368 “AV Shooting Guide” 331: Scars

The car passed quietly through the rain, the windows were covered with raindrops, and everything outside was hazy.

The patter of rain made the car extremely quiet. Song Qiyan said nothing. Qiao Qiao wanted to say something but was afraid of the inexplicable coldness on the man’s body and did not dare to speak.

She opened the car window and looked out boredly, and suddenly noticed something: “Director Song, there seem to be several cars following us behind!”

“Don’t be afraid, they are all mine.”

“Oh.” Qiao Qiao sat down and said nothing.

“What are you thinking about?” Song Qiyan stretched out his fingers and gently twirled a strand of hair on her temples, “For safety reasons, I don’t want you to run into any danger by following me.”

Qiao Qiao looked back through the rear window. The following cars were all of the same model and color. They were quietly and orderly about ten meters behind Song Qiyan’s car. They were not too far and not too close, showing a kind of extraordinary professionalism.

She couldn’t help but ask: “There are also dangers in internal elections?”

“No.” Song Qi spoke gently, “It’s just an election. You’re too nervous.”

Qiao Qiao thought to himself, of course I am nervous if you put on such a big show.

There was a red light ahead. While waiting, Song Qiyan pressed the window and lit a cigarette. His movements were smooth and skillful. Qiao Qiao suddenly understood where the strange feeling came from.

She couldn’t help but wonder what happened this month, but Song Qiyan would definitely not tell her.

After more than half a year, Qiao Qiao finally returned to the WAWA building.

The usually lively lobby was eerily deserted. The smiling front desk girl had disappeared. The rest area where artists most often gathered to drink tea and chat was also empty. But Qiao Qiao had no time to express her emotions. She followed Song Qiyan into the elevator.

The conference room was already full of people, some of whom Qiao Qiao had met before, some who were just familiar to Qiao Qiao, and some whom Qiao Qiao didn’t recognize at all, but without exception, they were all in suits and ties, with solemn expressions.

The chair symbolizing the WAWA president’s position was empty, and there were a few empty seats on both sides of the conference table. Qiao Qiao’s heart sank when he saw the name tags placed on the seats. Those names belonged to the core conservative members who died violently and scandals broke out.

It looked like they would never come.

Song Qiyan’s expression was the most relaxed among all the people, and he could even be called calm and gentle.But as soon as he entered the door, the whispers in the conference room disappeared involuntarily. People exchanged complicated and awe-inspiring looks with each other, waiting quietly for Song Qiyan to take his seat.

Qiao Qiao didn’t want to go in, but Song Qiyan led her next to him without resistance. The bodyguard immediately moved a chair so that she could sit diagonally behind him like a deputy.

Several senior executives who knew Qiao Qiao looked surprised, but no one dared to ask questions or raise objections.

An old man with some gray hair stood up and coughed twice, and the conference room became completely quiet.

“There were originally five candidates in today’s internal election.” The old man said in a heavy tone, “But four of them gave up attending this election due to personal reasons and are deemed to have automatically abstained.”

Qiao Qiao looked at the empty seats unconsciously, and the black and white obituary appeared in his mind.

“Mr. Song Qiyan has become the only candidate in this election. When there is only one candidate, there is no need to start the voting process. Mr. Song automatically becomes the next president of WAWA. Do you have any objections?”

The conference room was deathly quiet.

Song Qiyan took out a lighter from his suit and lit a cigarette.Almost at the same time as he lit his cigarette, thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the conference room, and everyone stood up in unison to applaud their new top manager.

The old man stood up, personally pulled out the middle chair for Song Qiyan, and asked him to sit in this seat.

Under the warm atmosphere, even Qiao Qiao, who was serving as the backdrop, couldn’t help sweating his palms and his blood was boiling. However, Song Qiyan maintained his usual calmness and walked slowly and calmly, like a king who was about to be crowned.

The applause didn’t stop from beginning to end.

Until he walked into Song Qiyan’s new office, Qiao Qiao was still dizzy and weak in his steps.She sat down on the large leather sofa, touched the leather repeatedly like a ghost, and almost kissed it with her mouth.

“I can’t believe it.” Qiao Qiao muttered, “WAWA is really yours?”

Song Qiyan signaled the secretary to exit, then quietly closed the door and locked it quietly.

“Do you like it?”

“I like it!” Qiao Qiao went to open the floor-to-ceiling window again, “Oh my god, this scenery is really amazing. I can stand here and watch it all day.”

She touched the desk again, then touched the bookshelf. After touching everything in the room, she sat back on the sofa slumped: “I understand.”

“Understand what?”

“If I had known that I could have an office like this as a president, I would have worked hard.”

The man chuckled.

