"Why don't you call your dad, you silly girl?"
"You're busy, so I didn't bother you."
Li Qingning said.
"What happened?"
Li Jingchang's expression was solemn. As a figure at the top of the mountain, he quickly realized that something big was going on; otherwise, the girl wouldn't have called the old man to handle it.
"Chen Feng and I were having barbecue last night when we ran into more than a dozen gangsters, and he beat them all up and left them seriously injured."
"No, then why did they arrest you?"
Li Jingchang decided to ignore Chen Feng's matter for now and focus on his own precious child first.
"Because I also lost a bottle and cracked a guy's head open, hehe!"
Li Qingning spoke while still laughing, seemingly finding the recollection quite amusing and enjoyable.
"You're still laughing? Look at you, you've even learned to fight when you're with Chen Feng, and you're a girl."
Li Jingchang laughed and scolded, his eyes full of heartache and affection.
"Alright, enough about me. Let's talk about Chen Feng. I don't care what methods you use, I need him to walk out of the police station with a clean record."
Li Qingning said.
"It's just a matter of beating up a group of people involved in organized crime; that's easy to do."
"But things are not that simple. That group of people have a protective umbrella behind them, and they hold very high positions in Chengdu and Chongqing. The current public opinion is not favorable to Chen Feng, and a lot of evidence and videos have been destroyed."
Li Qingning explained.
"Then let's not worry about it. So what if he can sing a few songs and is good at painting? There are plenty of talented young people like him in the world."
After hearing Li Qingning's words, Li Jingchang's expression darkened, but he said something else entirely.
Hey!
Li Qingning laughed when she heard this.
"Ha ha!"
"Who are you? What are you laughing at?"
Li Jingchang was puzzled.
“I’m laughing. If your words were to reach Beijing and be heard by Chairman Qi, Chairman Ye, Chairman Bai, and all those grandfathers, they would probably skin you alive, not to mention my grandfather.”
Li Qingning answered with a smile.
"What the hell... What's Chen Feng's relationship with them?"
Li Jingchang was a little confused. He knew that Chen Feng had been taken to the Beijing Art Association, and it was Li Qingning who had told him to do so. In his opinion, Chairman Qi and the old men of the Art Association should praise Chen Feng and then add him to the list of participants for this global art competition, but that was all.
But what my darling just said—he mentioned Chairman Ye and Chairman Bai—makes things completely different.
President Bai is from the Poetry Association, and President Ye is from the Calligraphy Association, who is his father's superior. How could they be related to Chen Feng?
"Holy crap, wait a minute!"
He suddenly remembered something, "Don't tell me that the old man called me and said he sold you to Chen Feng. Could the Chen Feng he was talking about be this Chen Feng?"
Li Qingning blushed and said, "Dad, don't listen to Grandpa's nonsense. He's just an old man who never stops."
But Li Jingchang was stunned. Damn it, was there even a need to ask? Looking at his daughter's shy expression, it was definitely true.
He never expected this. A few days ago, the old man called him. He thought it was the young master of some great international family. He never expected it to be this.
No, what did Chen Feng do to make this old man, who has spent half his life on the battlefield, so excited that he wanted to push his granddaughter up? Isn't he just a singer? He's alright at painting too.
"I just want to ask, how did Chen Feng get involved with Chairman Bai and Chairman Ye again?"
Damn it, I have to be careful. If things go wrong, I might actually get beaten up when I see the old man.
"It's nothing. I just wrote a few words while I was painting, which startled my grandfather. I also casually wrote a few poems, which scared Chairman Bai crazy. Oh, and they even called Chairman Ye over to try and get the original copy."
"By the way, Chen Feng's calligraphy and poems should also be framed and hung in the most conspicuous place in their respective associations."
Li Qingning spoke casually, but the smile on her face was impossible to hide, and she slowly revealed her arrogance.
Boom!
Li Jingchang's mind was filled with thunder and lightning.
What exactly happened to Chen Feng in Beijing during his absence?
How many words did he write? How many poems did he compose? Yet a bunch of old men disregarded their image and snatched the original copy, even wanting it framed?
My mind was a complete mess; I was utterly shocked.
It's important to know that Chairman Ye has only been retired for a little over three years. He once led China through a decade of global upheaval and was one of the most respected leaders in the world.
It took Li Jingchang a long, long time to recover from his shock. He looked at his daughter and asked, "So, Chen Feng is still my son-in-law?"
"Dad, what are you saying? You're just like Grandpa."
Li Qingning turned as red as an apple.
But Li Jingchang's mind was racing; people like them were quick to analyze the cause and effect of things.
The fact that Chen Feng had thrown the three most terrifying associations in the country into chaos was obvious. It was clear that Chen Feng was also very skilled in calligraphy and poetry. Most importantly, the presidents of the three associations valued him highly, as did his own grandfather.
This is worth considering. It's unlikely that a truly great calligrapher or poet would cause such a commotion among those old men, especially his own father. How agitated and deranged must he have been to sell his own granddaughter?
He was unaware that the other old men were all trying to sell their granddaughters; otherwise, he would have questioned the meaning of life.
What could possibly cause such a commotion among these old men? It's not hard to guess: Chen Feng's poetry, calligraphy, and even painting have reached an unbelievable level. But that guy himself has seen him; he's only twenty-five years old. You're telling me he's a master of poetry, calligraphy, and painting, having reached the pinnacle? It's hard to believe.
After being shocked, Li Jingchang began to think about how to handle Chen Feng's situation.
"Have the injury reports for those people come out yet?"
Li Qingning nodded, "It's out, and the results came out very quickly; the announcement was released late last night."
"Are you sure they're all seriously injured?"
"Yeah, those guys were lawless, and Chen Feng didn't hold back at all."
Upon hearing Li Qingning's words, Li Jingchang's expression turned solemn, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"This kid, doesn't he know his own strength? A simple punishment would have been enough, why go to such lengths? Could an ordinary person withstand his full power? Luckily no one died, otherwise it would have been difficult to handle."
He knew that Chen Feng was very strong, after all, even his own five powerful retired special forces soldiers were beaten black and blue by this guy.
As he spoke, he turned on his phone and started searching.
He quickly scrolled through the screen, looking at the news, pictures, and incomplete videos about the assault at the barbecue restaurant.
"The online public opinion is clearly being manipulated, and the meaning is very clear. I remember that Chen Feng is quite famous, right? The fact that he can withstand such great pressure and interfere shows that he has a lot of power."
He spoke with an air of self-righteousness on his face, as if this was perfectly normal for them.
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