Chapter 1344 - 1344: Can't Handle Praise

After He Baodan and Bai Tieniu spoke up one after another, all the Jiangcheng socialites shifted their attention to the one who'd stayed the calmest in this whole mess—Xiao Feng.

And Xiao Feng had no intention of speaking, and couldn't be bothered to respond to anything.

It's worth mentioning that Kyoto's Wang Family, Chen Family, and Wei Family all called in succession to offer their sympathies.

Especially Wei Jianhua's father, Wei Xiongwei; he even came right out and said that if needed, he would spare no cost to provide help!

After all, this concerned the family's tobacco business; he had no choice but to take it seriously.

Xiao Feng of course turned him down tactfully, then thanked him for the kind offer.

After dealing with these people, he couldn't help getting a bit of a headache over the Lu Lishuang situation.

Tempting her with food, mental attacks, psychological counseling—he'd tried pretty much every trick, but the effect was still mediocre.

So she crashes into his car for nothing, just like that?

There was no way Xiao Feng was just going to let it go—his car was so cute and so expensive; how could it die in vain!

To avenge his beloved car, he could only switch to a new line of thinking.

"How about I beat her up once and see?" Xiao Feng muttered to himself.

But he quickly shook his head, rejecting the idea.

This had nothing to do with pitying a beauty; mainly, it wouldn't do much.

Someone as hardcore as Lu Lishuang could starve herself to the point of fainting, could sleep soundly through Ye Kuto's onslaught—what is there that she can't do?

Thinking back now, that line of hers, "Life is cheap," really wasn't just talk.

Forget it—whoever tied the knot has to untie it…

"Old Ha." Xiao Feng called blandly.

His voice was very low; amid the noise in the courtyard, it was basically inaudible.

Yet, the instant Xiao Feng said the two words "Old Ha"…

Not far away, Old Ha, standing at the cutting board, tossed his knife aside, wiped both hands on his apron, and dashed over to Xiao Feng: "Boss, what are your orders, just say it."

Xiao Feng was a bit surprised; this guy's hearing was something else!

"Go record an audio clip praising Ma Yuliang. It doesn't have to be long, two or three minutes is fine.

But really think through the content. Don't be afraid of overdoing it—only be afraid it's not strong enough."

"Praise Ma Yuliang?" Old Ha froze for a moment, then nodded as straightforwardly as always: "Got it, I'll go get ready right now."

Xiao Feng was quite satisfied with that. To ensure the best effect, he even reminded him specially: "When you're working on the content, you can imagine me as the person you're praising.

Then, when you formally record it, just change the name to Ma Yuliang.

Also, pay attention to your tone—don't sound like some emotionless reading machine."

"Don't worry, Boss, I'll get this done right!" Old Ha nodded heavily in agreement.

Xiao Feng sat on the steps, lazily sunning himself, watching the people in the yard joking and teasing each other, so he wasn't exactly bored.

About half an hour later, Old Ha walked out of the villa.

"Boss, I prepared several versions. You can listen to them one by one and see which fits best?"

"Play them."

"Okay!"

Old Ha responded, then played the first recording.

"Da-da, da-da-da ling-da, ling-ding-da…"

After a burst of clapper-style intro, Old Ha's voice came in: "The bamboo clappers tap slow and ring ding-dang, let me tell you of this heroic good man, Ma Yuliang.

As for how great his abilities are, listen close while I speak at length.

He can go up the mountain to catch tigers, eh, down the mountain to hunt wolves, and even sit on the kang with a young wife eating rock candy…"

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched at once. Sitting on the kang eating rock candy—what the hell is that supposed to be?

"Switch to another one," Xiao Feng said, face complicated.

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Old Ha's eyes, as if he felt that his carefully prepared routine had failed to win the Boss's favor and he regretted it.

But regret or not, he still had to switch.

So, a melodious erhu started to play, and Old Ha's emotional voice followed.

"Time flies, the years pass; yet another year has rushed by.

But in this ruthless passage of time, there are always those who leave behind a dazzling figure, like Ma Yuliang…"

Xiao Feng was still not satisfied. He waved a hand: "Change it again."

Old Ha nodded and agreed, continuing to swap versions.

After switching back and forth like this, five times in a row, Old Ha spoke up: "Boss, this is the last version. If you're still not satisfied, I'll keep working on it."

"Play it first, I'll listen."

"Gotcha!"

The play button was pressed, a gentle background track came on, and Old Ha used a tone like he was reciting poetry: "Hello, Grandpa Ma Yuliang…"

"Pff!"

Xiao Feng sprayed out a mouthful of tea, staring at Old Ha in disbelief.

He went straight to 'Grandpa' at the start—this guy Old Ha really had a knack for it!

Next to him, Old Ha scratched his nose awkwardly, gesturing for Xiao Feng to keep listening.

"In my heart, your image towers like Mount Everest!

You are kind and magnanimous, you delight in charity, you carry the nation in your chest—you are the role model for all of us!

A person like you, no amount of language could ever express even one ten-thousandth of my admiration for you…"

At this point, Xiao Feng directly made the call: "This is the one!"

Old Ha instantly let out a breath of relief, and said happily: "As long as you're satisfied, Boss, all this exhaustion was worth it!"

Once he received the recording from Old Ha, Xiao Feng forwarded it to Ma Yuliang right away.

And then…

In not even twenty minutes, he got a call from Hua Ling.

"What did you do to the Chief Group Leader?" Hua Ling's tone was like she was here to prosecute him.

Xiao Feng immediately sensed something was off and frowned: "He's in Kyoto, I'm in Jiangcheng; what could I possibly have done to him?"

"No, you're definitely hiding something from me!" Hua Ling said unhappily. "We just got news from Kyoto that the Chief Group Leader vomited blood at home and passed out; he's already been sent to the ICU.

Our people checked his phone and found out that about ten minutes ago, you sent him a file."

"..." Xiao Feng.

Vomited blood and passed out?

In the ICU?

This was a bit over the top, wasn't it!

Xiao Feng had indeed seen people who could take scolding and beating, but couldn't handle being praised.

But someone like Ma Yuliang, who got sent straight to the ICU by one fawning, glorifying audio clip—this was truly unheard of!

"What exactly did you send him?" Hua Ling asked impatiently.

Xiao Feng rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Nothing much, just a recording that compliments him."

"Compliments?" Hua Ling asked curiously. "Send it to me, let me listen."

After hanging up, Xiao Feng forwarded the file to Hua Ling.

In under a minute, Hua Ling called again: "This is way too sickly sweet; even I can barely listen to it."

"With how thick your skin is, you can barely listen to it?"

"Whose skin is thick?" Hua Ling shouted angrily. "Are you tired of living?

Believe it or not, I'll report that you deliberately tried to murder the Chief Group Leader?"

Xiao Feng chuckled: "I praise him a little and that counts as attempted murder?

If that's the logic, then everyone who sucks up and flatters their leaders is harboring the intent to commit homicide?"

"Anyway, no matter how you spin it, you're not getting out from under this Chief Group Leader situation!" Hua Ling snorted coldly.

Xiao Feng smiled faintly and shook his head: "All right. If anything happens to Ma Yuliang, call me immediately."

With that, he directly hung up.

Xiao Feng had actually considered that Ma Yuliang might have an extreme reaction when he heard the recording.

But for it to be this extreme was beyond his expectations.

Now, all he could do was silently pray for Ma Yuliang.

After all, if such a useful tool man croaks, and they have to replace the Chief Group Leader, he'll have to put in extra effort all over again.