Chapter 459: Driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf, killing two eagles with one stone

Author: Jianzoufeng

Chapter 459: Driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf, killing two eagles with one stone

Jinzun KTV.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Fang Xing and Guo Keda walked into the VIP area on the second floor.

KTV is lively at night but deserted during the day. The waiters are all off work and only a few aunties are cleaning.

The band's drummer "Lao Bei" came up to us and greeted with a smile on his face: "Hello, Brother Guo, Hello, Brother Fang."

The drummer of this band, "Lao Bei", was the one who was stepped on by Chen Wenhan, and then listened to Guo Keda's suggestion and went to break the news to Chen Wenhan.

Chen Wenhan heard the news from "Lao Bei" and then went to blackmail Feng Yunbin.

This time "Old Beer" saw Chen Wenhan drunk in Jinzun again, so he sent a message to Guo Keda.

Fang Xing had only met the person in charge of the superior supervision team two days ago.

From the chat, Fang Xing could tell that the supervision team was indeed investigating Pengcheng Capital and Dingsheng Capital, but there was no direct evidence, so they could not directly approve the arrests.

Secretary He from the supervision team wanted to find out about the situation from Fang Xing because he wanted to get some useful evidence or clues from Fang Xing.

However, Fang Xingdu had already sent the antique auction information that Zhuo Zhiyong had found to Liu Jianan, so naturally he had no other evidence to provide.

last night.

Guo Keda received the WeChat message from "Lao Bei", thought about it and forwarded the WeChat content to Fang Xing.

That's why Fang Xing appeared here today.

Things have advanced to this stage, and it's time to meet Chen Jiakuo once again.

"Which private room?" Guo Keda said nothing and directly asked the private room.

"208, this way." Lao Bei quickly led the way.

When I opened the door of private room 208, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly hit my nostrils.

In the private room, on the coffee table, on the floor, on the sofa, bottles, cans, melon seeds and peanuts were staggered here and there, all bearing the traces left by the dissolute behavior.

There were several other men and women lying unconscious on the sofa.

Apparently he was hungover and didn't leave.

Lao Bei walked over and kicked the men and women on the floor and sofa.

The men and women got up and left quickly.

Lao Bei asked the private room door to close.

The noisy movement woke up Chen Wenhan.

He sat up and covered his head. The headache caused by his hangover left him with no energy to pay attention to the three people who appeared in the private room.

Guo Keda walked up and moved the wine bottles on the sofa to make a slightly cleaner space.

Fang Xing sat down and looked at Chen Wenhan indifferently.

Chen Wenhan finally felt something was wrong, rubbed his eyes, looked up and saw the person in front of him, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he stared at him.

He was in a daze and couldn't tell if he was dazzled or not.

After a while, he woke up, and anger suddenly appeared in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Xing looked calm, crossed his fingers with his hands, supported his chin, and said leisurely: "I didn't want to do anything, I just came here to take a look."

Chen Wenhan snorted coldly: "Do you want to see my joke? You are not qualified yet!"

Fang Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and said indifferently: "You are indeed a joke, but my taste is not that vulgar."

Chen Wenhan gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, I will step on you one day."

Fang Xing laughed dumbly and said in confusion: "Actually, I'm very confused. In the beginning, there was no enmity between us, and we didn't even have any intersection.

"Why do you keep catching me? Just because I didn't sell "Skylark" to you?"

three years ago.

Fang Xing had just signed a contract with Songshi Records, and Chen Wenhan was still a master's student at the Donghai Conservatory of Music.

The two are actually schoolmates, but they have nothing in common.

Looking back carefully, the first time I interacted with him was because of the violin piece "Skylark".

Fang Xing took out "Skylark" and gave it to Lu Xiang'er to participate in the Paganini International Violin Competition.

then.

Two students from Dongyin have qualified to participate in the Paganini International Violin Competition, one is Lu Xianger and the other is Chen Wenhan.

To this end, Dongyin also opened a small stove for the two and arranged for a professor to give them special classes to prepare for the competition.

At that time, Lu Xiang'er played "Skylark" during class.

Chen Wenhan heard "Skylark" and found that he had never heard this piece of music before. He was amazed by the unique bird call.

When he learned that "Skylark" was composed by Fang Xing for Lu Xiang'er, he went directly to Fang Xing and wanted to spend money to buy "Skylark".

At that time, he felt that Fang Xing was just an 18th-tier singer who had just debuted, and he could easily buy the song "Skylark".

Besides, he was not short of money. Even if Fang Xing offered one million, he would not counter-offer.

However, Fang Xing didn't negotiate the price at all and refused directly.

If things were just like this, the hatred in Chen Wenhan's heart would not be so deep.

Then, not long after that, Lu Xiang'er won the championship of the Paganini International Violin Competition with "Skylark".

And he became third.

In Chen Wenhan's opinion, if "Skylark" is played for him, it will definitely be better than Lu Xiang'er's, and the championship should be his.

Since then, all the honors he has received for his violin have been shrouded in shadow.

Whenever someone mentions the Paganini International Violin Competition, they will say that he is not as good as Lu Xianger.

This seed of hatred began to sprout from that moment on, and was out of control.

Three years have passed, and Chen Wenhan can no longer tell when he started hating Fang Xing, but one thing is certain, he already hates Fang Xing to the core.

"Want to laugh at me? You're just a low-class person from a lowly background. You can't play the upper-class game!"

Chen Wenhan snorted coldly, stood up and wanted to leave.

Fang Xing did not stop him, but simply said: "55 million guaranteed."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Wenhan froze instantly.

If it was a year ago, 55 million would not be considered money at all in his eyes.

However, now Pengcheng Capital has no money for him to spend as he pleases. Even if he wants to invest in a TV series, he needs to find Dingsheng Capital to follow in the investment.

"As long as Dingsheng Capital sues for compensation, things will be wonderful." Fang Xing half-smiled, his face full of teasing.

Chen Wenhan clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

According to the content of that contract, Hanlin Media is the producer of "Warm Spring Night in the Furong Tent".

Once Dingsheng Capital sues and the court imposes compulsory execution, Hanlin Media will have its assets frozen if it cannot come up with 55 million.

Moreover, Hanlin Media has only been established for less than half a year. It has only one project, "Warm Spring Evening in the Furong Tent", and it is also losing money.

Therefore, Hanlin Media has no assets that can be frozen.

If he can't come up with the money, he will be included in the list of old people.

Pengcheng Capital will also be implicated.

When Chen Wenhan thought of this, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

But at this moment, he no longer knows who to hate.

Is it Fang Xing in front of him, or is it Feng Yunbin who punched him and made him lie on the ground for half an hour?

Or hate both.

"Wait and see, I will make you regret going against me!" Chen Wenhan forced out a sneer and stepped forward to leave.

"Do you want to take advantage of Feng Yunbin?" Fang Xing said this in a calm tone.

Chen Wenhan's steps suddenly froze.

Does he want to?

He thought too much.

"What do you mean?" Chen Wenhan turned around and asked.

Fang Xing took out a photo and placed it on the coffee table: "This is the antique brush washer that Dingsheng Capital bid for in Xiangjiang."
To be continued...