Grandpa Tang's voice rose a few decibels, "Yiyi, the calligraphy your friend gave you is quite something, tsk tsk, it's really making Old Chen the center of attention! That seal is the master's exclusive mark, he doesn't even use it on many of his characters!"

Chen Yiyi smiled wryly. It was precisely because of this seal that her grandfather was able to finally hold his head high in the circle.

Grandpa Tang said in a sour tone, "Yiyi, look, even this old man likes it very much. Can you get me one too?"

Chen Yiyi knew that Grandpa Tang's phone call was never good news.

These old gentlemen, who usually look like wise and sages, are actually just like old children, always arguing about everything.

"Grandpa Tang, this calligraphy copybook was obtained with great difficulty by my friend. It's the only one available, so I can't help it," Chen Yiyi tried to refuse.

“Hey, Yiyi, what are you saying? Since your friend can get the first line, he must have the second line too, right?” Old Master Tang’s tone became shrewd. “If you can help me get it, I can do your friend a small favor. You know, this old man still has some connections.”

Chen Yiyi inwardly groaned; Old Master Tang was using both soft and hard tactics.

What could she do? She could only agree for now: "Grandpa Tang, I'll try my best to ask. You know, these kinds of things are rare and hard to come by."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiyi let out a long sigh.

Now things are really messed up. This calligraphy copybook came from Ye Feng, and she has to ask him for help again.

Frustrated, she grabbed a cushion from the sofa and punched it twice. Ye Feng, you're my nemesis!

At this moment, Ye Feng had arrived at a secluded teahouse, where he sat upright, facing Xu San and Wu Dan.

"Keep a close eye on Lao Liu's side, and also on Manager Liu. Don't let them try anything funny," Ye Feng instructed.

Xu San and Wu Dan exchanged a glance and immediately nodded in agreement. They understood that Ye Feng was taking precautions.

After giving his instructions, Ye Feng got up and left the tea room. He had other matters to attend to.

He then went into the karaoke bar. The corridor was a scene of chaos. Several security guards were struggling to control the situation, and several people were lying on the ground groaning and clutching their wounds.

Ye Feng frowned and strode up to a security guard: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Ye! There's trouble going on. Mr. Wang has been taken to the hospital to treat the injured!" the security guard said anxiously.

Ye Feng's face darkened, and he immediately turned around and rushed to the hospital.

Wang Furong is his god-sister and also his boss; he has to ensure her safety.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Wang Furong was cornered by a group of emotionally charged family members of the injured.

"Boss Wang, you have to give us an explanation today! Who will pay for the medical expenses? What about the subsequent compensation?" A burly man shouted at the top of his lungs, spitting almost onto Wang Furong's face.

"Everyone, calm down. We can discuss this properly..." Wang Furong tried her best to remain calm and persuaded everyone.

"Discuss? She's injured like this, what do you want to discuss? I think you're just trying to shirk responsibility!" one of the women shrieked, grabbing Wang Furong's arm and refusing to let go.

Wang Furong was inwardly groaning. She only wanted to resolve this matter as quickly as possible, which was why she came to the hospital alone, but she never expected these people to be so unreasonable.

She tried to break free, but to no avail.

At that moment, a shifty-eyed man squeezed next to Wang Furong in the chaos and swiftly reached out to snatch her bag.

"What do you want to do!" Wang Furong exclaimed, clutching her bag tightly.

The man pushed hard, and Wang Furong staggered backward.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a strong and powerful arm steadily supported her.

"Are you alright?" A familiar voice rang in Wang Furong's ears.

Wang Furong looked up and saw that it was Ye Feng. She was stunned and for a moment forgot to answer.

Ye Feng's appearance surprised the surrounding family members. They hadn't expected someone to suddenly appear, especially one who seemed quite familiar with Wang Furong.

While everyone was still stunned, the shifty-eyed man tried to slip away.

"Stop!" Ye Feng shouted coldly, grabbed the man by the collar, and lifted him up like a chicken.

The man's face was deathly pale as he struggled desperately, shouting, "Let me go! What do you want?"

Ye Feng's eyes were icy, and he tightened his grip slightly: "Trying to steal something? You've got some nerve."

The man winced in pain and begged for mercy, "Brother, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please let me go!"

Ye Feng shoved the man to the ground and said coldly, "Get out!"

The man scrambled away.

The surrounding family members were stunned. They hadn't expected Ye Feng to be so skilled, subduing the man in just a few moves.

Wang Furong's heartbeat gradually calmed down. She looked at Ye Feng gratefully, but didn't know what to say.

Ye Feng turned to look at Wang Furong and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Wang Furong shook her head and forced a smile: "I'm fine, thank you."

Ye Feng looked around at everyone, his voice full of intimidation: "This is a hospital, not a vegetable market. What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket?"

The noise from the crowd gradually subsided, and their previously arrogant demeanor weakened considerably.

At this moment, two police officers arrived after hearing the commotion. They routinely warned everyone not to fight or cause trouble in the hospital, left their contact information, and then left.

A tall, thin man stepped forward from the crowd, pointed at Ye Feng, and demanded, "Who are you? What right do you have to interfere in our affairs?"

Ye Feng turned to him and said calmly, "I am Wang Furong's younger brother. We are willing to take responsibility for this matter and will provide compensation in accordance with the hospital's regulations."

The tall, thin man sneered, "Compensation? You think a few words can solve the problem? We brothers are all badly injured. Medical expenses, lost wages, and compensation for emotional distress—each of these will cost a fortune."

He paused, then added, "To ensure you don't back out later, one person must remain as a hostage, and a deposit of 500,000 must be paid upfront!"

Ye Feng frowned.

Five hundred thousand is no small sum.

The other party is making exorbitant demands, clearly trying to take advantage of our misfortune.

He suspected there was more to the story, perhaps someone was behind it all, deliberately using this opportunity to extort money.

Ye Feng refused without hesitation: "Impossible. We will take responsibility for compensation, but we will never accept such an unreasonable demand."

Wang Furong tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve and whispered, "Ye Feng, how about..."

She wanted to settle things peacefully and avoid further trouble by paying money.

Ye Feng sensed Wang Furong's intention and secretly patted her hand to reassure her. He wouldn't let Wang Furong suffer any injustice.

"You won't agree? Then don't blame us for being impolite!" the tall, thin man said firmly. "We'll call the police! Let the police settle this!"