fingers and gestured to four fingers, "Are the four gold bricks enough?"

Four gold bricks, more than seven million, which man can be so expensive?

"Zhao Xiyin, someone is looking for you." The group member at the door shouted. Zhao Xiyin turned his head and saw Gu Heping standing at the door with a smile.

"Brother Heping, why are you here?" Zhao Xiyin walked over and wiped the sweat from her neck with a towel.

Gu Heping's eyes were a little dodged, and he hid Cen Yue's round and clear eyes beside him, and he was also depressed. What's wrong with him? Why are you feeling guilty?

Zhao Xiyin toured twice between him and Cen Yue, "Are you... looking for her?"

Gu Heping cleared his throat and coughed twice, "Xiaoxi, let me tell you something."

The long story is short, concise and to the point. After saying that, Gu Heping sighed and said sadly, "Brother Zhou was stabbed twice by a dagger. One was in the belly, and another two centimeters later it reached the kidney. One was in the palm of his hand, and it was bloody. He was like this. He even went to the company to help you talk. I dare not let people see it. He was wearing leather gloves and then fell down after half an hour."

Zhao Xiyin was stunned.

Gu Heping said seriously: "Xiaoxi, Zhou Qishen is really protecting you."

She was still confused, "Then, then he now..."

"No life is in danger, but in the hospital."

The girl went to change her clothes at lightning speed. Gu Heping shouted in the back, "Xiaoxi, I'm waiting for you at the door."

Turning around, he ran into Cen Yue.

The beautiful girl was pleasing to the eye, and Gu Heping was suddenly happy, "What, do you want me to invite you to have strawberry milk tea again?"

Cen Yue tilted her head and blinked her eyelashes, she looked like a little star, "I'll ask you something."

"How much does it cost per month to raise a boyfriend now?"

Gu Heping died of joy and said seriously: "How many do you have?"

Cen Yue rode a donkey downhill and asked him: "What about you, how much do you want?"

Gu Heping's eloquent mouth stopped at this moment, and felt panic in the girl's straightforward and innocent eyes. Later, he realized that he was flirted with a girl's movie.

Later, Zhao Xiyin was taken to the hospital, but Gu Heping was afraid of being beaten and did not dare to show up.

Zhou Qi fell asleep.

When Zhao Xiyin pushed the door and went in, she saw him sleeping deeply on his side pillow. He had gauze wrapped around his hands, and a thick circle was fixed. He was wearing a patient's gown, but nothing could be seen on his abdomen.

Zhao Xiyin moved lightly, walked to his bed, turned to a chair.

He leaned his head to the right, leaned forward, the chair was not enough, and his waist was tightly wrapped around him, and he carried it onto the bed with his strength. Zhao Xiyin screamed in fear! Her upper body was already on the bed.

Zhou Qishen's eyes were still closed, pretending to be sleeping, and the shallow arcs on his lips were clearly satisfied.

His uninjured left hand surrounded Zhao Xiyin's waist, and his chin, slightly stubborn, gently scratched her cheek, and said in a deep voice: "I feel sorry for me, right?"

Zhao Xiyin was angry, anxious and did not dare to move around, "Let go, let go."

Zhou Qishen was naughty, so he simply pressed down his thigh and wrapped it tightly around her calves. He relied on his injuries and acted openly, "Agree, I'll let go."

Zhao Xiyin would rather die than surrender, and the struggle was very restrained.

"It's okay not to admit it." Zhou Qishen carelessly, "Then tell me what your son's nickname is."

Zhao Xiyin bit her lips, her face flushed.

"Hmm?" The voice was too small, and Zhou Qishen couldn't hear it clearly.

Zhao Xiyin's ears were almost burning, and she almost cried, "...Zhou Qishen, you bastard, you rubbed my underwear buttons away..."
Chapter completed!