Time flew by.
It was only two days until Lunar New Year's Eve.
Early that morning, Chen Feng rushed to the film and television base in the suburbs of Beijing, only to find the set deserted.
None of the crew members were present.
There were only a few security guards.
Upon asking, he learned that it was a day off.
Reportedly, Jiang Wen had been in a car accident and was hospitalized.
Chen Feng quickly called the assistant director of the crew, and after confirming the hospital, he immediately rushed over.
On the way.
Chen Feng's phone buzzed.
It was a few messages from Lin Zu.
"A Feng, it seems there's a problem. Miss Lin just messaged me saying our company has suddenly been sealed off again. She's currently looking into the situation and told me not to tell you for now."
"But I think I should inform you."
"Because it's not just about the company; early this morning, I received several private messages from industry friends I used to know, all saying that something is circulating in the Beijing Circle."
"They said it seems a certain big shot in the Beijing Circle has spoken, wanting to blacklist you."
"Whoever cooperates with you will be unlucky."
"My friend also told me to stay away from you immediately."
"A Feng, what happened?"
Chen Feng finished reading the messages, and his brows slowly furrowed.
...
Arriving at the hospital.
Chen Feng saw Jiang Wen.
Fortunately, his injuries were not severe.
Only one leg was propped up, in a cast, and his head also had bandages.
He was temporarily not suitable for visitors.
Chen Feng only took two glances from the doorway before being 'invited' out by Jiang Wen's family.
He tried to get information from the assistant director of the crew, but these people dared not say much, all looking as if they wanted to avoid him.
Chen Feng understood in his heart.
Alright!
Since it has started, then let's face it head-on.
Mike Martin?
Let's see if the consortium behind him is more powerful or if my system is more powerful.
Chen Feng returned to the city and called Lin Qingqing.
They met at a coffee shop.
After sitting down.
Lin Qingqing looked serious and explained softly, "The issue of the company being sealed is not a big problem. The industrial and commercial department is making things difficult for us regarding procedural issues. My godfather also has an old friend in Yanjing, and he said he can help solve it."
"Good."
Chen Feng nodded.
"But..."
Lin Qingqing hesitated for a moment.
"It's okay, tell me."
Lin Qingqing bit her lip, took out her phone, opened the system, and slowly placed it in front of Chen Feng.
It was a message.
Sent by a stranger.
The content was full of threatening tones.
"Leave Chen Feng immediately, or you will die without a burial place."
Lin Qingqing said softly, "Mr. Chen, I'm showing you this message not because I'm scared. My godfather has connections in Yanjing and can protect my safety. I just... I'm a little worried about you."
"Qingqing, don't worry about me."
Chen Feng slowly handed the phone back to Lin Qingqing and said lightly, "I need some time to solve this trouble. During this time, you can rest a little."
"Mr. Chen, I'm really not afraid."
"But I am afraid."
Chen Feng looked at her and smiled, "You are a capable assistant and a good friend. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Lin Qingqing's eyes immediately lit up.
Her lips curved slightly.
She wanted to smile but restrained herself with modesty.
That subtle little expression was also quite charming.
Chen Feng let out a long breath and said, "It's okay, take a break. The New Year is in two days. You are my employee, so I'm giving you annual leave."
"Alright."
Lin Qingqing smiled sweetly, "Then I'll take a temporary vacation. Oh, the house in Longhu Yihe Villa is ready. I moved in yesterday."
Chen Feng: "..."
What a headache!
This girl actually became his neighbor.
Lin Qingqing continued to smile, "During the New Year, I'll be in Yanjing. If you still go back to the villa, come to my place for meals every day. My cooking is very good, my godfather praises it endlessly."
Chen Feng smiled helplessly, "Alright, I'll have a chance to try it."
Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
He picked it up and looked.
Huh?
It was Yu Zhiwen calling.
She should have returned to Yu Dong or gone to Hong Kong by now, right?
Chen Feng casually answered the phone: "Hello."
"Hello, Feng Ge, I'm Yu Zhiwen."
On the phone.
Yu Zhiwen's voice was exceptionally excited.
Chen Feng smiled faintly, "I know it's you. Why do you have time to call me? Have you returned to Yu Dong?"
"Feng Ge, I'm in Yanjing."
Chen Feng was stunned: "You're in Yanjing?"
Lin Qingqing's face opposite him suddenly showed a pouting expression, somewhat resentful.
Of course, she knew Yu Zhiwen.
And also knew the history of that little vixen.
Their Yu Family had close ties with Hongren Entertainment in Hong Kong, and were somewhat related to her godfather, Yu Jinhua.
This girl actually came to Yanjing?
She vaguely remembered that a long time ago, this native of Guangdong only felt close to Hong Kong and completely looked down on mainland cities.
She even swore that she would never go north in her life.
Why did she come now?
Lin Qingqing looked disdainful.
On the phone.
Yu Zhiwen said excitedly, "Feng Ge, we came with Xing Ye. Xing Ye also came, and he's eager to meet you. You really have a lot of influence, it's the first time I've seen Xing Ye so persistent just to meet one person."
"Xing Ye also came?"
This time, Chen Feng was truly surprised.
He hadn't expected Xing Ye to be so persistent in wanting to meet him.
Haha!
There shouldn't be any more twists this time.
Then let's meet.
Chen Feng casually replied, "Zhiwen, it just so happens that I'm free these two days. Let's find a time to meet. I also want to meet Xing Ye."
"Alright, this time it's settled, I'll make the arrangements."
"Okay, you arrange it."
"Then it's settled. We'll settle down first. Once everything is arranged, I'll contact you again."
"Okay."
After speaking, the two hung up the phone.
Lin Qingqing asked softly, "Xing Ye came?"
"Yes, I wanted to meet him before, but never had the chance. This time, I should be able to get my wish."
Lin Qingqing said thoughtfully, "Then... what about this threat?"
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
Chen Feng got up, preparing to leave, and as he passed Lin Qingqing, he patted her shoulder: "Go back and rest. You can go back to Hong Kong to see your godfather during the New Year."
After speaking, he walked directly out of the coffee shop.
Lin Qingqing looked back at his retreating figure, muttering to herself, "This guy, why does he never seem nervous or scared? He's even calmer than my godfather was when he was young. Isn't this the kind of man I want to marry?"
Outside.
Chen Feng stood by the roadside.
He instantly adopted the role of a fortune teller.
He looked up at the sky, muttering two words: "Threat."
At the same time, he lightly pinched his fingers, performing a word divination based on these two words.
A moment later, he softly recited: "Each has their own business, finding peace within themselves; unknown is the toil for whom, finding joy in hardship, frequently raising a cup; stealing leisure from busyness, playing a game of chess."
"Haha."
"It's nothing."
"As for fortune?"
"A high-hanging lucky star, wealth like Shi Chong, flowing endlessly, fame and fortune complete."
A bright light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
Then he turned and walked away calmly with a smile.
