Seeing Song Zhenhui's respectful demeanor, Zhuang Yan, who was standing behind him, was instantly shocked.
No wonder the other party had directly attacked Feng Liang over just a few words. Was there some big shot sitting here?
If that was the case, then these girls weren't some D-list actresses either?
However, Zhuang Yan was truly curious about the identity of this Young Master Qin.
After all, Song Zhenhui was the future heir of the wealthiest Song family. How many young men in the country could make him treat them with such reverence?
Facing Zhuang Yan's doubts, Song Zhenhui paid no attention. He directly took out his phone and made a call.
"Are you saying that the Feng Liang kid just offended Young Master Qin?"
On this end of the phone, after learning what happened, Song Jianpeng immediately revealed a solemn expression. "Alright, I understand. You stay there and accompany Young Master Qin well. Absolutely do not neglect him. If we can just cling to a single hair on his leg, it would be worth our family's ancestral tomb exploding. I will call Old Feng right now."
After saying that, Song Jianpeng hurriedly hung up.
The Old Feng he mentioned was precisely the top leader of Jin City, Feng Nian, who was also Feng Liang's father.
What pleasantly surprised Song Jianpeng was that his son was actually so capable, managing to have a meal with Young Master Qin.
This was definitely a rare and great opportunity for their Song family!
"Song Zhenhui suddenly hit you?"
Meanwhile, on the other side, Feng Nian also received a call from his son Feng Liang and frowned slightly.
"Yes, Dad. Who knows what kind of crazy fit that guy had. I just said a few words, and he slapped me right in the face," Feng Liang said with a face full of innocence.
Feng Nian felt that things were not that simple and continued to ask, "Do you know who he was eating with? Is it possible that the identities of those people are not simple?"
"I don't know them either. They all looked very young, probably some actors from a small movie set," Feng Liang replied.
"Alright, I understand. I will call Old Song later to ask. If his son really hit you for no reason, Dad will definitely stand up for you."
After saying that, Feng Nian hung up the phone.
Just as he was looking through his contacts to find Song Jianpeng's number, his phone rang. It happened to be Song Jianpeng calling him.
He answered it directly.
"Old Feng, hurry up and have your son apologize..."
Before Feng Nian could say anything, he heard Song Jianpeng's stern voice coming from the other end of the line.
"What do you mean?"
Feng Nian was taken aback and furrowed his brows.
"Your son just offended Young Master Qin. Hurry up and make him apologize. Perhaps Young Master Qin will be magnanimous and overlook his faults. Otherwise, no one can help you with this matter."
"Young Master Qin? Who is that?"
Hearing Song Jianpeng's words, Feng Nian couldn't help but feel puzzled, and his memories quickly flipped through his mind.
In Hang Province or even in the whole country, he had never heard of any prominent family surnamed Qin. Who was this Young Master Qin?
For Song Jianpeng, the richest man in Hang Province, to be so fearful of him, it showed that this Young Master Qin definitely had an extraordinary background.
"I can't disclose the specifics to you. You'd better call your son quickly. The sooner he apologizes, the better."
Song Jianpeng gave a serious warning, and after speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.
Feng Nian's brows furrowed tightly, his heart still wondering about the origins of this Young Master Qin.
Right at that moment, his phone rang again.
Glancing at the caller ID, Feng Nian's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he hastily answered.
"Secretary Lai..."
The person calling him was none other than the top leader of Hang Province, Lai Zhengguang.
For Secretary Lai to suddenly call at this time was definitely not a coincidence!
Could it be related to that Young Master Qin?
Feng Nian was shocked.
To think that this Young Master Qin's backer was actually the top provincial leader?
No wonder even Song Jianpeng was so cautious.
Now he finally understood.
"Where the hell are you?"
From the other end of the phone came Lai Zhengguang's furious cursing, "If you want to die, no one is stopping you, but you'd better not drag our Hang Province down with you!"
"Sec... Secretary Lai... I... I'm in my office..."
Feng Nian's voice trembled a bit because he could tell that Lai Zhengguang was genuinely furious right now.
But how could this be?
What did he mean by not dragging Hang Province down?
Could the power of that Young Master Qin truly be so immense?
"Your son just offended Young Master Qin. Tell him to get his ass over there and apologize immediately. If he can't get Young Master Qin's forgiveness, even if I have to lose a layer of skin myself, I will strip you of your position!" Lai Zhengguang roared angrily.
Hearing this, Feng Nian was truly terrified, his body uncontrollably trembling. "Secretary Lai, this Young Master Qin... just who is he?"
He really couldn't understand.
Since when did the country have such an incredibly formidable young man?
Just a moment ago, he thought that Qin Ning's backer was Lai Zhengguang.
But looking at it now, the other party was actually an existence that even Lai Zhengguang couldn't afford to offend!
"You are not worthy of knowing Young Master Qin's identity. But let me tell you, if you make him unhappy, you had better pray that our Hang Province is clean from top to bottom, otherwise just wait to face Elder Zeng's blade!"
Hearing these words, Feng Nian instantly gasped.
Elder Zeng?
So the true backer behind this Qin Ning was actually Elder Zeng?
"I... I understand, Secretary Lai. I will call that rebellious son right now!"
After saying that, Feng Nian hurriedly hung up.
"Dad, how did it go..."
Downstairs in the hotel, Feng Liang had not left. Instead, he had been waiting in the lobby for his father's callback.
"Fuck you!"
Just as the call connected, before he could even finish a sentence, Feng Nian's furious roar came through the phone. "Right now, immediately, at once, go and apologize! Kneel down and apologize! If you don't get Young Master Qin's forgiveness today, I will absolutely skin you alive. Don't think I'm joking with you!"
Feng Liang turned pale with fright. He also heard the underlying meaning in his father's words and asked with a trembling voice, "Dad... this Young Master Qin... what exactly is his background?"
"Stop asking so many damn questions and hurry up to apologize! Let me tell you, this is an ancestor that even Secretary Lai can't afford to provoke. Behind him is Elder Zeng, do you understand?!" Feng Nian took a deep breath.
Hearing this, Feng Liang was so scared that he almost collapsed onto the ground.
Holy shit.
No wonder Song Zhenhui had warned him earlier not to spout nonsense and to be careful of his words bringing disaster!
How could Feng Liang have ever imagined that this Young Master Qin actually had such an incredible identity.
It was a good thing that Song Zhenhui had slapped him and chased him away. Otherwise, given his personality, he would have definitely said some more nasty things just now. If he had truly angered that Young Master Qin, the Feng family would probably be completely finished!
He didn't dare to think too much. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly went upstairs.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
