482: C482 Poor Singer Left

C482 Poor Singer Left

Shi Yajie was very curious about Wendu's identity after seeing his good friend being chased away by Wendu.

His greatest strength was driven away with a single word from Wendu, causing Shi Yajie to admit defeat.

He sighed. His expression was haggard and bent, as if he had suddenly aged a dozen years.

"Murong Xiaochen is an artiste in our company. She violated the rules of the contract, so we just followed the contract and stopped her from singing."

"Ha ha!" Wendu laughed coldly, "Do you even have any humanity left? A girl who has just reached the age of twenty, you actually chased her away!"

Shi Yajie lowered his head. "We're just following what the contract says. If we knew what's happening now …"

Shi Yajie raised his head and looked at Wendu, then looked at the tens of thousands of people below the stage: "We definitely won't let her go."

Shi Yajie regretted that he didn't have that many fans. Right now, even the number one person in his company didn't have that many loyal fans.

"Murong Xiaochen left by herself?" Wendu asked in confusion.

Shi Yajie nodded: "Yeah, we can't stop her if she wants to leave by herself."

"Murong Xiaochen is so good at singing, why would she leave?" Wendu asked.

Shi Yajie: "We also..."

"I know!" At this moment, a voice came from below the stage.

Wendu looked over and saw a young man in his twenties, wearing sunglasses, trying his best to squeeze his way over. Wendu waved his hand and asked the person in front of him to step aside.

That young man climbed onto the stage and pointed at Shi Yajie's nose: "You forced Xiaochen away!"

"You!" Shi Yajie looked at the young man in front of him coldly: "Little Zuo, don't talk nonsense!"

That's right, it was Zuo. As Murong Xiaochen's friend, Zuo had always wanted to uphold justice for Xiaochen. It was just that he was too weak.

"Nonsense?" Zuo Zuo sneered coldly, "I don't have anything, I'm just a poor poor singer. Others are afraid of you, but I'm not!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and go back." Shi Yajie glared at the left of the singer with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"Let him talk!" Wendu stopped him, "Tell me what you want to say." As he spoke, he took two steps forward and stood between Shi Yajie and the left side.

"Alright." Zuo Zuo nodded, "My name is Zuo, I just arrived at this company not long ago."

"It's just a coincidence that I know Xiaochen. I like her songs very much. I can be said to be a fan of hers."

"When I first arrived, I didn't know anything. Xiaochen was patiently teaching me a little."

"I don't know how to play the guitar. She's holding a Daji in her arms. He'll show me."

"Later, I found out about her situation, but I didn't leave Xiaochen."

"Until my birthday last time, Xiaochen gave me a red packet worth fifty yuan. She told me not to mind.

"Later on, I checked and found out that Xiaochen, who seemed to be in high spirits, was actually poor to such an extent."

"She made the melody herself. She made the lyrics herself. She paid for the recording studio herself. But since the song earned money, 90% of it goes to the company."

Zuo Zuo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "She usually eats instant noodles. When I asked her why, she said she had no money."

"I also asked her: Why didn't you listen to the company? Xiaochen said, "She just wants to sing the song she wants to sing..."

"What's even more infuriating is that the company doesn't allow colleagues to get close to Xiaochen. It even said that whoever moves closer to Xiaochen will be the one hiding in the shadows!"0

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