Seeing that the girl looked like she was about to cry, Feng Ling couldn't help but laugh and said:
"Am I that scary? I'm just inviting you to my birthday party. Don't overthink it, girl. Even if you don't agree or give me face, I won't raze your Song family to the ground. Don't worry."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but inwardly complain:
The key point of your sentence is the second half!
The girl, terrified by the wind chime's threat, quickly agreed.
Feng Ling finally put down the lucky charm with great satisfaction and took out her mobile phone:
"Transfer or scan QR code?"
"Ah...I...Do I have to pay?"
"Huh? You're not going to pay?"
"Give it to me! I'll give it to you!"
So the poor girl immediately transferred 30,000 yuan to Fengling.
After finishing, he looked at his fellow countrymen at the table with a wronged expression, his face clearly saying:
Why aren't you speaking up for me?
The other compatriots didn't even dare to look at the wind chimes, let alone speak up for her.
She turned to look at Yan Dingyun, but she didn't realize that Yan Dingyun had already left.
"Ahhh!"
Thump—
After Yan Dingyun roared angrily, he slammed his fist against the wall.
It seems that they imagined the wall in front of them as a wind chime.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but there was nothing he could do.
"Wind chimes..."
At this moment, Xia Hua slowly walked over from a distance. Yan Dingyun noticed that her master had arrived, and her face immediately turned red.
"Master..."
Xia Hua smiled and said:
"Well done, thank you for coming."
"This... Master is too kind."
Xia Hua walked over and patted him on the shoulder:
"No need to be so modest, you've done much better than I expected."
After all, he was so angry back then that he smashed a wall.
“Master... I still don’t understand why you have to go to such lengths.”
After a moment of silence, Xia Hua said softly:
Do you know why Liu Bang was able to have the last laugh in the Chu-Han Contention?
Yan Dingyun was silent for a moment, then said calmly:
"He knows how to follow public opinion and is extremely good at using people."
Xia Hua nodded:
"Back then, the relationship between the Feng family and the spiritual master world was like the Chu-Han Contention, but the Feng family's role was more like that of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu."
“The Feng family is different now. Feng Ling is even more unpredictable than his father. This boy is very thoughtful. He may seem to act recklessly, but he has his own way of doing things. When dealing with him, you must think carefully about everything. You cannot be careless.”
Yan Dingyun frowned in thought. At this moment, Xia Hua smiled and patted him on the shoulder again:
"His birthday party next month will be an even tougher battle. Good luck to him."
Yan Dingyun: ? ? ?
You mean I should go?
Didn't you promise? How did it become me going?
"The game of chess is ever-changing, and it's hard to determine who is superior or inferior. No one can predict the outcome until the very end. Everything that happened today is just one move of yours. You should figure out what to do next."
After saying that, Xia Hua smiled and left, leaving Yan Dingyun alone.
At this moment, Fengling returned to her seat, took out the lucky charm, and handed it to Shili Guiyan:
"Help me sell tickets, ptooey, deliver invitations."
The expression on Shili Guiyan's face immediately turned ferocious:
"You want me to go?"
Don't you have hands?
He didn't say the second half of the sentence, knowing the consequences of speaking it.
He was, after all, a demon king, and he still had to save face.
At this moment, the wind chime said with a smile:
"Xiaoxiao, you stay with him and watch over him. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Yes, young master!"
Ten Mile Ghost Nightmare's eyes widened, and he immediately snatched the lucky charm from Feng Ling's hand:
"Fine, I'll go then, humph!"
When he turned to look at Xiaoxiao, the ferocity on his face immediately disappeared, and he said happily:
"let's go."
Xiaoxiao also laughed and said:
"Okay, hehe."
Fengling couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Shili Guiyan's face change so quickly, as if turning the pages of a book.
He walked up to a table of people, slammed the lucky charm in his hand on the table, and glared at them:
"Cash or bank transfer? I advise you not to be ungrateful."
Simple and straightforward!
A QR code card flew by from afar; he had printed out his payment code long ago for today.
At this moment, the media personnel mustered their courage and walked towards the wind chimes.
"Um, young master of the Feng family, may I interview you?"
This is the first time I've seen someone stand so far away saying they want to do an interview; even with their arm outstretched, they probably couldn't reach the wind chimes with the microphone.
Feng Ling smiled and said:
"sure."
Hearing that Feng Ling was so easy to talk to, the media personnel were delighted and became bolder, immediately crowding around:
"May I ask, which faction does the Feng family belong to? Are they working for the Spirit Masters, or primarily for the Demon Race?"
"We don't do anything for anyone."
Upon hearing this, the media person immediately said:
"So you mean the Feng family only pursues their own family's interests, doing whatever is profitable?"
Feng Ling was taken aback. "How did you blurt out what I was thinking?" she asked. "No... how did you figure it out?"
Does what I'm saying have anything to do with this thing?
After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head:
"No."
"So what do you mean...?"
What I mean is, I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business!
The media person was taken aback upon hearing this, and their expression immediately turned ugly.
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