“Mr. Qi really knows how to enjoy it. He actually decorated his office in such a luxurious way.”

Song Qiyan sat down next to her: “I asked people to rearrange this. The original tables and chairs were thrown away.”

Qiao Qiao said “Oh”, and it took him a while to react: “Have you already arranged it? You…you know you can win the company?”

Song Qiyan smiled slightly.

Qiao Qiao didn’t dare to ask further questions. She was 100% sure that the incidents involving those candidates were related to Song Qiyan, so she didn’t ask anything and just pretended not to know.

Moreover, she is no longer the little white rabbit she used to be. It is better to strike first to gain advantage than to strike later and suffer disaster. As long as Song Qiyan is safe, he can accept it even if he kills people and sets Qiao Qiao on fire.

“By the way, I see why there are no people in the company? So where are the artists, have they all been dismissed?”

Song Qiyan paused: “Qiao Qiao, I want to reorganize WAWA.”

“What do you mean?”

“The AV industry is too small.” Song Qiyan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling city below. “There are only a few companies that can go around. WAWA has developed for so many years and has already reached the ceiling of the industry. If it continues, it will only maintain this size. It is impossible to grow bigger.”

Qiao Qiao’s eyes widened, and she suddenly understood something: “So you sent me to Starway…”

Song Qiyan turned around and smiled lightly: “How do you feel about going to school?”

Qiao Qiao scratched her head in embarrassment to hide her guilty conscience. After all, she was very casual in class: “Very good. Starway is indeed the number one artist school in the industry. I have gained a lot of knowledge.”

Song Qiyan nodded: “Well, I also plan to build WAWA into an entertainment company.”

“A company like Donghyuck?”

Song Qiyan: “Donghyuk is already on the decline. Except for Liang Jize, none of his artists are successful. It will be a matter of time before they are replaced.”

Qiao Qiao was shocked by his taste for understatement, but he also felt strangely that whatever Song Qiyan wanted to do would be done. His foresight and foresight had formed this stereotype for Qiao Qiao. Even if Song Qiyan said he wanted to land on the moon, Qiao Qiao believed it without hesitation.

“I will ask for opinions from WAWA’s former artists. If they are willing to change, they will stay. If not, I will arrange them with other AV companies, and the treatment will not be worse than WAWA.”

Qiao Qiao blinked: “Then what do you need me to do?”

Song Qiyan smiled: “You go to school well first, and we’ll talk about the rest later.”

“Do you want me to enter the entertainment industry?”

“I had this idea before, but now…” Song Qiyan’s gaze fell into the misty distance, “I can’t bear to let it go.”

Before Qiao Qiao understood the meaning of his words, Song Qiyan had already changed the subject: “Tell me something about your school, I want to hear it.”

It seems that he still cares about Akeno.

Qiao Qiao thought to himself that he was really unlucky. It was not good to accompany him to the infirmary, but it was Akeno. His face was so troublesome.

He briefly described the situation at school, emphasizing that he and Akeno really had nothing to do with each other.

Song Qi’s tone was still very calm. After he returned from country B, the emotional ups and downs in his voice became less and less. He asked calmly: “Where is Chen Xian?”

Qiao Qiao was stunned: “Are you investigating me?”

The man breathed a sigh of relief and cleverly changed the concept: “I don’t like you hiding things from me.”

She really didn’t mean to hide it, but she didn’t think of Chen Xian for a moment.

“What about you?” Qiao Qiao was a little depressed, “How is your health? Are your injuries healed?”

“It’s all ready.” Song Qiyan unbuttoned a suit button with one hand, “Want to see it?”

Uh.

Qiao Qiao had to say that his action of unbuttoning his suit and ties while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window made her heart almost stop.

Song Qiyan slowly took off his coat, and the buttons of his snow-white shirt were unbuttoned one by one. I don’t know if it was intentional, but Qiao Qiao always felt that the process was intentionally prolonged.

But all the ambiguity disappeared when Qiao Qiao saw the light-colored gunshot wound.

She rushed forward and gently touched the round raised scar with her fingers. Tears immediately burst into her eyes and she couldn’t stop them.

“Does it still hurt?”

“No feeling.” Song Qiyan shook his head.

Qiao Qiao was also speechless, and just kept stroking her, as if he wanted to feel the pain Song Qiyan suffered at that time from the remaining scars.

“Okay.” The man gently pushed her hand away, “It’s okay.”

“But it left a scar.”

“If you think it’s ugly, I can go for scar removal surgery.”

Qiao Qiao retorted fiercely: “Why would I dislike it?”

“That’s good.” Song Qiyan closed the shirt with an imperceptible smile on his lips, “I quite like it.”