Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Faced with Gong Baiqi's loss of control, Jin Taolang became interested instead. He leaned back in his chair, his lazy tone full of malicious teasing.

"There are three minutes left. Whether she lives or dies depends entirely on you."

Gong Baiqi closed his eyes and tried his best to calm his breathing.

He tried to calm himself down, but two minutes later, he was still in a state of confusion. His head was filled with chaotic thoughts, making it difficult for him to make a rational choice in such a short time.

But Jin Taolang liked to watch the fun, and seeing him like this, he enthusiastically told the time.

"You still have thirty seconds."

"Twenty-eight seconds."

"Twenty...four seconds."

A hint of bloody murderous intent flashed in Gong Baiqi's eyes, but disappeared after a moment.

He forced a pale smile and said his answer when the countdown reached twenty seconds.

"Don't bother. I don't have much time left to live anyway. Forcibly calling her back would only disturb his peace."

Jin Taolang raised the corners of his eyes slightly, "Is this your answer? No regrets?"

"No regrets."

Gong Baiqi loosened his clenched fists with relief and gave Jin Taolang a bitter smile.

"Just pretend I wasn't here today."

The car stopped steadily in front of a steamed bun shop. Gong Baiqi got out of the car on his own initiative and bent down to help Jin Taolang get out of the car.

Jin Taolang glanced at him sideways, curled his lips and smiled, without further communication, he walked into the shop and ordered dishes skillfully.

The dumplings were steaming in the pot and came out very quickly. Jin Taolang could start eating as soon as he sat down.

He looked thoughtfully in the direction where the car lights disappeared, picked up the chopsticks, stacked the two dumplings together, took a photo and sent it to Chi Qinghe.

Chi Qinghe was still in a meeting when he received the news.

When he saw this strange photo, his frown relaxed for a moment and he sent a question mark.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, he thought about it and sent an emoticon of praise.

This time the reply was very fast. I received the reply right after it showed that the message was sent successfully.

The short, fat stick figure on the screen crossed his arms, tilted his chin up, and looked extremely proud.

Chi Qinghe rubbed his nose to hide the smile on his lips.

"Mr. Chi?"

The product manager finished giving feedback on the stage, but didn't receive any comments for a long time, so he called out quietly.

The smile on Chi Qinghe's lips suddenly disappeared, and when he looked up at the stage again, the coldness on his face almost solidified.

"Show me this kind of shoddy, time-wasting garbage again, and you won't have to come back again."

After saying that, he ignored the deadly silence and chilling atmosphere in the meeting room, pushed his chair away and left.

But before leaving, he deliberately glanced at the director in the middle position.

As soon as their eyes met, the other party subconsciously looked away out of guilt.

Chi Qinghe raised the corner of his lips sarcastically, and his assistant followed him, covering the phone.

"Director Wang called and wanted to invite you to dinner to discuss Even's youth film."

Chi Qinghe entered the elevator and said, "Tell him that Even has retired and all the footage must be deleted. I will never give in on this."

The assistant nodded, released his hand from the phone, and declined.

On the other side, Director Wang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he immediately changed his strategy.

"I just want to have a meal with him and catch up on the past. No talk of movies, absolutely not! Even if we do, it'll be about Qilian. I have a great musical project coming up, and I'd like to ask Mr. Chi if he's interested. If you agree to a meeting, I'll definitely give priority to artists from Yongxing Media."

The assistant was undecided for a moment and immediately relayed the information to Chi Qinghe in front of him.

Chi Qinghe knew that Wang Dao's real intention was not to drink, but after a little thought, he nodded and agreed to the invitation.

Director Wang arranged to meet at a Cantonese restaurant.

This store is newly opened. From the outside, it looks like a palace, but once you enter, you will find that it is even more luxurious than a palace.

Gold, jadeite, white jade, antiques, agate and other valuable items can be seen everywhere, inlaid in various corners of the palace in various wonderful ways. It is so luxurious that it makes people unable to walk.

Not only is its decoration magnificent, but the chef has also spent a lot of money on it. It is said that it is a descendant of the royal chefs from a hundred years ago, and it is a big gimmick.

Spending one or two hundred thousand in one night is easier than drinking water.

After Chi Qinghe arrived at the place, he threw the car keys to the doorman.

As soon as they entered the door, a beautiful waitress with a nice figure led the way for them.

Qi Lian followed Chi Qinghe fully armed, looking left and right behind his sunglasses, looking like he had never seen the world before.

"You know what, this newly opened store is really arrogant."

He moved closer and whispered in Chi Qinghe's ear in what he thought was a very low voice.

"I heard that the toilets here are all inlaid with real gold bricks. Shall we go check them out later?"

Chi Qinghe patted Qi Lian's shoulder lightly and smiled politely at the waiter who kept looking back.

"He prefers to joke around, don't mind him."

Qilian knew he was speechless, so he kept his mouth shut.

But after he closed his mouth, his gaze still did not stop looking in his direction from time to time.

What was even stranger was that several waiters passing by all looked at him at the same time.

This made him think for a moment that he was being recognized.

But he was wrapped up tightly and shouldn't have been recognized.

"Boss Chi, when did Director Wang become so rich? He invited us to dinner here."

Chi Qinghe smiled faintly, "The greater your sincerity, the bigger the request. You have to bear it for me tonight."

"Don't worry, I can handle a lot of alcohol, I'll get him drunk in no time! Any musical or movie, they'll all be from Yongxing!"