Chapter 128

  Luo Fei didn't go crazy, he clearly saw that it was Qi Yi Chen, his fist withdrew, but his nostrils were still puffing out hot air, that look, couldn't be summed up with just one word "anger".

  Qī Yì Chén cháo tā dèng le yǎn, huí guò shēn, piē le yǎn mǎn de suì zhā, jiē zhe tái qǐ tóu sōu Mǎ Dīng, liǎn shàng sì xiào fēi xiào.

  Martin was startled.

  Although Qi Yichen walked a niche route, he didn't become extremely popular, but he had good relationships and debuted early, and was also an artist who could be relied on by Li Jin. Therefore, everyone in the company was willing to get along with him. As soon as Martin entered the company, he was informed that there were two people he couldn't afford to offend: one was Luo Fei, whose popularity was at its peak, and the other was Qi Yichen.

  "Master," Martin said with a dry smile, "weren't we supposed to go to the recording studio tonight? Why are you ending so early? I heard you have an early flight to Hong Kong tomorrow, shouldn't you get some rest?"

  "Not yet," said Qi Yichen. "There are still some things that haven't been taken care of. Oh right, Li Jin is coming back with me too."

  Martin's face turned white.

  "Big big brother," Martin stuttered, "you mustn't..."

  "What don't I want?" Zi Yichen laughed and asked back.

  "You don't...don't..." Martin couldn't say it, looking at Qi Yichen for help.

  When he first arrived under Li Jin's command, Li Jin told him of three major taboos, one of which was not to kill fellow disciples.

  Just now that scene, Qi Yichen could see it, and it's hard to say whether Li Jin couldn't. He was afraid, although Li Jin didn't often lose his temper, but when he did turn cold, it was even more terrifying than losing his temper.

  "Martin, you call me Big Brother Master, I appreciate your feelings, however, it seems like you've forgotten one thing." Qi Yichen said slowly and calmly, "Luo Fei and I started out together, I am your senior brother, he is too. No matter what you think in your heart, not respecting your seniors is unacceptable."

  "Yes," Martin said, "I remember."

  "Go ahead." Qi Yichen waved his hand, "I won't tell Li Jin about it."

  Martin took three steps back and two steps forward.

  Qī Yì Chén turned around, and in an instant, Luó Fēi had already lost his temper. Not only did he lose his temper, but he also looked like a deflated balloon, leaning against the wall with a vacant expression.

  Qí Yì Chén looked at him like this, and couldn't help but feel both sorrow for his misfortune and anger at his lack of fight.

  "Lu Fei, you deserved it." He gritted his teeth and said.

  Luo Fei sneered: "You also think I'm being unreasonable?"

  Qī Yì Chén shook his head, paused for a moment, then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.

  Luo Fei took it over, holding it in his mouth, and Qi Yichen also held one, then pulled out a lighter and lit them both at the same time.

  The scent of the cigarette wafted through the air, and Luo Fei hastily hid himself in the white mist, while Qi Yichen also took a deep drag, burning half the cigarette in one go.

  "I used to be in a band, I mentioned it to you before." Lighting another one, Qi Yichen said, "The bassist was very handsome and came from a wealthy family. At that time, our band's equipment and clothing were all sponsored by him. Every time he performed on stage, as the lead singer, I didn't get much applause, and the girls' screams were all for him."

  Luo Fei responded with a "yes" and asked: "Then what?"

  "He later became addicted to drugs," said Qi Yichen. "At first it was ecstasy, we advised him not to touch it, he didn't listen, always thinking that nothing would happen to him and that he could quit for sure. Later on, when the ecstasy addiction wasn't enough, he tried other things. After his family found out about his drug use and cut off his financial support, he relied on female fans' help to continue using, but later on, after he became unrecognizable from his drug use, no fans liked him anymore, so he went around borrowing money, even stealing the band's drummer tuition fees to buy drugs."

  Luo Fei put down the cigarette in his hand and stared at him blankly.

  "He was not even nineteen when he died." Qi Yichen threw the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can.

  "What did you tell me this for?" asked Luo Fei.

  "We all thought it was the drugs that ruined him, but the drummer said it was himself who ruined himself." Qi Yichen said, "At that time he was only eighteen years old, he received too much applause and flattery, the fans' crazy worship made him feel invincible. Drugs? Addiction? What's the big deal, he never worried about these things, he thought others couldn't do it because they didn't have the ability, but he, he inflated himself in the fans' worship."

  "Do you think I'm like him?" Rong Fei sneered, "Do you think I've also become swollen with pride in the adoration of fans? Do you think I'll end up like him, and even now, I get more applause than he does, so my downfall will be even worse than his?"

  "Your ending is decided by yourself, no one can help you." Under the white incandescent light, Qi Yichen's eyes sparkled with a hint of moisture, "However, Luo Fei, you can think about it yourself, are you still the same as when you first started?"

  The sarcastic expression on Lu Fei's face gradually stiffened in this sentence.

