Chapter 765 - 765: Let's Talk on the Phone

Lv Ziming could swear, he never would have thought that Xiao Feng would play his cards so unexpectedly.

Clearly having the ability to fight, clearly not weak, why just refuse to fight with me?

In fact, even though Ma Digua calls him uncle, there is no blood relation between the two, not even distant relatives.

This relationship was purely established through the connections of Ma Digua's family.

Before Ma Digua came out, the family told him that if he encounters trouble in Jiangcheng, he should find a man named Lv Ziming.

Lv Ziming also received notice from the Ma Family, to look after Ma Digua if needed.

As for why Lv Ziming was so eager to help Ma Digua, it all comes down to one word: benefit.

At this moment, both on stage and off stage, tens of thousands of people were completely baffled.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Xiao Feng made a very abrupt and unexpected entrance, becoming the undeniable focus of attention!

The singing continued over the speakers.

But on the big screen, Chai Yanna's beautiful eyes widened, looking utterly at a loss.

However, this was not the main point.

The key point was that even though she hadn't opened her mouth, her singing voice was still coming from the speakers.

The sound engineer quickly cut off the audio transmission, and the singing abruptly stopped.

Until that moment, the abrupt silence lasted nearly ten seconds before exploding, as the noise from the audience below became the dominant sound.

Few people paid attention to Chai Yanna's lip-syncing; the majority of the focus was on Xiao Feng.

Regarding Xiao Feng's sudden appearance, the audience's reactions were not uniform.

Some were angry, some were intrigued, and some found it funny.

However, there was no collective effort to boo him off the stage.

"Here we go again, getting famous," Xiao Feng said, rather troubled, to himself.

After a moment of thought, he took a step toward Chai Yanna, and before her astonished eyes, snatched the microphone from her hand.

Backstage, the sound engineer in front of the monitors saw this and was about to cut off the microphone, but was stopped by the person in charge.

"He's the sponsor," the person in charge sighed.

Not everyone involved in the concert's backstage work was there purely for money.

Some were there for fame, some for profit, and some for their artistic pursuits.

No matter the reason, money was an indispensable factor.

After all, art can't be eaten like salted vegetables, nor can pursuits be bitten like buns.

This was a helpless yet stark reality.

...

Picking up the microphone, Xiao Feng began, "Whether you believe it or not, I was forced up here, and I apologize to everyone."

"But, since I'm already up here, I can't just waste this opportunity."

Upon hearing this, many in the audience made curious "oh?" sounds.

As if asking, could you be about to perform some kind of talent?

With hope in their hearts, they heard Xiao Feng continue, "I have a lot to say, but it all boils down to one sentence… Fenghua Xueyue, grand opening on New Year's Day, looking forward to your visit!"

"..." Tens of thousands in the audience.

No one could find the words, this outcome should have been expected.

Fortunately, Xiao Feng didn't continue endlessly advertising; after a brief mention, he handed the microphone back to Chai Yanna, jumped off the stage, and headed toward the general audience exit, making an early exit.

Outside the stadium, quite a few taxis were parked by the roadside, waiting for business.

Xiao Feng randomly picked one, got in, and asked, "How much to Jinyue Garden?"

The driver held up a hand.

"Fifty?" Xiao Feng laughed, "No problem, drive."

"It's five hundred!" the driver replied grumpily.

This is a case of a big establishment bullying the customer, or a big customer bullying the establishment.

On a usual day, taxi drivers wouldn't dare to be this bold, but now there was no shortage of passengers, so naturally, they wore an attitude of 'take it or leave it'.

"Are you trying to rob me?" Xiao Feng couldn't help laughing.

The driver, unfazed, replied: "You can ask the others, they'll definitely charge even more than I do."

Xiao Feng chuckled softly and was about to open the door to get out.

"To tell you the truth, someone like you leaving early clearly has something urgent, it's almost impossible to get a regular fare. If you want to go, I'll take four hundred." The driver offered to lower the price.

Just as Xiao Feng was about to speak, he spotted a familiar figure in front of the windshield — it was Lv Ziming.

"Haunted soul!" Xiao Feng cursed angrily.

"What haunted soul?" The driver seemed confused.

But just as he finished speaking, the driver's door was opened.

The driver turned to look, only to feel a pain in his neck and a blackout as he slumped unconscious in the seat.

Xiao Feng had already gotten out of the car, but before he could make a run for it, he heard Lv Ziming say, "Hold on, brother, can we talk this over?"

"Talk about what?" Xiao Feng asked while maintaining a safe distance.

Lv Ziming took a step forward, and before he could speak, he saw Xiao Feng step back two more paces.

"..." Lv Ziming.

He truly admired Xiao Feng's caution — he had seen cautious people before, but this was pretty extreme.

"I won't suddenly attack, don't worry about that. I just want to talk a little closer," Lv Ziming said patiently.

Xiao Feng smiled wryly, "If you want me to feel assured, words alone won't cut it. Say what you have to say from where you are. If you take another step forward, I'll turn and run without a word."

Lv Ziming took a deep breath to suppress his irritation and patiently said, "There are some things I can't say loudly."

"That's simple," Xiao Feng pulled out his phone, "let's talk over the phone."

And so, the two, separated by less than a hundred meters, began communicating over the phone like lunatics.

If there were more people like Xiao Feng and Lv Ziming, telecommunication companies would probably be thrilled.

Once the call connected, Lv Ziming lowered his voice and said, "Brother, could you help me put on a show?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's simple. In front of Ma Digua, pretend I beat you up and made you run away in defeat."

"And why should I?" Xiao Feng asked.

Lv Ziming was instantly at a loss for words.

Yes, why indeed?

The other party didn't know him, and they weren't on good terms, so why would they do him this favor?

However, since there was no outright refusal, it indicated there might be room for negotiation.

"You can name your terms; if it's doable, I won't refuse," Lv Ziming offered.

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "First, tell me what you stand to gain if I cooperate with you in this act."

"The benefit would be that the Ma Family would owe me a favor, and when necessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Feng burst into laughter.

Lv Ziming frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at how naive you are at your age," Xiao Feng replied mercilessly, "Expecting the Ma Family to remember your kindness is pretty laughable to me.

Not to mention, do you know why I demanded money from Ma Digua this time?"

"Why?" Lv Ziming followed up.

Amidst chuckling, Xiao Feng briefly explained the grievances.

After hearing this, Lv Ziming fell silent as if he had been swayed.