  "The answer to this question, you can think carefully about it, don't rush to conclusions." Qí Yì Chén said, "However, I advise you, better not drag on for too long. An artist's career is only a few years, if they become popular, they'll be popular, if not, they'll never have the chance. No one stipulates that the company must invest in someone, take advantage of the time when the company is still willing to invest in you, otherwise..."

  He didn't say anything else, but simply handed over the entire pack of cigarettes to Luo Fei, put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

  The door handle was pressed down gently, and the door opened with a creak. Qi Yichen walked in through the doorway.

  Li Jin stood by the table, bowing his head to compare the two documents repeatedly. Hearing him come in, he didn't even lift his head and asked hastily: "You just went to help him out of trouble?"

  "Hmm." Qi Yichen smiled as he walked towards him, "You won't go, so I'll have to go instead."

  "What does it have to do with me? He's got nothing to do with me." Li Jin raised his head, and the smile vanished instantly as Qi Yichen approached. "You're smoking again? Didn't I tell you, the show is tomorrow night, and I told you not to touch cigarettes for these few days?"

  "Alas, can't a nicotine addiction be tolerated? Qi Yichen snapped his fingers, "Besides, don't my fans like this whiskey-and-cigarette voice of mine?"

  During the Spring Festival, there was an international rock concert in Hong Kong. Qi Yichen was invited as the only mainland performer, accompanied by Li Jin. This is a good opportunity to open up the international market. A month ago, Li Jin urged Qi Yichen to intensify his practice, and these days he has been even more demanding, asking him to quit smoking and drinking, almost to the point of fasting and bathing.

  Zi Yichen is a human being, not a god, and he's almost driven me crazy.

  Look at him being fierce and evil again, he's about to blow up. Qi Yichen quickly grabbed the topic and said, "I chatted with him for a while."

  Li Jin's gaze immediately softened.

  "What were you talking about?" He lowered his head, pretending to be uninterested, and casually asked a question out of boredom.

  Qī Yì Chén silently laughed: "I said he's self-inflated, crazy to the point of not even knowing his own surname."

  "Hmph, he's not just arrogant." Li Jin let out a cold snort and sneered, "There's a term called 'princess syndrome', but this is clearly 'prince syndrome'. He's never suffered or been wronged since childhood, the lowest point in his life was just leaving home to make a living elsewhere, and because of his good looks, he was picked up by an agency, not even experiencing hunger. It's as if he hasn't eaten enough bitterness, so he doesn't know what it means to be blessed."

  Qī Yì Chén couldn't help but smile wryly and said, "Right, right, he doesn't even recognize kindness. Someone spoils him and protects him, and he thinks it's only natural, yet he blames others for not being considerate enough."

  Li Jin gave him a sideways glance and snorted: "You're itching for it again, huh?"

  "However, this time's matter, why couldn't you make it clear with him beforehand?"

  "You're not unaware that Lu Fei is someone who can't hide his true feelings, he's already told you before, how could it be so real?" Li Jin turned his head away, sighing, "Besides, at first I didn't want to say anything, but later on, I didn't know what to say anymore."

  "Then you go and apologize to him now..."

  "It's impossible." Li Jin cut him off decisively, "Yi Chen, let's not mention that I have a clear conscience about this matter. Even if I really made a mistake, if I have to apologize and admit my fault for something as simple as this publicity stunt, then what authority will I have left? I might as well not be in charge of the artists anymore. So I won't bow down to him, no matter how things turn out, he's the one who's wrong."

  "I know, I misspoke, don't mind it." Qi Yichen apologized.

  Li Jing shook his head, lowered his head and continued to sort out the documents in front of him. He put the useful ones aside and shredded the useless ones one by one. Among them, there was a document with dense writing and tables, neatly bound together. He stood in front of the shredder for a while, finally picked it out from the pile that was about to be shredded, and put it back on the desk.

  "It doesn't matter." He lowered his head, his voice somewhat heavy. "Anyway, saying these things is useless, we two are already over."

  This tone...

  Qī yì chén zhí zé shé, xīn dào, zhè kǒu qì rú cǐ āi yuàn, zěn me huó xiàng bèi gū fù le sì de.

  English Translation:

  Qi also straight tongue, heart way, this tone is so resentful, how to live like being wronged.

  Besides, your words and actions should match. On one hand, you say it's no big deal, but on the other hand, you take out Luo Fei's annual plan and put it on the table, what do you mean by that?

  Qī Yì Chén stared at the documents on the table, crying and laughing at the same time. Meanwhile, Lí Jǐn picked up a stack of documents and had already walked to the door.

  "What are you still standing there for? Don't go?" Li Jinyang raised his chin, "If you really have the spirit, go back and familiarize yourself with your performance repertoire a few more times. If you forget your lines again, don't think about getting a single penny from me!"

  "Ah!" Qi Yichen's back grew cold, and he didn't dare to gossip anymore. He slipped away quietly and followed him in a hurry.